Spent most of the weekend looking for a dresser for the baba’s room in SF’s Mission district. About half a dozen vintage and antique stores. Neither of us have bought new furniture before – both of us have come this far on sidewalk trash, improvisations. Amy made the comment that this is a fork in the road – where we decide either to trade in the mismatched dishes for a matched set from Crate and Barrel or continue on the path of funk for the rest of our lives.
Today we found a perfect 1930s deco dresser for cheap, and bought it. A bit worse for wear, not fancy, but bearing the character of its previous owners. We are both gratified to have stayed on the path of funk. For now.
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On Valencia St., saw a baby in a stroller coming at us *very* quickly. Soon realized that its father, who was pushing the stroller, was riding a skateboard. Father and child on wheels, on an SF sidewalk at 15mph. As they passed, I realized the father was wearing a skirt. I love the 21st century.
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Last night off to see Daniel Popsicle perform at New Langton Arts – sort of a Braxton set for kids, or a Willem Breuker Kollektief with fewer dodecahedrons. Enjoyable, but wished it would have featured more banjo-bass duets, or trombone solos, or something. Very orchestral in other words – all 13 of them playing together at once, never any featured instrumentalists. Sort of orchestral modern jazz with a child’s melodic mindset. Very odd, very fun.