Too much fun?

I couldn't resist another picture of crazy morning fog formations. This is on my way to work a week or so ago. A dark wall of fog was to the west (right)and some of it was spilling over UCSF and Mt. Sutro towards the east (left). The distinct layer of flowing fog was really impressive.







Last week I went to my first Giants game with George and some of his co-workers. SF played the Cubs in the fastest 9 innings ever. The Giants imploded in the 8th or 9th inning to lose something like 5-1. I would put money on there being an equal number of Chicago fans as Giants fans--there was way more cheering for the Cubbies. The ball park is very nice, but I must say that PNC Park has a much more impressive setting, and the food is WAY better in the 'Burgh. Probably cheaper, too. I got mustard all over my wrist splint. I'm sure there was mustard in my hair, too, but George probably didn't tell me so he could make fun of me later. I am possibly the sloppiest eater when it comes to getting stuff all over my face and hair. Yuck.


Friday night, I went to see Wilco in Berkeley at the Greek Theater. I went with George and Suchita, the Transfusion Medicine fellow. The concert was amazing. They played 2 sets and 2 encores, for a total of about 3 hours of music. They played an even mixture of their latest album, "sky blue sky, " and their last 3 or 4 albums. Listening to "California Stars" lying on a grass slope in an amphitheater with a view across the Bay was almost too much for a girl from Pittsburgh!


Two days later, I went to my first live golf event, the US Amateur Championship (the same tourney Tiger won 3 times in a row) that was held at the Olympic Club in the southwestern part of the city. The final match was a head-to-head points game (not stroke play) between two guys George and I dubbed "Chunky" and "Skinny." Chunky (a.k.a. Colt Knost--I'm not kidding here) pulled it out in the end. It was a pretty tame event and a pleasant way to spend a Sunday afternoon, strolling up and down nicely manicured hills, people watching.

Wiping the slate OR I'm a punk

I've been a major sloth when it comes to posting lately. I'll make it up with a slew of pictures. First, a series representing my walk to work:

The view of Moffitt-Long Hospital as I head south to work through the park.


The Dahlia garden is about the 1/2 way point on my walk. The flowers are insane, but perhaps rational, like Fibonacci.


My little desk in the Hematology lab. Characteristic items include Diet Pepsi bottle, camera case, sleeveless fleece, and pens inside foam tubes that make writing easier with a bum hand.


The view from the Hematology break room. You can just make out the Bay and the Bridge.


The view from the hill in GG Park. You can see both towers of the GG Bridge.



A lone magnolia blossom on Arguello.


One evening, Allison came down to the city and we went for drinks at the Tonga Bar in the Fairmont Hotel---major cheese Tiki bar. In fact, it was so over-the-top kitsch, it was cool. The bar was the old indoor pool. At intervals, it rained from (pipes hanging from) the frond-covered ceiling into the pool. The three-piece lounge act floated around the stage on a raft. And Allison and I shared a large rum drink with the longest straws I've ever seen.


My parents came out to visit me--or to get CLE credits and a free trip to San Francisco and visit me! We explored the city, including lunching at the Beach Chalet. My dad napped in my car as my mom and I hiked along the cliff coast in Lincoln Park. He also napped in my armchair while I watched Daily Show clips and my mom was at the ABA conference. Sunday we drove out to Berkeley and traipsed about the campus, finally heading up the hill for a clear view across the bay. Having driven across the Bay Bridge to get to Berkeley, we returned via the Richmond and Golden Gate Bridges on a ridiculously clear day. I love my mom and dad--they are so cute!


George's birthday was earlier this month. I wanted to sing him happy birthday in Canadian, his native language, but I was too embarrassed about my accent. Still, Birthday cake is the best kind of cake.