Sunday, July 28, 2013

Spoils of San Francisco

My epic trip to San Francisco yielded a lot of wonderful spoils: records, books, and other fun goodies! (Each picture will have a small story, so there ya go.)

~DAY 1~

Amoeba Music on Haight was the place I was looking forward to going to the most. It ended up being totally worth it. Future SF stops will include a venture to this fine place. The first thing I did when I went in the store was look for Perfect Blue. I was shocked to find it so much that I hugged it as I went to search for other things. (If you haven't seen the movie yet, I highly recommend it!)

Finding the Jerry Harrison/Casual Gods single was awesome. The single cover wasn't what I thought, which makes it even  better. Though I wanted "Man with A Gun"...



Streetlight Records was a nice little shop, but didn't yield too much other this gem. I've been wanting this on VHS for a long time. It was only a buck. I should've gotten ripped off like on eBay, but nope. Totes legit.



My first bookstore stop. This was a great little place, I would go back if I had the time to go to more than one store. Read Running Wild in one night (a damn good novel BTW). Haven't touched the Carter novel yet.

The store had a resident cat, a big 'ol orange kitty. I got to pet him (?) and he was sweet.




Recycled Records was a surprise hit of a place. The cashier was a cool dude. The first thing I did was go for the H's to find "Man with A Gun". Nope, instead found the 12" of "Rev It Up". I about burst into hysterical laughter. Why u follow me, song? You're not even my favorite!

The big find was the Martini Ranch album. For those who don't know, it was the band Bill Paxton was in before he became a big movie star. It came with a promo packet of pics and a letter from Sire Records. Oh and another thing... yes, they're actually good.


~DAY 2~

I took the BART to Berkeley (a wonderful little college town BTW) to visit the main Amoeba Music. I wasn't as impressed with this one as much as the Haight location. Though I found a eff-ton of singles and the first issue of Radio Silence, which is a really cool literary/rock magazine.

While walking around Telegraph Avenue (yes, all I can think of is the Michael Chabon book and this song), I discovered Rasputin Music. It made up for the lackluster Amoeba experience. The album next to the Bob Welch record is a 12" single of Lindsey Buckingham's "Go Insane".

I also found two Talking Heads singles: "Life During Wartime" and "I Zimbra". While looking through them, I found the French release of "I Zimbra", which I already had.

And whoops, bought a Peter Gabriel record I already had. And missed out on the German ones 'cause of my dumbassery. Boooooo.






Yeaaaa, Grooves (back in SF) had my favorite Band record! Crank it up! Liiiiiiife is a carnival, believe it or not...






Rasputin Music in SF wasn't as cool as the
Berkeley location. Though I got this Berlin single...




I wasn't that impressed with the deYoung Museum, though I fell in love with the painting that I got a postcard of. It's called "Mother Earth" by Chiura Obata. The woman modeling as the titular figure is his wife. A really wonderful idea of Mother Earth not being some mythical-looking white woman in flowing robes, but a Japanese woman in the nude (ala Eve) and in a more earthly light. I read on the info plaque that Mrs. Obata was pregnant when this was done (or I read wrong, I dunno). Makes it even more powerful.

OMG, snack foods! Bought then at the Japan Center. I love shrimp chips and strawberry Pocky a ton. I also love the honey twists, those things taste like a cereal I used to have as a kid.

The Chocorooms were okay, as was the almond Pocky. Two of the chopstick sets and wrapped bowls were for my sister and her boyfriend. The book and other chopstick set were mine. And I nommed on nearly all the foods before bringing a few things home.



~DAY 4~

My final day... *sigh*. I went to various places and a big one was Ghirardelli Square. I got a free sample and then searched for some tins o' chocolate to bring home. The dark brown one is the one I got for myself (and I later appropriated as a place to hold things) and the streetcar one is for my sister. This was the thing I was gonna surprise her with. She dug it.

City Lights was the biggest stop I've been waiting for. It is absolutely wonderful and warrants repeat visits until either it closes down or I die a ripe old age. After reading so much about The Flamethrowers, I gave in and bought it. I also sat down and read Ginsberg's Howl for the first time ever inside the bookstore. Seemed appropriate.

The bag has since then acted as a tiny purse of sorts. And both the Ferlinghetti poetry books were wonderful.



And finally, at the California Palace of the Legion of Honor, I went to this amazing exhibit about Impressionists and boating (it is still at the museum until October, I think). Definitely go see it!

I bought a poster and some postcards. Lovely stuff.






This took me forever, mostly because of the pictures. Posting pictures on Blogger is a HUGE PAIN OMG. Some were flipped even when I already flipped them so everyone could see them better, WTF?

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Why I'm Not A Stereotypical Writer: Reason #179

I hate coffee.

And I realized why yesterday. I brewed some Starbucks coffee that my sister got and added what I would like: sugar and lots of Cinnabon-flavored creamer. A good meal and two cups later, I was feeling nice. No writing done, but I jumped on the treadmill for an hour and sweated a bit of the caffeine out. But it didn't get much better.

My old friend anxiety came for a visit, throwing my mind into disarray with OCD-like thoughts I long ago dealt and made peace with. Along with that, my stomach started to hurt and became unbearable when I went into work for a brief closing shift. Eating some almonds during a break helped, but all the running around and helping customers still made me shaky and nervous. I feared either passing out on the floor from the inevitable crash or running out of the building, tearing my hair out in handfuls.

The shift did burn some of the energy, but the crash was gonna happen. I got home after work, ate some string cheese, and passed out before midnight.

God, I hate it when things have that big of an effect on me. Naturally, I want nothing to do with it. For those who can handle the stuff, drink on. I ain't stealing your supplies. I'll stick to tea and orange juice.

And there you go, people who wonder why I don't do drugs (besides the legal stuff). If a strong cup of coffee did this to me, what in the world would weed or cocaine do to me? And don't get me started on the effect codeine had on me after my wisdom teeth extractions.

Let's stick that into the "never happening ever" folder and shut the drawer. I'll stick to my mental illnesses, I already have enough to handle.

Friday, July 5, 2013

I rarely do things like this

But I decided to delete my vacation post on San Francisco and overall discontinue the series. I think there is honestly no reason to post it to the world. Mostly I was going to do it to keep track of events that happened, but I did a very good job with my real life journal, so doing it again on the blog seems unnecessary.

In fact, it's a given for now on: no more recaps of my traveling adventures. Instead, I rather talk about the spoils I got during these trips. In good ol' SF, I got a ton of wonderful goodies! In due time, I'll talk about all that more. I even may want to start blogging about my record store hauls and so forth. Dunno, that sounds a little more my speed.

Not that talking about vacations aren't ever gonna appear on here again. They will, just not in obsessive recap form that reveals a wee too much about the places I stayed and so forth.

Either way, sorry for the confusion, y'all.