Aspirations, Aspirations

Aspirations, aspirations (and perspiration, too - under my arms, mostly).

It is a hot and muggy day in San Francisco. This morning, the citizens of the city by the bay awoke to news of a rampage run against bicyclists during the wee hours in the city's Mission and Potrero districts. The SUV crossed lanes, drove the wrong way, and all in all ran down a total of 4 (innocent?) victims. The suspect remains at large and dangerous--if you consider a penchant for injuring bicyclists danger.

I kid, I kid. Bicyclists are wonderful and an important faction of our city. True, they block pedestrian crosswalks during red lights, pedal on the sidewalk, run stop signs, and slow down an already too-slow Muni with their damn use of racking. I kid, I kid. I am a car driver and a pedestrian in this city - truth be told, I don't have the balls to ride a bicycle down any one of the major streets here. I know for a fact how totally inattentive and incompetent the drivers here are (whether native children of bridge-and-tunnelers). The fact of the matter is that we are all crammed into this 49-square-mile city together. Pedestrians, unsupervised children, bicyclists, vehicle-drivers, Frank Chu, dog walkers with too many dogs, and even Parklets. There are curb cuts and endless DPT ticketing. There are potholes and pissed off crackheads. There are Smart cars and even Hummers (a very strange sight indeed). There are smiling hipsters on their way to Dolores Park and stern ladies with arms full of pink grocery bags. And there is almost always a fight on a Muni bus. I love this city.

Today I decided that my as-of-yet-unrealized life dream is to be a journalist. I want to be a one-woman Matier & Ross, and I want to be the one making the life of the homeless-but-hard-working Shoe Shiner a lucrative one. (Disclosure: I realize that C.W. Nevius broke the story of Larry the Shoe Shiner, but Matier and Ross are just so much more likable.)

So in order to self-actualize (isn't this what I constantly preach to my students?) I've got to write. This is a paltry blog entry, I realize, but it's a start. I shall opine daily henceforth on that which I find annoying in my beloved city of San Francisco. This should be fun.