Hey all, here's my new blog:
The Suburbs of San Francisco
Hope you enjoy it for many years to come.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Out of the Tenderloin - Bittersweet
Last week it became official: Aptonpost moved out of the TL and into the Sunset. After 10+ years of District 6 and trying to make it work, this blog's author finally gave up. I'm just like Chris Daly, except I never tried to make downtown un-livable for families; rather, I tried my best to keep the place safe and welcoming to all.
In my TL time I've witnessed fights, stabbings, public sex, outdoor shitting, people shooting up heroin, crackheads hitting the pipe, car accidents, transvestites, drag kings, weekend warrior yuppies, houses catching on fire, swat teams invading the building next to mine, outdoor drug markets, motorcycles hauling ass up the street the wrong way, homelessness, drunks, immigrant families trying to make a living, male, female, and transgender prostitution, domestic/spousal abuse, politico grandstanding, shootings, sewer explosions, police stand offs, President Obama driving past my house waving, Dick Cheney's secret service barricade blocking my street...you name it, and I think I may have witnessed it in the Tenderloin.
Damn, I'm gonna miss that place.
I've since moved into San Francisco's Sunset District. A lot more calm and a lot more safe for my kid. I live close to the park and about a 10 minute bike ride to the beach (I also bought a bike). Things are good.
With that said, I'm regrettably going to have to retire Apt On Post dot Blogspot dot Com. Oh, I'll keep it up and if TL inspiration hits I'll update it for sure. BUT, I'm most likely going to focus most of my online attention to a new blog in the future about my Sunset life (title/content to be determined).
To all and any of my regular readers, thank you for indulging me this small, insignificant online presence and please keep an eye out for my newer blog to debut soon.
In my TL time I've witnessed fights, stabbings, public sex, outdoor shitting, people shooting up heroin, crackheads hitting the pipe, car accidents, transvestites, drag kings, weekend warrior yuppies, houses catching on fire, swat teams invading the building next to mine, outdoor drug markets, motorcycles hauling ass up the street the wrong way, homelessness, drunks, immigrant families trying to make a living, male, female, and transgender prostitution, domestic/spousal abuse, politico grandstanding, shootings, sewer explosions, police stand offs, President Obama driving past my house waving, Dick Cheney's secret service barricade blocking my street...you name it, and I think I may have witnessed it in the Tenderloin.
Damn, I'm gonna miss that place.
I've since moved into San Francisco's Sunset District. A lot more calm and a lot more safe for my kid. I live close to the park and about a 10 minute bike ride to the beach (I also bought a bike). Things are good.
With that said, I'm regrettably going to have to retire Apt On Post dot Blogspot dot Com. Oh, I'll keep it up and if TL inspiration hits I'll update it for sure. BUT, I'm most likely going to focus most of my online attention to a new blog in the future about my Sunset life (title/content to be determined).
To all and any of my regular readers, thank you for indulging me this small, insignificant online presence and please keep an eye out for my newer blog to debut soon.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Chris Daly Moves out of San Francisco
What a tool!
Chris Daly hasn't done anything to support District 6 families (witness the kids walking down Hyde Street playing next to crack heads and drunks), and here's proof: moving his own family out of the city.
Man, this guy is worse than Gavin Newsom.
Politics is a sleezy game, and this guy is one of the worst.
Chris Daly hasn't done anything to support District 6 families (witness the kids walking down Hyde Street playing next to crack heads and drunks), and here's proof: moving his own family out of the city.
Man, this guy is worse than Gavin Newsom.
Politics is a sleezy game, and this guy is one of the worst.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Monday, June 01, 2009
The Beginning of June
My past weekend was spent in Southern San Diego. I enjoyed humid evenings, warm nights, and drinks with some good friends and family. The atmosphere was friendly and COMPLETELY unlike the atmosphere around Post Street.
In the two days since I've been back I've stuck my head out the window and told two cracked out lovers (one skinny black dude with no teeth and a latin/white looking transvestite with brown hair and a big nose). The whole thing was aggressive:
Me: "Hey, hey you, look up, look up!"
Tranny GF: "Oh, are we being too loud, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Me: "I'm trying to sleep and put my baby to sleep."
Skinny black dude with no teeth: "Sleep? SO?!? So!"
Me: "Yeah my baby." (the hardest stare I could conjure up)
Tranny GF: "Oh no, we're sorry, we're sorry. It's all good baby, he's cool, he's cool."
Skinny black dude with no teeth: Incoherent mumbling as he stalks away
Me: "Fuck."
That was Sunday night. THEN, there's this afternoon when some homeless black dude with gray hair tried to come up behind me real quick. So quick that I had to put the brakes on him.
Me: "Whoa, hold up dude. Hold up."
Homeless dude: "well, uhh...wha...!"
Me: "Hold on mom, I gotta call you back." (hang up the phone with my mom!)
Driver: "Hey, you got a fare? You need to pay!"
Homeless dude: Shakes his head up and down
Me: Walk to the back of the bus and dial my mom again.
Homeless dude: Pays his fare and comes towards me in the back of the bus. "You muthafukkka, you fuk, there's a riot coming, a riot!"
Me: "What?!?" "You walked into me!"
Homeless dude: "Why you gotta do a riot, it's fukkkin 2009, fuck, bitch, suck my dick, there's a riot gonna happen!"
Me: "Hold on mom, I gotta call you back to take care of this guy." Hang up the phone. "Look, I'm gonna sit over here now, you fukkked up."
Homeless dude: Incoherent babble
Me: Sit uncomfortably on the 3 Jackson at Market Street and decide to get off and catch the 38L to the Fillmore.
I'm thinking of moving. Do you think I made the right decision this time?
In the two days since I've been back I've stuck my head out the window and told two cracked out lovers (one skinny black dude with no teeth and a latin/white looking transvestite with brown hair and a big nose). The whole thing was aggressive:
Me: "Hey, hey you, look up, look up!"
Tranny GF: "Oh, are we being too loud, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Me: "I'm trying to sleep and put my baby to sleep."
Skinny black dude with no teeth: "Sleep? SO?!? So!"
Me: "Yeah my baby." (the hardest stare I could conjure up)
Tranny GF: "Oh no, we're sorry, we're sorry. It's all good baby, he's cool, he's cool."
Skinny black dude with no teeth: Incoherent mumbling as he stalks away
Me: "Fuck."
That was Sunday night. THEN, there's this afternoon when some homeless black dude with gray hair tried to come up behind me real quick. So quick that I had to put the brakes on him.
Me: "Whoa, hold up dude. Hold up."
Homeless dude: "well, uhh...wha...!"
Me: "Hold on mom, I gotta call you back." (hang up the phone with my mom!)
Driver: "Hey, you got a fare? You need to pay!"
Homeless dude: Shakes his head up and down
Me: Walk to the back of the bus and dial my mom again.
Homeless dude: Pays his fare and comes towards me in the back of the bus. "You muthafukkka, you fuk, there's a riot coming, a riot!"
Me: "What?!?" "You walked into me!"
Homeless dude: "Why you gotta do a riot, it's fukkkin 2009, fuck, bitch, suck my dick, there's a riot gonna happen!"
Me: "Hold on mom, I gotta call you back to take care of this guy." Hang up the phone. "Look, I'm gonna sit over here now, you fukkked up."
Homeless dude: Incoherent babble
Me: Sit uncomfortably on the 3 Jackson at Market Street and decide to get off and catch the 38L to the Fillmore.
I'm thinking of moving. Do you think I made the right decision this time?
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Years of Refusal = New Band, Same Moz Mope
Full disclosure: I've been a Morrissey fan since high school. A long time ago. I've been into Morrissey and the Smiths back when people were trying to justify this by saying, "Well, Smiths, Morrissey, Joy Division, New Order, it's all the same, and I like it all." Yeah, sure...I wanted to get this album on CD rather than downloading it from Itunes b/c: 1.) I wanted to hold the liner notes in my hands; and 2.) I wanted to listen to it on something other than my Ipod. I'm glad I did b/c this CD is in heavy rotation right now.
Morrissey's back to form via his "Your Arsenal" days and even a little bit of style from "You Are the Quarry." In other words, he went back to rock and moved away from slow moving tracks like, "Life is a Pigsty" and "Moon River." His new band is amazing, all parts work well together and IMHO, they gave Moz a relevant sound in 2009. Not to take anything away from A. White or Boz, but sorry guys, it's a young man's world and Moz did the right thing in hiring a fresher and more energetic band without graying hair.
Song highlights include "Mama Lay Softly on the River Bed" and "All You Need is Me." Pick this one up today.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
I'm Slipping in the Eyes of my Peers
I got a notice today at my job: "You're slipping in the eyes of your peers." What? When did anyone notice that I was doing a bad job? More to the point, who the f'k thinks I'm doing a bad job?!?
My job consists of being a full time fund development person, and I sit on 10 committees!!! That means I have workloads for 10 different volunteer groups. I'm ticked off that my job thinks I'm not working hard. SO ticked that I can't sleep and I'm up typing on my blog to get it out.
The issue is to either walk, eat it, or work it out. I don't know. Thinking about it is not only a blow to my fragile ego, but more of an indictment of my current work capacities. For a select few to dictate my happiness and how much time I spend with my family and my art is, in my mind, insane. We are not put here on this earth to work, that's the spirit of capitalism. Rather, my time on this world is meant to develop meaningful relationships with people and be proud of the work I create.
I thought I was proud, but now I'm just bummed out.
It's sad and disheartening to be writing this, b/c I almost feel as if I'm at a crossroads of sorts. I need to make the decision that's right for me and not let it be driven by fear or doubt. Instead, I need to follow what I believe is the right thing to do in the long run. THEN, only then, can I achieve a fulfilling life.
My job consists of being a full time fund development person, and I sit on 10 committees!!! That means I have workloads for 10 different volunteer groups. I'm ticked off that my job thinks I'm not working hard. SO ticked that I can't sleep and I'm up typing on my blog to get it out.
The issue is to either walk, eat it, or work it out. I don't know. Thinking about it is not only a blow to my fragile ego, but more of an indictment of my current work capacities. For a select few to dictate my happiness and how much time I spend with my family and my art is, in my mind, insane. We are not put here on this earth to work, that's the spirit of capitalism. Rather, my time on this world is meant to develop meaningful relationships with people and be proud of the work I create.
I thought I was proud, but now I'm just bummed out.
It's sad and disheartening to be writing this, b/c I almost feel as if I'm at a crossroads of sorts. I need to make the decision that's right for me and not let it be driven by fear or doubt. Instead, I need to follow what I believe is the right thing to do in the long run. THEN, only then, can I achieve a fulfilling life.
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