…or something like that.
I got bad culture shock in SF (and still have more to write about that).
Then we went to Vegas. Oh Jesus.
So now we’re going to Burning Man…
Best part of Vegas was chilling with an old friend who works here. In her pool, in the ‘burbs.
Oh, and if you need to contact me, it’ll have to wait.
…after a Vegas birthday that took in two circus shows, one training session, and one visit to Walmart – it is connection that I value, not spectacle.
Hence I am delighted by this present from Andrea, helped by Shyamtara, from a photo of me spinning the Mitochondrion Mark 4 at Kiwiburn in 2013 by Kellective.
I shall be wrapping myself in this at Burning Man.
We caught up with a wonderful surfer/aerial friend at some cafe down by Ocean Beach. They had toast, apparently causing everyone to blame the techies. In their defense, it was very good toast.
It was like this:
As Andrea says, “you never see that the other way around – surfers carrying their skateboards”.
Saw sand dollars and a syringe on the beach.
Caught up with another lovely friend and went to the cafe at the de Young art gallery. It is entirely clad in bronze, because someone had too much money.
On the wall of the de Young was a huge copper slab ten foot tall listing their major donors. I could try to claim this as a piece of art that asks questions about the place of Art in America, but I have enough culture shock already.
✔ Drive in the USA
✔ Get cut up by a BMW
✔ Get cut up by a Lexus
✔ Get cut up by a white van
✔ Get cut up by a pickup with a bed full of rusty engine parts
✔ Catch a bus in the USA
✔ Catch a bus going in the right direction in the USA
✔ Be mistaken for a Canadian
SF looks like it does in the movies. The cultural presence is such that, even from far away as NZ, you kind of know what to expect, or at least there’s a pre-existing set of stereotypes that mediate your experience here. For example, the vegan cafe in Berkeley that’s full of hippy attitudes, the eye-wateringly expensive art gallery in the park, the white homeless people ranting about spirituality, the black homeless people giving you the side-eye.
The trick is going to be getting past that. Or is that the reality and does SF just have a global cultural presence because that’s where so much global culture comes from?
Incoherent jetlagged thoughts from Oakland:
SF is biz jets and crappy public transport.
Time from getting off a plane to seeing a hand gun: less than two minutes.
Hipster mac and cheese?
Sunny parks as lounges.
Lots of homeless people, mostly black, mostly not begging but just hanging around.
Drivers stopping for pedestrians and lots of bike parking.
This American flag towel wasn’t American enough, so they added an extra American flag in the eye of the eagle:
My alert for “happyinmotion” has been going nuts, with numerous German women jumping up and down:
Seems a deodourant company in Germany is running a competition called Die Rexona motion challenges, as explained by this German blogger. Hence they’re all over Twitter and Instagram.
Clearly, this is unacceptable, so I’ll be changing the name of this blog to www.52DRph0vtJT9pjoqXzgs0kJAt6McQH6AZpuzH9Tt3aC448i0sk40ci9hna0SBl1V.com.