The Strategic Retreat

San Francisco Gay Pride Parade 2014

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girl with David Chiu sign

Yesterday I went to Pride 2014 in SF. It was pretty rad. Now, it’s no secret that I love gay pride parades. If I was a man of means I would probably travel the world during the summer, hopping from gay pride parade to gay pride parade. That may seem an odd life goal for a straight man but I don’t exactly claim a seat at the corner dining booth of non-odd society. I’m just a guy who loves taking pictures of smiling people in festive outfits. If you know a place better than a pride parade to find… Read the rest

Tom Robbins and 4 Ladies

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I just got back from San Francisco. Being part of the 7/11 crowd in SF requires me to scurry home like a South Bay bilge rat before the last train leaves around 11ish, shunned until my visa run allows me to return the next morning. I’ve gotten fairly used to the scurrying by now and it sure beats parking in SF, or kicking out that rent, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy it.

Tonight I was in the city to hear Tom Robbins speak about his life and his new book, Tibetan Peach Pie. I was there to hear… Read the rest

And I or And me

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I often hear people say “(person) and I” when it should be “(person) and me”.

I hear people doing this wrong all the damn time. Mainly I think it’s because people learn, incorrectly, that “and I” is the proper way so they correct themselves when they shouldn’t.

If I want to say that Nadya and I are going to the store that’s what I should say. “Nadya and I are going to the store”. *But* if I want to ask if you want to go to the store with Nadya and me, that’s correct. “Do you want to go… Read the rest

How Weird Street Faire, 2014 San Francisco

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thats weird street faire

As I stated in my last post, I should at least be able to post on Sundays. But, the best laid plans of mice and Jeffs often go awry. The fact is, I drag my cracker ass out of bed at 4:30am six days a week and am not much in the writing mood when I get home at 5. But, glorious Sundays are my me-time. My writing time. My sleep in until 9am time. And this Sunday was going exactly as planned, until it wasn’t. Slept in, caught a bubble bath, about to start on my whites. Then… Read the rest