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Friday the 13th, 2006
Just had to leave the office and go home to check in on everyone after I got the alarming message that our kitchen had exploded. Sita had lit the oven to make toast for her and Pat. The flame had gone out and the kitchen smelled of gas. She tried to light it again, only to have it explode, shunting the cupboards to the side of it about 4 inches, blowing open the doors and firing all the hobs/rings all over the kitchen. Obviously just the wrong combination of butane and air… Sita got off with a ringing in her ears and a sudden crowd of neighbours and Avon ladies advising her to eat bread to get over the shock… Blimey. Quite a morning. Anyroad, it looks like the stove´s alright and after putting things back in their place Sita seems OK too, and luckily she´s got the ever-reliable Pat for company. Looks like it´ll be The Waffle Factory on Avenida Mexico for breakfast though… The photo is of my little desk in me office, there’s a couple more photos on Flickr of the view of the plaza and the bar where Sita and I met, and where we took Pat last night before a meal of Ropa Vieja in the Cuban restaurant, La Bodeguita del Medio.
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It must be getting close to easter because these here bunnies were staring down at me from above the frozen lasagnes in Safeway.
MOMA had this here Rivera painting and a couple of Frida’s. Which was nice. But there wasn’t much else that was my cup of tea. I was a bit miffed that we’d come to SF to take pictures and here we were stuck in a museum with a no photography rule. I can understand it when flash photography is banned because it can damage ancient paintings, but here it just seemed like a ruse to sell postcards and uphold copyright. It’s not like i wanted to take pictures of the exhibits themselves, neither, just the people there. I discovered in the museum that you can’t silence the photo taking noise on me palm neither. Hey ho. Not too impressed with that. Anyroad, in the absence of possibilities for ‘classical lookalikes‘, I tried to persuade sita to play the ’10 points for someone stoking their chin game’, and got to 70-odd points. here’s sita stroking her chin and contemplating ‘untitled’, a big blue piece of canvas, no doubt representing “Anger …. Pain …. Fear …. Aggression”.
And finally, today there was a gorgeous sunset on the way home for work, and a traffic jam so i could take this picture:
