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Sunday, September 27, 2009

Tree Ferns

Today was a sunny day, so I walked a lot in Golden Gate Park. For only the second time since I moved to San Francisco, I walked on the wooden-plank pathway that winds between tree ferns, which I find magnificent. I have to spend more time just sitting on a bench in the park's botanical garden.

Thursday, September 17, 2009


I have found an online drafting pencil museum! Gadzooks!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Mile Rocks Lighthouse

My friend, Pete Andrews, figured out the mystery of the orange-and-white striped platform just beyond the Golden Gate Bridge. It used to be a lighthouse!

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Beautiful Football

I saw this football on, and thought it was absolutely beautiful. I want one.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Sailor Fountain Pen

Today, I was in the San Francisco Shopping Centre, looking for a GRE review book and a dictionary, and, of course, I stopped into the Maido stationery store to test-drive some fountain pens. I was especially curious about the Pilot Vanishing Point pens, since whenever I research fountain pens online, I always come across people who love that pen. I tried one that had a medium nib, and wasn't especially impressed. I was, however, impressed with the Sailor Sapporo. It's a little smaller than pens I use, and the nib looks smaller than other nibs I have used, but the ink flow was smooth and pleasant. I may have to save up for one.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Toy Truck

I have been meaning to write about this occurrence for a while, but, for some reason, never got around to it. Now, I have time to tell everyone about a surreal, and hilarious, situation a few months ago.

My girlfriend and I were walking along a sidewalk near my apartment, when, all of a sudden, we looked a few feet ahead of us and noticed a toy fire truck rolling slowly but steadily right towards us. It was clearly either a wind-up or motorized truck, and was probably about six inches long. Oddly, there was no one else around us: no one on the sidewalks, no one on the streets, no one in any of the house doors: the truck appeared to have materialized out of nowhere. I picked it up and looked it over, and didn't see any way to turn off the power. So, I put it back on the sidewalk, pointed it in the opposite direction from which it originally came, and Jolina and I continued walking. After we had gone a few steps, a nearby door opened, and a man came out. He picked up the truck, said it belonged to him, and, if I remember correctly, he told me and Jolina that the truck has a habit of escaping, or getting away from him. (I think he had a young son, to whom the truck really belonged.) The whole five or so minutes in which it took for all of these events to occur seemed so bizarre, like we were in a Candid Camera episode. Strange...