Hey there! Another plea to come out and help us make phone calls to likely Kerry supporters on Tuesday, headed your way! Keep in mind that you don't have to argue with anyone - you're just asking them to please please please get out and vote. The more I see, the more I'm convinced that this can REALLY make a difference - the election may be decided by a few hundred votes... and if you know you had a hand in 5 or 10 of those getting out? That's power. After sitting through four years of Bush, I'm ready to have some power in ousting him. How about you?
Even if you're coming for a few hours, could you jump over to our party site and sign up? We need the signups to get the phone numbers for you to call.
And! I'll be cooking! And we'll uproot the bush out front to help assuage the physical angst of the day.
We hope to see you. It's time for the final push...
Russell and I are hosting a MoveOn GOTV Phone Bank party at our house on election day. (That's November 2nd, next Tuesday. I know you know, but I want no confusion.) All damn day. We're going to call Kerry supporters in swing states who otherwise might not vote. Want to come to the party?
Here are the details:
Uproot The Bush
242 Anderson Street
San Francisco, CA 94110
Tuesday, November 2, 7:00 AM to 8:00 PM (and then we watch the early returns)
We'll have a list of likely Kerry supporters to call, and scripts to read when we're on the phone. Since we'll be spending a good deal of the time at the party on the phone, it's important that you bring your own cell phone (and the charger). But lists of folks to call, scripts of what to say, and good company will be provided. We have wireless network galore, so if you can "telecommute" if you're in touch by email, bring your laptop, too. There's a rumor going around that I'll be cooking, too.
Finally, there's some shrubbery out front of our house that we want to get rid of, so at some point midday we can take a break and Uproot The Bush!
We hope to see you here at the Wabe on Tuesday!
The satisfaction gleaned from a series of small home improvements sometimes seems out of proportion with the efforts (but I'm not complaining). Yesterday was full of them, and I went to bed a very happy monkey.
Woke up, had coffee, and whipped up some ginger-apricot scones. The MovingWorm came over and delivered the new coffee table, and we had a lovely visit and photo inspection. Zoomed over to the Leckmans for a visit with Beca, Tad & Annika. A fruitful stop at Cole Hardware, where I bought lots of good stuff, but resisted picking up any new plants.
Came home, ran to the grocery, made tasty panini for lunch (ciabatta rolls with smoked turkey, gorgonzola, arugula, and fig balsamic), and then ran off to Home Depot with Beca. Picked up paint chips, more house stuff, and completely failed to resist the plants: I acquired SIX new houseplants and pots.
The rest of my day was housey. Matched the paint on the walls in the kitchen. With the perfect walll bins for my oils & vinegars (score 1 for Cole!), I can finally finish up the kitchen rework. (Ralph Lauren Oatmeal, semi-gloss, for those counting.) Installed hooks inside cabinetry for my chiniosery. Repotted the plants and installed them (all but one) in their new locations. Mopped up all the dirt I tracked in. Helped Russell hang his fabulous new clock. Made a tasty dinner (Pizza with hummus, ground lamb with cinnamon, pine nuts, sun dried tomatoes, and feta cheese), saw the eclipse from the top of Bernal Hill Park with Chris & Russell, and finally, collapsed.
More is planned for today - a few days to work on the house is a lovely way to end a long vacation. I told Danielle last night that I'm both a city girl and a homebody, all rolled into one. I think that about sums it up.
Lovely time in Berkeley with my East Bay folks tonight!
First a browse through the Wooden Duck.
Then, rescue by jD. (Needed 3 more inches in the MINI to fit the coffee table. oops.)
A drink outside at the Mallard with jD & Logan. (Neat bar!)
To Heidi's, where we finally met Richter.
To Cesar, for almost-one-of-everything at Cesar with Heidi and Carol.
To the abattoir to fetch a banshee, and proceeded to The Albatross. (Another neat bar! Logan, we'll go with you too, promise. I couldn't stomach any popcorn after dinner.)
Then home again home again, jiggity jig.
(And we get a jD for brunch, when he delivers the coffee table. Rad!)
I think I am the only person in this bar who is not watching the game.
I walk the line. (The red line. I ride the green line.) Also - I climb the steps. All 293 of them.
Lobsters on death row wave their antennae at me.
Oysters & wine - a moment of peace.
I think I am the only person in this city who is not watching the game. (And yes, that means Russell's watching, too.)
Lampworked glass biology leaves me breathless and dizzy, and wanting to go back for more. Stunning is an understatement.
I think I am the only one noticing that this brewpub (with a great jukebox and good salads) is run entirely by dykes. Very cute, sweet, helpful dykes.
The Mt. Auburn Cemetary is like the best of fall foliage in a national park, with instant conversation starters around every corner. Rest in Peace, Bucky.
I lead a charmed life.
Stumbled into Go To Hell night at the East Coast Grill. (Sean, our bartender, saved me from my own machismo.)
Flummoxed by the sheer quality of the MoS. The LOTR exhibit made me rue missing trilogy tuesday & renewed my crush on Sir Ian McKellen.
Made way for ducklings in the morning rain. Wish you were here!
You were gonna get Postcards From Boston #1 and #2, but instead you get:
What the fuck? Last call at 11pm? Fucking New Yorkers complain about SF's TWO AM LAST CALL, ALREADY.
Dude. So not cool.
(on both fronts.)
We're leaving Saturday on vacation. I'd love some advice on:
Where to eat, drink cocktails, drink coffee, and play in Boston.
Things to see on a drive from Boston to Philly.
Where to eat, and stay for one night, in Philly.
Things to see on a drive from Philly to DC.
Where to eat, drink cocktails, and drink coffee in DC.
Thoughts, my dearies?
I love the fall. I love the changing temperature, that sharp smell in the air. It getting dark earlier, and light later. I'm back to setting the coffee pot up to brew at 6am, to help lure me out of the cozy bed in the dark of the morning.
I do my sun salutes in the dark by candlelight now - to beckon the sun, rather than to greet it. The moments of dark and quiet just after as my breathing returns to normal are magic.
I think we'll be hosting another very Borogove Thanksgiving this year. Who will be in town and might want to come?
Twee French lunch with my best girl, her daughter, oysters, and Amelie music at Le Zinc
Candles burning in the afternoon
A long talk with James
A gorgeous walk to the Mission and home
Early dinner at the bar in Last Supper Club, plotting and planning at chatting with our fave barstaff.
Before they hatch (today):
A fall drive to Santa Cruz in Gyre
Playing Dressup. Hair up, even.
A gorgeous wedding. I can't help being overjoyed for ansi & Dave.
Goth. Club. DJ.
More trip plotting and planning.
(Chickens. Blessings. Who's counting?)
Lovely grey morning wish:
To stay home with a large black coffee and a warm pain au chocolat. Light the candles. Turn on some soft music. Curl up under the quilt with the cat & write in my journal.
4 lbs of butter
5 lbs of cake flour
5 lbs of baking sugar
3 dozen eggs
3 lbs of praline paste
3 lbs 5 lbs of scharffenberger 62%
3 quarts of heavy cream
1 jar of coriander
1 jar of baking powder
Welcome to my day!