Saturday

01.31.09

dear january: i still can’t get over how non-winterlike this winter has been. unlike all the local vintners, water conservationists and tree huggers, i am not complaining.

Friday

01.30.09

dear yellow cab: thank you for not actually killing me during my death-defying ride home tonight. your being $1 short of the amount of change i requested was also a nice touch.

Thursday

01.29.09

dear bay: how i wish i was in a sailboat today instead of watching them from the docks during my lunch break.

Wednesday

01.28.09

dear fire hydrant: often unseeingly, i stare at you every morning while i wait at the cable car stop.

Tuesday

01.27.09

dear elliptical machine: we meet again.

Monday

01.26.09

dear catherine & heathcliff: how much more thoroughly i have enjoyed the “unquiet slumbers for those sleepers in that quiet earth,” on pbs’ free webcast of wuthering heights this past week, than i did when it was required reading in 9th grade honors english.

Sunday

01.25.09

dear polk gulch: don’t let all the accusations of neighborhood gentrification get you down. you are still a seedy hotbed for drug dealers, hustlers and the homeless in my eyes.

Saturday

01.24.09

dear grubstake: your beer-bottle flower vases are very avant-garde.

Friday

01.23.09

dear rain: welcome back.

Thursday

01.22.09

dear setting sun: you almost make up for how noisy my street is at night.

Wednesday

1.21.09

dear spanish architecture: california’s high schools look so different than the one i went to in maine.

Tuesday

01.20.09

dear obama: we have chosen hope.

Monday

01.19.09

dear global warming: armageddon you may be, but this weather sure beats that of any january i ever spent in maine or upstate new york.

Sunday

01.18.09

dear academy of sciences: i hope you can find some more dead fish to put in jars with the $25/pp admission you charge. i see them floating around fisherman’s wharf for free all the time.

Saturday

01.17.09

dear man behind the curtain: my landlord warned me of your impending visit to paint the exterior of my living and bedroom windows. he did not, however, mention that it would be at 8am on a saturday.

Friday

01.16.09

dear liquid plumr: your packaging guaranteed to unclog my bathroom sink in 15 minutes. and yet here we are after 5 hours-- do i need to call a solid plumr?

Thursday

01.15.09

dear commute: hanging on for dear life to the front poll of the cable car while we race up the hills during rush hour is often the most exciting part of my day. and it smells way better than the bus.

Wednesday

01.14.09

dear market street: i felt that these l.e.d. snowflakes were odd for sf (where it does not snow) when they went up for the holidays, but now in this 70ยบ weather, they are entirely inappropriate.

Tuesday

01.13.09

dear anthropologie: i do not attend tea parties. nor am i a lady who lunches. i usually wear jeans and faded t-shirts to work. and i have no fancy events to attend in the near future. why then, do i delay returning home at night to try on your froufrou dresses? (which, by the way, make someone of my stature look like a cupcake with arms.)

Monday

01.12.09

dear pg&e: can you explain why our december energy bill was triple that of november, despite us being gone for two weeks and rarely turning on the heat?

Sunday

01.11.09

dear photo shoot: this is the art director’s eye view.

Saturday

01.10.09

dear ferry building: we enjoyed two vanilla cokes at taylor’s automatic refresher after spending the afternoon walking around the waterfront today.

Friday

01.09.09

dear press club: what a novelty, to have an “urban tasting room” right next door to my office. i never would have had the opportunity to try a flight of mount eden vineyard’s estate wines otherwise. are you open during my lunch break?

Thursday

01.08.09

dear douchebag: you serenaded me with six dozen rounds of “pop goes the weasel” on your ukulele while i waited for the cable car tonight. during this time i was impressed neither by the red ball you wore on your nose nor the fact that you can afford a bicycle yet usurp more obviously needy street folk in your shameful scheme for attention and loose change.

Wednesday

01.07.09

dear trio of thirteen year-old girls: do your parents know you are strutting around downtown san francisco at noon on a school day dressed like this?

Tuesday

01.06.09

dear union construction workers: if you get more respect from your employers, will you stop sexually harassing me and every other female who walks by your job sites?

Monday

01.05.09

dear gap: thank you for selling affordable jeans in petite lengths that don’t need to be hemmed for us short people.

Sunday

01.04.09

dear rodeo beach: we almost got trapped in one of your coves on our hike today when the tide rolled in at an alarming speed. we were distracted by the view.

Saturday

01.03.09

dear chinatown: you are much more alluring by night than by day.

Friday

01.02.09

dear windows: despite local lore, here in san francisco the street artists and homeless vets can’t afford laptops but if they could, i bet they would buy macs.

Thursday

01.01.09

dear san francisco: it was nice to see a break in the fog this new year’s day.