{ metropolis devoured }
a tribute to my san francisco

3/4 oz scotch whiskey
3/4 oz local politics
1/4 oz public policy
1/4 oz disaster preparedness
1/2 oz alamo square

Shake over neighborhood dives & venues, strain into a chilled cocktail dress, garnish with a sprig of gov 2.0, and serve.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Don't get caught in a bad hotel...

Go Pride at Work!

Thursday, May 06, 2010

In the age of the internet, no good deed goes unpunished...

4 years ago I was in a movie. I can't act, but I was in a movie. It pissed off a lot of people who were actual aspiring actresses that I was just some chick plucked out of a Buffalo Exchange on Haight Street (I apologize for nothing). But that was ok. My dear readers, I think y'all know by now that I am pretty used to inadvertently pissing people off. Maybe I should change the title of my blog to "Pissing People Off Without a Clue". But I digress.

So I was in this movie. It's a zero-budget piece of genius about a household of nubile co-eds and one thousand-year-old killer puppy. It's also why I can now safely say I should never run for office... especially in Germany, where it seems to have found a home in a totally obscure cult niche. However, I may be a celebrity there. Who knows? I am kind of reluctant to find out.

We did one screening party at the DNA lounge, promoted it for a short while, and then I promptly forgot about its existence until a friend from Chicago came to visit and a bottle of wine later the movie was in my DVD player. Like a fine wine, it may have gotten significantly better with age. The creator/writer/director of the film pointed out, "It certainly couldn't have gotten any worse."

My interest in Puppy revived, I googled it. Lo and behold... I found myself on IMDB! That's right, I have an IMDB. Something about that just isn't quite right, you know? Somewhere in the world a unicorn just chipped his horn.

I will leave you with this. Do yourself a favor and don't try to guess what I am laying in, or for that matter, next to.


Wednesday, May 05, 2010

More civic by the tweet...

Confession time: I get a little teary-eyed for civic engagement. Stop rolling your eyes. I know we've all heard that one before... after all, this is San Francisco, where volunteering is not just encouraged for college application purposes but is mandatory in most high schools. Still. Every once in a while when I need a big hug for the civic soul, when a middle school kid on a passing bus chucks a greasy McDonald's wrapper out the window and at my Ralph Lauren pumps, when I see another blighted corner, forgotten, with trash strewn among a tangle of rusty pipes and bearing an eerie glow slightly reminiscent of a superfun site in an 80's movie, when another doorway smells like a urinal... I check out Mr. Clean. Mr. Clean SF that is.

Mohammed is in the Department of Public Works leadership, and from his division's work on more efficient curb ramps to making public spaces truly available to the public, he helps this city be a little greener, a little more pleasant, a little more livable. And we can all use a little of that in our day.

Mr. Nuru, my apologies if this is super creepy of me.