So now I have some more time, because I'm at a friend's place in Berkeley and I can use her Mac (and my email works and I can sort out a job interview for next week
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Yes, it was great to meet Julie, who is a much more dedicated Brokie than I am and goes into the finest of detail. Then I went on her architectural tour. The old library/Asian Art Museum certainly is an interesting building, and TD knows it well. (I was a bit of a teacher's pet on the tour. The other three docees seemed a bit staid. I had to smile when I stayed back photographing artworks and heard her voice floating through the corridors: "Shu - gee!") We had another coffee afterwards, so it was something like 2 1/2 hours together.
(That morning I had been to the Palace of the Legion of Hono{u}r to see the Monets, which jump out at you wonderfully if you can only stand far enough away. With the crowds there, that wasn't always possible. And the previous day, to the de Young, so I'm quite museumed out.)
Afterwards I went into the City Hall and asked if the place where Harvey Milk was shot is marked. (Harvey Milk - first openly gay supervisor - = city counciller - elected in SF, activist, shot by a redneck rival along with the Mayor) The first guard had no idea, the second said, "That was YEARS ago!" I said "So? This is history." Then to the Rainbow Toastmasters at the LGBT Cent[re] with PTallen. An excellent confidence-building exercise, without the pretensions of the likes of R*t*ry. I made a short speech, but since I was a guest it didn't get evaluated. Good practice, though. Pete and his David have been wonderful hosts. This morning we went to breakfast at the Crepevine (all these punny shop names, that Armistead Maupin sent up so well with "Plant Parenthood"). <Homer> Mm, pancakes </Homer>, I could get fat.
Then I went to Castro and Market and got, I hope, a good picture of the street sign, the huge flag over the Harvey Mik Plaza, and the towers over Twin Peaks looking like a galleon. It's hard to catch the flag unfurled, the cloud at the right level and no streetcar in the way.
Another of the mural over Milk's old camera shop (a trompe l'oeil [deceive the eye - false perspective, imitation of reality] window with HM standing looking down and saying "You gotta give them hope") and the view down the street from there. I might put one on the front, and the other on the back of garments.
I went down to the new library (where I wrote the above) and saw the wonderful ceiling of the GLBT centre there. More trompe l'oeil on the ceiling of a dome being built and inscribed with the names of famous gay people. Inspiring.