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Mar. 22nd, 2002
Herb Caen entry finished
Mar. 22nd, 2002 03:41 pmThe final form of my Herb Caen write-alike entry. Comments welcome!
It's a foggy morning in San Francisco. This is the kind of fog that wraps around you like a jealous lover and tries to isolate you from the world. Someone has stolen our hills, and replaced them with a cool gray blanket.
This fog didn't come in on little cats' feet, it slid in, swallowing the Golden Gate Bridge, mocking the tourists waiting to take pictures. The works of man won't upstage the fog! There is only room for one diva in the City by the Bay.
Somewhere out in that swirling gray cloud is my SF, but there are others as well. Out there Sam Spade is tracking down the black bird, trying to find out who killed Miles Archer... dogs bark at things just beyond human perception... a thousand stories walk down each damp street, and always the fog acts as both director and stage master, letting us catch the glimpse of another's solitary life.
Listen! Somewhere close by, the Dead and the Airplane jam with Turk Murphy and Monk . . . Can't you hear them? Maybe they're down this alleyway . . .
. . . Or maybe that leads to a Chinese dragon, coiled and waiting for New Year's Day. If the firecrackers drive off the evil spirits, what of the fog? Our guardian and guide, we leave our hearts in San Francisco, deposited in a fog bank until we can return.
Us natives, we revel in these mornings. We walk a little slower, absorbing each tendril as it caresses us, we love the city, and she loves us back. We know that this is the time when all San Francisco's come together. Put on a trench coat, grab your fedora, and walk into the mists, and be sure to lose yourself there.
298 words. I rock.
It's a foggy morning in San Francisco. This is the kind of fog that wraps around you like a jealous lover and tries to isolate you from the world. Someone has stolen our hills, and replaced them with a cool gray blanket.
This fog didn't come in on little cats' feet, it slid in, swallowing the Golden Gate Bridge, mocking the tourists waiting to take pictures. The works of man won't upstage the fog! There is only room for one diva in the City by the Bay.
Somewhere out in that swirling gray cloud is my SF, but there are others as well. Out there Sam Spade is tracking down the black bird, trying to find out who killed Miles Archer... dogs bark at things just beyond human perception... a thousand stories walk down each damp street, and always the fog acts as both director and stage master, letting us catch the glimpse of another's solitary life.
Listen! Somewhere close by, the Dead and the Airplane jam with Turk Murphy and Monk . . . Can't you hear them? Maybe they're down this alleyway . . .
. . . Or maybe that leads to a Chinese dragon, coiled and waiting for New Year's Day. If the firecrackers drive off the evil spirits, what of the fog? Our guardian and guide, we leave our hearts in San Francisco, deposited in a fog bank until we can return.
Us natives, we revel in these mornings. We walk a little slower, absorbing each tendril as it caresses us, we love the city, and she loves us back. We know that this is the time when all San Francisco's come together. Put on a trench coat, grab your fedora, and walk into the mists, and be sure to lose yourself there.
298 words. I rock.
Psst.. Heard the latest?
Mar. 22nd, 2002 03:48 pmI need rumors. For the Trojan Reach book.
What I need specifically is false rumors. Things I can put in to disguise the real rumors. This is where your fertile imaginations come in.
Make up a rumor for me. It should be general, and refer to a region of space that nobody knows too much about. Examples:
There's a world out there where they perform human sacrifices on top of a temple, but they aren't primitives, they have spaceships!
The government is searching all the ships coming back from X. Several ships have been confiscated, and the crews held without any hearing.
Things like that. Use WiQ in place of planet names, PiQ for rumors about people. I'll Travellerize them for the book.
Thanks!
What I need specifically is false rumors. Things I can put in to disguise the real rumors. This is where your fertile imaginations come in.
Make up a rumor for me. It should be general, and refer to a region of space that nobody knows too much about. Examples:
There's a world out there where they perform human sacrifices on top of a temple, but they aren't primitives, they have spaceships!
The government is searching all the ships coming back from X. Several ships have been confiscated, and the crews held without any hearing.
Things like that. Use WiQ in place of planet names, PiQ for rumors about people. I'll Travellerize them for the book.
Thanks!