brr..
my cousin Patrick playing jazz at Socha in San
Francisco. He's the hep cat with the beard, playing
sax.
Oh, man. Merry Christmas.. I am at
Socha right now:
where I was last night to see my cousin Patrick Wolff play some jazz
with a few folks. I forgot my jacket and scarf
last night so I had to come back here and see if
they still had them--they did, and I am very
happy. Not sure how I forgot it, but I guess
that's the way it goes. It was a really great
night, Patrick and his friends were really good (I
haven't seen Pat play in years, so it was a treat)
and it was a nice blend of family and friends.
Super fun--I just wish I wasn't so damn sick, I
gotta tell you. I am usually good about powering
on when feeling ill, but it's hard to heal when
you are just basically cold and uncomfortable all
the time! I know, I know, what does a guy who
spends his days in LA know about cold, but
really--I am wearing a jacket, a coat and a scarf!
That's gotta mean something, right?
So, I am that guy in the cafe with a small cup of
coffee typing away on the computer. Cafe scribbler. I
am having a great holiday; Christmas went really
well, we had our normal massive family gathering at
Toby and Catherine's and it was great to see
everyone. It's good to see that everyone's looking
healthy and doing well. We used to have these kinds
of things all the time when I was a kid, now I
basically see my extended family only once or twice,
which is kind of depressing. Such is life, I guess.
San Francisco is nice, clear blue skies (quickly
growing dark, gonna rain tonight) and I am doing
fairly well balancing my time between friends and
family, which is the trick. I'm going to be up here
for MacWorld in a few weeks anyway. Everyone seems to
be doing well...surprised, definitely, that a year
has passed. Damn this cafe is cold! What is
up with the front door wide open? The cafe is
obviously open..it's a funny sight; everyone's in
full jackets and hunched over their coffees while
some kid pounds away on the piano.
What else? I am supposed to meet up with Oliver for
lunch, but I am not sure what the story is. I want to
swing by Isotope to hang out with James, then I am
going home to my parents' place and just going to
read some books and heal up. I woke up with a wicked
headache which is retreating, slowly.
I just wanna go to Golden Boy and be warm. I am
blowing steam from my mouth.
What else? Not much, I am sort of drifting, here,
it's like that when I come to SF, I don't really have
a homebase in the city itself, so I tend to bounce
from cafe to store to restaurant to store to cafe and
to dinner to bar, that kind of thing. I wanted to
take a bunch of yoga classes this week but I haven't
had the time and I just feel like crap.
Anything else, Mike? You are rambling a bit. Any
comments on how everyone seems so young here? No? The
seeming resurgence of beards on guys? Rants on
traffic and how it's just as bad here as it is in LA
and how it's frustrating that the car has been thrust
upon us in this here state? how you wanted to see
There Will Be Blood but it's not actually
playing in San Francisco yet?
maybe later. For now, I will upload this and figure
out what the hell is up with Oliver.
