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Monday, June 30, 2008

Hippies and Highs in the 60s

In SF visiting the husband for the whole week, which is nice.  We went to the Symphony Saturday night for a performance of Dvorak's cello concerto, which was fine, and Lutoslawski's Mi Parti, which was amazing and a really exciting find.

It's always a challenge to dress when I'm away from home.  Somehow I just never seem to pack right.  I had my adorable grey sweater dress with me, but couldn't find the black wrap to go over it, and immediately wished that I had packed my black boots about which Kathy says, "There is nothing bad about those boots!"  I made do with a black cardigan and pumps but, frankly, I was feeling self-conscious and not particularly well-put-together.

Until we walked in the box office door and landed in line right behind a woman who had gotten all decked out in a bright purple cotton skirt, a jacket whose tie-dying may well have been an at-home job, and a well-worn pair of Birkenstocks.  And that wasn't even the worst outfit we saw that evening.  An upside to being in a city full of hippies, I guess, you never have to feel self-conscious.

And speaking of being in a city full of hippies, I am really trying to identify why it inspires the passionate fervor it does.  I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a perfectly cromulent city; I just don't see why people love it so obsessively, refuse to live anywhere else, say, "Oh, your husband's spending the summer in San Francisco?  At least you get to visit him there, I mean - San Francisco!!!"

The husband has asked a few folks why they consider it their favorite city, why they love it as much as they do, and thus far the answer seems to be "the weather."

The weather?  Really?  I call shenanigans.  You don't get to be a world-class, adored city because you eschew seasons.  I'm asking you, my four (five?) readers for your thoughts... tell me why I should love San Francisco above all other cities!

5 Comments:

  • I grew up in San Francisco, and I love it because it's a beautiful city. There are tons of parks and green spaces, a rich history, has a thriving arts community, gorgeous architecture, and it's surrounded by water on three sides. There's hardly any smog because the morning fog (which rolls majestically over the Marin headlands) sweeps it all the way to Fresno (admittedly, the armpit of California). The people (in general) are incredibly laid back, accepting, and warm.

    And, I hate to say it, but a lot of people's attitudes are shaped by the weather.

    Not that it's a utopia, mind you. There's a HUGE homeless population (due to the aforementioned mild weather), drugs, crime, traffic, and all the bad things about city living, too. But it is a fantastic place to visit, live, and work. I'm getting homesick just thinking about it.

    By Anonymous supermaren, at 6/30/2008 8:27 PM  

  • "tell me why I should love San Francisco above all other cities!"

    Blasphemy! Boston is the best city in the world, everyone knows that!

    By Anonymous Moth, at 7/01/2008 10:48 AM  

  • I have 3 reasons:

    1. accessibility to In-N-Out Burger
    2. Napa Valley is only a car ride away
    3. Goldilock's bakery brownies (not too sweet, not too chocolately yumminess--and founded in the Philippines... who knew!?)

    By Blogger Mrs. J, at 7/01/2008 2:12 PM  

  • Sorry, Moth, you're never going to win that argument here.

    By Blogger mcm, at 7/01/2008 8:25 PM  

  • lol, when has that ever stopped me? :)

    I have been in NC for 5 years now, and I still hope for the day I win at least $10,000,000.00 so that I can move back to Boston.

    (The dollar figure is what Amy and I agreed I have to win before she will agree to move.)

    By Anonymous Moth, at 7/01/2008 8:38 PM  

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