Folded The Mini-zine

On October 14 I wrote that on the Saturday previous I got my bike and rode to South Park where I met a bunch of San Francisco Beat history buffs for a trip to North Beach for Bikes to Books. I had a coffee and got to meet some of the revelers for the first time.

We started our trip at the beat museum and we got to look at Burrito Justice’s new mini-zine. Then we walked up Romelo to wear the REsearch studio was on Fresno. Then we passed Al’s Attire and I saw the cutest tweed coat. Then we went to where the old bagel shop had been.

The big artists had all flocked to the bars there. The bagel shop had been where Bob Kaufman had been. We visited the street named after Bob, talked about his life and listened to poem by him. We went to an alley a block further and circled through a couple places. Then we walked down Jasper.

We looked in the app Gino and Carlo. Then we went to Pacific where Izzy's had been. We also went and looked at the I Hotel/Museum before going to Vesuvio where we shared pictures and folded the mini-zine. We discussed tech, librarians and how to cut and fold the mini-zine. I picked everyone’s brain before we were done.

I spent some time at the local shops before heading home on Grant, Market and Valencia.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

Back at The MOMA

On September 30 I wrote that that morning my visitor and his girlfriend got me up and after getting ready we walked to the cafe where we all had the potatoes. Then we walked through the morning air to the F train and went to the Museum of Modern Art. We had some coffee and we walked through the center. We looked at a buckeye growing in the park.

We went to Tempest and sad around talking for a bit. When we left we split up but ended up back at the MOMA. We started with the Thiebaud exhibit but really split up. We went up to the third-floor and I got lost in the work of a photojournalist who had covered kids in Queens and Kurdish pogroms. We spent some time on the balcony and looked at a slideshow on Kurdistan.

A bit later we went to the fourth, fifth and sixth floor is pretty quick. And then we got our coats and caught a 14 walked to the apartment. When we had rested enough to eat we went to look at several taquerias before settling on Cancun. My guest bought me a beer and we saw a lady from the museum. We spoke to her for a bit and then walked to a bar I know where we saw a guy we knew and he looked at photos with my guest. We walked back to the apartment then.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.