Photogenic

This photo was supposed to be something else, but I couldn't get Diaz to stop charging the camera. I think it ended up being better than what I was planning.

SF Marathon 2007

As marathon spectators, we've been exceptionally lucky. In our earlier NYC days in Williamsburg, that city's marathon passed right through our neighborhood at the end of our block. In our later NYC days in Gowanus, we were one block away from the marathon as it trucked up 4th Avenue in Brooklyn. Now in San Francisco, we're once again a couple blocks away from the course, this time in this city's Dogpatch district.

Two friends of our were runners and we took to the streets to cheer them on! A small set of photos are here.





Diaz with our sign




Diaz and Margot cheering for the runners




Our heroes, Chris and Duncan

110 minutes of sitting still... plus previews!

This weekend brought another first for Diaz: sitting through a full-length movie in a public theater. All three of us had a great time, and surprisingly, it was almost effortless! Diaz spent the rest of the day pretending to cook just like Remy, the story's lovable rodent protagonist.

Sonoma County Fair

When our friend Jeff suggested that we join his family at the Sonoma County Fair, our mouths started watering instantly at the thought of junky fair-food and beer drank from plastic cups. The fair delivered with cheese fries, nachos, churros, pizza, tostados, tacos, margaritas, and beer. We had a good time in spite of the mid-nineties temperatures and total lack of shade. Oh, and Diaz got to touch a cow. A small set of photos are here.

Baker Beach: a good reason to love San Francisco

Cities with beaches. What a rad combination.

Southern Shores, NC

OK, it’s been a week and I think I’ve recovered from my case of post-holiday egads-its-back-to-real-life-again. I’m probably fit to post an entry.

About this time last year, my sister suggested that our entire extended family meet in the Outer Banks of North Carolina to spend July 4th week soaking up the sun and brushing off the sand. After we groaned a bit about how far away that is from home, we said “aye” and a vacation was born. Sis did all of the planning and hard work—the rest of us just sent her checks. Thanks for the sweet deal!

Getting to the North Carolina beaches from San Francisco was a bit of a production, but totally worth the effort. With 7 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, a private pool, and a two-minute walk to the beach, everybody stretched out and relaxed. We spent mornings with the ocean, afternoons by the pool, and evenings on the decks taking in fireworks and stars. Hurray for vacation!





This was about as “in the ocean” as Diaz cared to be




Firecracker enthusiasts, Diaz and Luca