It's a known fact in my circle of friends that if you're looking for anything to do in San Francisco, I'm one of the people to contact.For the last couple of years of my living here in San Francisco, I've looked for anything interesting to fill my time, trying to learn about cute new shops (Flight 001, Flicka), events (Maker Faire, Folsom Street Fair), quirky things (a model of San Francisco in Jell-o, Urban Golf). While I may visit maybe half of these things, my mind has become a wealth of knowledge for the non-SF inducted.
My brain, as of late, has become waterlogged (knowledge-logged?) with all of the things one can do in SF, as I've recently been hired by Gridskipper. The responsibilities? A commitment of at least one post a week, chronicling lists of things to do in SF. In its own Gridskipper way. Not a bad gig, but when you factor in the day job, night school, other projects, the bf, the fam and other random shit, you begin to feel out-of-tune with the city you live in -- esp. when the closest thing to the perfect night consists of staying in and being sloth-like on the couch and perhaps trying to make it to your favourite neighborhood bars. Where they're beginning to recognize you.
But, I digress. Perhaps I shouldn't complain about things, seeing as how I live in the best city in the world (San Francisco -- duh) and am being paid for doing what I (unconsciously) do for friends: recommending places/things to do.
Shit. I'm tired, though. And seeing as how I haven't seen a dime of this writing thingie yet and since we haven't been officially relaunched and how -- technically -- I haven't officially written anything yet...?
Fuck that. I'm going to complain about all the shit I have to do.
Although, I love my job. I do.
(photo courtesy of Thomas Hawk on Flickr)
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