Jack Fisher

Walked over to Hayes Valley to the Boulangerie for a chicken and arugula sandwich. Felt a bit better walking in the sun.

Got into SFO and had lunch at the airport.  Was going to meet Alaric for work but dozed off when I got to Shanan's apartment.

The bike rack fell yesterday and left gaping holes in the wall. I should take care of that today. Ok. Maybe my morning will be spent on that – the spackle needs to dry and I should just apply it now.

The smattering of laundromats and Chinese greasy spoons are now punctuated by the occasional transplant from Park Slope. We have Bar Corvo on the left and Kim Chee Tacos on the right.

With a lack of a better party to go to, I figured I’ll just blather on Tumblr.  And it’s an easy way for me to save unresearched and half-processed thoughts somewhere for future reference.

How will the “stories” concept evolve?  After all, we’ve all been sitting around campfires gesturing at each other and putting dyes on cave walls in some form for thousands of years.