Today in San Francisco, it is just simply crazy and stunning at the same time.

I once again, I can call out to the world via blogging – it feels good. For well over a week now, I have had some issues with getting anything published here on the ole bloggy blog, as you probably noticed. But I have also been quite busy, so it isn't like I have had tons of time to talk about all my crazy dreams and funny observations. Believe me, I have had these insane urges to release my inner thoughts about my daily adventures; my bus rides home when I sometimes find myself next to guys who like to beat box (white guys, its bad) and rapping hobos that talk about fireballs and parantheses. I even did a homie handshake with some dude on the bus – why, I have no idea, but it was kind of fun. I have to spend one full day roaming the city with my camera, scratch that, 5 full days roaming the streets with my camera because baby, there is some beautiful stuff out there on the sidewalks and worn down walls of San Francisco's streets. The Mission has incredible murals and graffiti covering what seems like every inch of concrete; hand-painted signs written in spanish stand out in brilliantly faded reds and golds. I keep finding little stenciled phrases painted on the streets – here on Haight, out in the Potrero area – random lines of text that mean something to someone. One I saw today said something about …"waiting here for her…," quite sweet, poetic. I cannot forget all these images, I just want to absorb them into my squishy brain and project them on my own white walls. Until next time…