In order to comply with all internet traditions (of which I am aware!), and not post exclusively of my simmering rage about nearly every goddamn thing lately, here is a cat pic. Ashi O’Feral. Just a rustle in the bushes 12 years ago and now queen of the scene. The CDS blessed me and I’m grateful.

I have lived and worked in San Francisco for over 30 years. It has its problems like every city, sure, but it is a fantastic place to live and I am proud to call it home. Keep your fascist goons out of SF, Donnie Dipshit! Also, go fuck yourself. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Greetings from the urban hellscape that is San Francisco! Food trucks and the farmer’s market in Civic Center today.

Random dandelion thriving on the deck of my 10th floor office. Nature finds a way and so can we.

Witness the hellscape that is urban public transit and despair! But seriously, what a bunch of gutless, racist fools rule us now. Courage, D.C! Resist and persist. Love from San Francisco.

Times are dire and I’m feeling the stress same as any halfway smart and compassionate person would be. Doing some work this weekend with neighbors really grounded me. The Peru Street stairs are looking good!

San Francisco turned out. No Kings! Happy Birthday Donnie, you asshole.

No fucking kings! Let’s goooooo!!!

Goodbye, sweet Margarita. Thank you for 21 years of loving companionship. We will see you up the trail a piece.

Bus graffiti poses a rather timely question for us US Americans