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There are some ridiculous magazines floating around the Bay Area.

The office that I am currently temping at is all about Gentry Magazine and there was an article in the June 2008 issue written by the founder/executive editor Elsie Floriani about change. She hates change, unless it’s changing things that doesn’t matter. Things like large bills and broken equipment.

She states that change is not what this country needs. We don’t need better education for the youth, or to not be at war in a country that doesn’t want our help, or to help fix the broken lives off all the people who have suffered in natural disasters lately. Apparently we are living in the best country with the best government ever.

She would however like a return to the way things were. The good old days. Perhaps the days where black people had to sit at the back of the bus, drink out of separate water fountains and use separate entrances. Or maybe the good old days when Jewish people were forced to live in separate neighborhoods. Or perhaps the good old days when we put “potentially dangerous people” in internment camps?

Yes there were parts of the past that were nice, even excellent. Families behaved like families, communities felt like communities, and you could go to sleep without worrying that you forgot to lock the door, but come on. Change is necessary and if people want to march on the streets, live in trees (throwing human excrement is WAY over the line though), and starve themselves for the cause to get their message out there then that’s their prerogative. So maybe changing light bulbs and eating locally isn’t affecting much right now, and yes even I am getting a little tired of hearing about it, but who knows what kind of affect it will have in the long run. I think more importantly it gives people the confidence and belief that they can make changes. Small changes lead to bigger ones.

I feel we have the responsibility of making things better, not only for our country but for the world. We only have one planet, and we are the only species responsible for messing it up, and we can only fix it if we change.

Something I learned from a past fella who was really into films was to always stay for/ watch the credits at the end of movies, and it’s a habit I’ve been pretty serious about ever since. The dreamboat and I re watched Stranger than Fiction last night and as usual let the credits roll. This sweet little song is played at the very end. It’s “Love” by The Free Design. It’s a bit old, and I’m a bit behind the curve on this one, but I love it.

Oh, and nothings going to happen with the video, it’s just the screen shot.

I decided to walk a large part of the way home after an interview near the stadium this morning. I’m feeling way frustrated because I interviewed for a reception position that I don’t think I’ll get due to my lack of desire to be a receptionist for the rest of my life. Tends to be the story each time. They see I went to school for graphic design and that I want to do that with my life and become wary of hiring me. These days I try not to bring up the fact that I am into design when on interviews that aren’t at creative agencies. San Francisco, darling, I hate your job market.

I spotted this boarded up artwork along the Embarcadero, and really liked it for some reason. The San Francisco Arts Commission, ever hip with their stencils?

I know that everyone swoons over the Golden Gate Bridge due to its iconic nature, but give me the San Francisco side of the bay bridge any day. Well not really any day, cause I don’t like being in the car that often, but you get my point.

I’ve never been in this shop, as I am not a well dressed male nor am I dating someone who would be into such clothing, but I love it just the same. At least I think I would. The jackets, the bow ties, the pocket squares, the hats! Oh the hats. Oh to be a sharply dressed boy from the North Eastern Coast…

For some time now the dreamboat has wanted to swing by It’s Tops over on Market for brunch, so this weekend we finally did it. Turns out its one of the least vegetarian friendly places I have ever been in my life, which I suppose is to be expected from a diner/soda fountain that’s been around since before it was hip to not eat meat, but still pretty good.

Based on photos the dreamboat showed me I went in expecting to love the atmosphere, and as expected, I did. This place is so adorable and so cozy. You walk in and there are old photos and awards on the walls and oldies playing over the speakers. Each booth has a mini juke full of what one can only assume to be top 40 oldies because only the artists are listed and that’s what was playing (sadly there is a review on Yelp that says they don’t work). I love the element of surprise in that! The waitresses wear cute 50s inspired tops along with coffee and syrup stained aprons. The seats are comfy and most of them look out onto ever entertaining Market Street.

The menu is very meat centric, which is great for almost everyone. You want bacon or sausage in your waffles? You got it! An egg breakfast with 3 kinds of meat? You got that too! On the veggie side they have a few things also. I had a hot chocolate, a plain buttermilk waffle (they sadly didn’t have bananas for walnuts inside bananas on top waffles), a scrambled egg and fried potatoes. Nothing mind blowing, in taste or presentation, but a filling “American” breakfast. The two things that made me happiest food wise were the delicious hot chocolate, which is really chocolaty and the perfect amount of sweet, and the maple syrup, which I’m told they make themselves, but I’m not 100% sure of that.

I’m totally going to order a strawberry malt for breakfast next time.

photographs taken by Mike Fischer and Wiseacre used under creative commons.

How do you feel about traveling by plane these days? LC over at Fops and Dandies recently said in her post “AM Broadcast” that she’s not as gung ho about it as she used to be due to the current state of air travel, and I, sadly, must agree.

Over the weekend I flew down to San Diego to witness one of my dearest friends get married, and security getting there, and getting back, was a pain the the ass.

Going to SD I had to be searched twice because I was wearing a full skirt. This gray wool number above to be exact. I have worn this skirt to 3 other airports on 2 other flights in the last 7 months and no one said a thing. I suppose it has become a threat to national security to dress in a feminine manner. The woman behind me also had to be searched because she was wearing a similarly shaped skirt.

To avoid this situation I wore a pencil skirt on the way back, but sadly forgot that the corset I wear with it has a lot metal in it. It took me about 3 minutes to remember I was wearing it, and by then I was already back in my happy glass box. At least I stood tall, shoulders back and didn’t sulk.

I know that all this hassle is “part of the new way” as some little droogies once put it, but geez.