August 4 - August 6, 2005 San Francisco

Look at those beautiful and golden rolling hills. You can already tell I'm on my way to San Francisco, can't you...
I can't tell if I took this picture because I liked the way the hill looked, or because I was interested in perhaps adopting that stretch of highway.
It doesn't end. It just grows more beautiful and serene as you continue north.
Until, of course, you reach the Bay Area!
Cars and buildings! I've finally made it back to normal civilization after a day and a half of driving through absolute nothingness.
All the streets look like this!
That's Aquarius Records. I have since become obsessed with this music shop. I remember when I was in there I found copies of From Bone To Satellite, The Soft Bulletin, Red Hash, and...um...a Deftones album. They also had some sweet looking Boris vinyl that I did not buy because I was afraid it would melt in my car. Thanks, Aquarius!
That, I believe, is Valencia. Somewhere in the mission, probably not far from where the above photograph was taken.
More Mission District hills.
That stadium isn't even called SBC anymore. That's how long it has taken me to update this website. A god damned baseball stadium changed its name from SBC to PNC.

Oh, wait. I guess stadiums change names really frequently these days.
I don't know where the hell this was taken.
Look, it's the Bay Bridge. And that Island...Yerba Buena? Is that what it's called? Or is it Treasure Island, and Yerba Buena is something else. I don't remember too well.
Look at how beautiful it is. The sky is perfect blue. I was probably wearing a hoodie when I took this picture. Everything was perfect and right in the world.
This is a brutal attempt at making a symmetrical photograph. Right now, my downstairs neighbor is sawing something. It's scaring me. I'm afraid he's going to pop through my floor with a chainsaw and cut me up and soak my body in acid in his bathtub for a week. What the hell can a person be doing sawing something at midnight on a Monday?
This one looks slightly more symmetrical, but it's still really far off.
Ching chang chong. Chinatown.

Thanks, Rosie O'Donnell.
In case you haven't heard, some of the streets in San Francisco are kind of steep.
Pine Street.
I think at this point I'm in Knob Hill or the Tender Knob. I was photographing my every turn in case I got lost and someone found my dead body sitting in a stalled car on the side of a road, so they would know what path I took just before I expired.
This picture and the next two were taken from a little observation deck at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art.
They were taken just after my meeting with Jefre Cantu and Jim Redd from the band Tarentel. After my interview, I spent the remainder of the afternoon at the museum, losing myself and spacing the fuck out.
Cool view.
This is on Haight. I remember this because I was just there this weekend, and I remember both of these buildings (Red Vic Movie House and Escape From New York Pizza). I actually felt a weird sense of Deja Vu when I saw them this weekend, but could not remember why. These pictures make so much sense right now.
More Haight.
And more Haight. These last few shots are making a cute little panoramic effect.
Nice, right?
Another Amoeba. I don't remember if I bought anything here.
Haight.
Haight/Ashbury
This was the last thing I saw on my way out of town. Classy, right?