Generally Hospitalized
Friday, February 6, 2004
When you need fixing, the SFGH trauma center is where they take you. But the end of the month is the worst time to land at General Hospital. The downtrodden get their checks and end up in the ER as crack is bought and knives come out and general chaos ensues.
UCSF students staff much of General Hospital, and the City Health Network runs it. Most locals were born there, and it’s famous for starting a nationally acclaimed program for AIDS treatment. Apart from the famous car chase, the 1968
Pictures from the Road
Thursday, February 5, 2004
When life gives you lemons, you gotta make lemonade. When life gives you a fat ugly lemon, a Palm Pilot, a camera phone and Internet access, you gotta take notes and pictures and publish them on the web. It's almost worth the pain to have a story.
It was last Friday at 6:10 PM that I was hit by a tow truck on four lane Mission Street, headed westbound between 7 and 8th Streets. That's the west end of San Francisco's South of Market area, a block south of the Beaux Arts Civic Center and the
Reading Palm
Wednesday, February 4, 2004
I usually write stories in a text editor. I can't really write manually, because I am as much an editor as I am a writer. I could never get anywhere on a typewriter, and paper just scares me. It's hard to legibly finish a paragraph. When the power goes out I have to draw pictures.
There’s only one thing that really lies in the void between electronic word processing and writing or typing on that old fashioned stuff they make from dead trees. That would be a Palm Pilot. The Palm’s Graffiti
Sharing Airspace
Tuesday, February 3, 2004
This last weekend I didn't have big plans, and it was just as well. On the way home I entered the airspace of a tow truck running short on time. I didn't actually check the drivers schedule, but I assume if you need to pull a high speed U-turn in the middle of the block without looking, you are in a big hurry.
I can totally empathize; I get in a rush sometimes too. Had I known I was headed into the path of someone who was that pressed for time, I would have parked and got a tea and read the
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