Ah, San Francisco cafe life -- long passionate discussions on the nature of art, heated debates on the relative merits of the various Dutch Masters (Rembrandt, Breugels, etcetera...not the cigars, dingbat), inquiries into similarities between the punk ethos and dadaism -- how I miss it! Here you see me, Mark, Azlina, and Carl deep in thought about some matter of weighty import. Mere minutes later, during an argument between Kristanne and Mark about what constituted "baroque art," I apparently broke the spell by commenting, "Hey, if it ain't baroque, don't fix it!" My loud guffawing did nothing to melt the icy glares coming my way from all parties. Timing, Sid. You really need to work on your timing.
| Well, by now you've got a pretty fair idea of what it's like for me going to work onsite everyday. What you don't have is a clear picture of just what the heck is up with Kristanne. Frankly, neither do I. Oh sure, when I get home at night, there are tales of dishes washed, books read, and German language studied...that's all great. So, how come when I touch the TV, it's always warm? And what about the bon-bon boxes halfway stuffed underneath the coffee grounds in the trash, hmm? It's all a little bit suspicious, if you ask me. Today, we tear down that third wall for a firsthand peek at just what the heck Kristanne is up to. Beware, folks -- you may not be prepared for what you see. As always, I beg of you, if you are at all worried about your children's welfare, put them to bed now. They're just not ready for the scenes of unimaginable domesticity that lie within. | |
| This is the last thing I see in the morning before I leave -- Kristanne blissfully sacked out, dreaming her usual dreams of total world domination, a world enslaved to her beck and call. Boy, do I know those dreams. But that's when the picture gets hazy. What happens next? When does she wake up? Does she wake up? Or does she just roll over to the TV, snap it on and nod back off to some nappy time with Kathie Lee and Regis? We don't know. |  |
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Until now, that is. Thanks to the miracles of technology, I was able to set up a complete home surveillance system of the Vince and Jen condo using only dental floss, two empty beer cans, and some belly-button lint. The pictures you see here are the result, stunning evidence of the private domestic life of Kristanne. To be sure, there have been some marvelous revelations. For example, did you have any idea that she was mailing boxes while I was at work? I sure didn't. Oh, she's a clever vixen, I tell you! |
| Ok, so maybe that's not actually that incriminating. In fact, since Otto has been getting a mite full lately, perhaps mailing a box back home was actually a darn good thing to do. I'm not convinced yet, though. That trail of bon-bon boxes has got to lead somewhere! | |
| Like, say, the video store? Ah-hah! Now we're getting somewhere. It turns
out that Kristanne has been embarking on some surreptitious visits to "Le Video," the
best video store in San Francisco. Perhaps that's why she never wants to see any of
the videos I do -- she's already seen them! What's she got here, now? Ah, "Suburbia," the
latest effort from Richard Linklater, the wordy director darling of the perennial-student twenty-something set.
The man who gave us, "Slacker," "Dazed and Confused," and "Before Sunrise," good to
great movies, every one of them. How was this one, Kristanne? "Well, Sid, I liked it. However, I think you probably would think it was a little bit facile, like it didn't say anything that wasn't inherently obvious. Plus, you would probably make some blowhard comment about how Linklater would've done a better job writing the script than the fellow who did, Eric Bogosian." Wow. Thanks Kristanne. I don't even have to see it now. |
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Hmmm. Our Kristanne-tracking camera has done an admirable job, so far. We may have to check in with it tomorrow, see if she changes up her routine. It was about this time, though, that I came home. Carl and Azlina were coming up to the city from Redwood City to hang out with me, Kristanne, and Mark, who lives in the Haight. We all met up for something new to me -- Ethiopian food. We had a great time trading stories, sucking down some spicy food, and drinking a few African beers. After a dessert in a local cafe, everybody headed home. We all had to work tomorrow, after all. We close today's episode with a quick look at the insides of a real Ethiopian restaurant. See you next time on the Odyssey.
Total Miles for 8/21 = 82