🇺🇸 Independence Day - Downtown SF - 07.04.2026
I managed to get out of Denver without having surgery… but spending time in the hospital is like spending time in jail. you’re bound to a bed, a room, the floor and you cannot leave. Although, it was the safe avenue to take, according to my doctor, nothing was solved, other than ruling out some potential causes. And… in my experiences… I walk out of the hospital with more problems I showed up with. this time… more sinus and respiratory infections from having an NG tube through my nose and down my throat. Despite this exercise in U.S. healthcare imprisonment… I left with a positive view… and have some new ambitions… short term and long.
I flew back to San Francisco to resume a house-sit obligation. I’m placed downtown, 100 Fell Street, on the 16th floor of a luxury corner apartment… with an unreal view of the city hall building.
I don’t come to downtown often… unless i’m meeting Mermaid Michelle for snacks, chats and apapcho… she works near Embarcadero… or if there’s a restaurant… but I’m loving it. It’s a great location… at the intersection of Market and Van Ness. there’s a close Muni Station and my favorite way to travel in SF, the vintage Streetcars.
Food, food, food… this town has it and has many different and eclectic things. i’ve lost 15 kilos and i’m currently having problems with nutrition absorption… and I can’t gain weight… the positive thing… I can eat as much as I want. cool beans!!! the problem… and in all of the U.S.— it’s expensive and the portion sizes are too big. there needs to be more economical choices and with smaller portion options. its the thing about Mexico I like… you can find (easily) cheap eats, tianguis street markets, street food… but the thing about Mexico… if it’s not Mexican food, which is just “food” to the Mexican people… it sucks. Sushi in Mexico City looks like sushi… but it’s not sushi… and tastes horrible… on many levels. Lukewarm chinese. and if it’s anything ethnic… it’s usually some fusion of mexican plus whatever ethnic mix. but… the people eat it up. they cry gentrification while stuffing their fat faces at McDonalds, Starbucks, Chili’s, and so on… but this story of two-faced whines of “gentrification” comes in the next episode called, “why Mexico lost to England in the World Cup” and/or “if you hate everything American… why do you where American clothes, and listen to shitty American bands like ‘Korn/’?” Toluca/Metepecs idiots.
I was alerted that July 4th was upon us… and I happen to be in the best location to watch fireworks. except… it’s really not my thing. I have a corner apartment and a sofa near so I can sit and watch without obligation of being bothered by the masses. El problema… this is fog town. and fog generally rolls in this time of year in the evening… and it did. and I could hear fireworks but couldn’t see them. so… I took a nap before heading to the pool hall to play shuffle board with a cutie compañera.
I had spent the afternoon on a long urban hike starting in Castro District and making my way to Commercial Street… its a pedestrian pathway through the financial district filled with plants and cool architecture… it’s Saturday so there are very few people… and it made for a peaceful day for photos… and here they be»»»
