Tonight I walked home from the 24th and Mission BART stop. It was Valentine’s day, and the neighborhood celebrated by being outside. Stores stayed open late. Perfumed Latino guys pushed and egged each other on, nervously buying flowers for sweethearts and would-be sweethearts. The bodas civiles joints lubricated their trade…

I visited my local Bernal Heights library branch this afternoon, in search of a place to sit and read. It turned out to be one of the last weeks the building is open before it closes for an extensive renovation. On a kid-filled sunny spring Saturday, the current building gives…

With Chuck back in Michigan, Plover and I decided to work on our serious faces.

2 AM awake Awake, asleep, and awake Foghorn on the Bay There’s no sky today in San Francisco, just fog. Outside, buses and dogs and flowers are memory-distant. I’ve never heard the Bay foghorn from my bed. I happened to wake at the right time. My dad was raised on…

Dear Toyota Prius, I do not have a passenger. That is cat litter. Stop beeping at me.

My work name is Erica Linden. Everyone who works for Second Life gets a Linden last name. This makes us weirdly popular in-world. There is a huge bouquet of stargazer lilies on my desk. Got ‘em for myself. Who needs boys? Not me. Nope. My mom phoned at 8am to…

This morning as I was driving to work I became embroiled in local Farm Drama. Let me back up. Photo by Cryptia 30 Apr 07, 10.59PM EDT. I live, at least for the next week or so, in upstate New York. Among other things, such as a dearth of decent…