It finally looks like June in San Francisco should: wet, cold, and dark. We've been having apocalyptically nice weather lately, with sunshine galore and blue skies, and I must say it freaks me out. That's all fine in October for here, but summers in San Francisco are something I emotionally prepare myself for. At no point do I pack away the thermals, because that's my secret survival method for movies in the park. I associate August with scarves, and there is no shame in wearing gloves to a Stern Grove concert. If anything, they'll help you slide down the eucalyptus hill better. Which is to say, it is now officially Summer: the solstice has passed, and the super moon is waning. I have tactics for approaching summer. These are necessary because of the trick of weather here provides no indication whatsoever of how the rest of the country is turning on air conditioners, but also because (and maybe primarily because) I'm no longer in school. I spent so much time in s
"In the midst of winter I found in me an Invincible Summer." - Camus ...On exploring strength in its many forms: strong people, strong writing, strong curiosity, obsessions, stances, and loves. Strength as a concept wide enough to encompass fear, truth, vulnerability, and joy.