I haven’t been writing because there’s nothing to write. How about a pretty picture, instead?

A block away from the office, I passed a sun-dried mountain man, bright blue eyes, scruffy white beard, copper skin. I offered him the change I had in my pocket. ‘How you doin’, buddy?’ He seemed surprised by my speech, and sputtered for words for a moment, before spitting out Appalachian: ‘I thank God that [...]

How do you handle grief when you have nothing — when you don’t even have a bed in which to seek sleepy oblivion?

‘Shit, man. Why’d you come running out like that? That scary as fuck.’

Those walls I somehow assumed I would keep between my lives? No.

Late night paths-crossing with Malibu.

I really need to blog about last night for SF ethnographic prospects, but I also have a bunch of errands to do this morning (including visiting a friend who just got out of the hospital), and I have all my notes in digital audio. I’ll update this afternoon. Here’s hoping nothing happens between now and [...]

A long entry on tensions at the chess plaza, further conversations with Rudolf, and a surprise cameo by Malibu.

‘Here, the homeless support the wealthy.’

Just finished lunch — tamales from the stand at the farmers’ market at the UN Plaza. I had hoped to play a game of chess, do a little observation, ask some questions (number one question in my mind, right now: Who owns these boards and pieces?), but when I got to the usual chess location [...]