A day of editors.
Tom and I after brunch, nap and shower, attended a party in the mish at Peter's (photographer/editor for the Chron). The New Year's Day open house was peopled with SF Front Runners and at least 6 editors. Front Runners SF loaded on carbs and protein after completing their annual across the Golden Gate Bridge run.
Independent editors and a book publisher, behind the scenes and the true ghost writers of our times. Are they scribes, or transcribers? Current and past projects, intersections of friendships and work made for stimulating and intriguing conversations to have the pleasure of listening. What is it that editors share among themselves? The state of writing or public speaking in today’s media injected dioramas. It appears most of what passes for writing is generally poor.
A night of literati.
NYE 07 marked by the blogger with conversations in a Duboce Triangle Edwardian, peopled by: a Harvard librarian and editor, whose current project is a bibliography of Gore Vidal's work, a former non-profit Executive from LA, a copy writer/editor friends and partners. Topics ranged from Social Work practice in the UK, the Kennedy-Bouvier-Vidal connection, current lot of Democratic Presidential aspirants, and China -the not so new imperialists.
Conversation flowed easily, punctuated by Champagne, sparkling wine, cava, vegetarian bean soup with dumplings, a roasted beat salad over arugula and the fire works viewed from the flat's porch.
Sunday Nite at Jellies.
A cold and damp evening on the waterfront. Club filled with transplanted Caribbean and Central American people dancing to a live Salsa band and dj. Salsa dancing is maybe an alternative to the tropical heat and accompanying sweat that one can not experience readily in the cool and temperate days of Bay Area life. Discernible are the styles of Cubans, Mexicans (cumbia style), Puerto Ricans iterations of the salsa beat and dance.
A Bday gathering for Rona F. I longed for an evening in Havana, dancing with friends and new friends to sonorous beats.
Saturday evening in a SOMA warehouse.
A rainy evening centered on stone soup. The hosts live in a warehouse on a busy SOMA street, a space with production office for video, music, and film projects. The house filled with Art work, many noteworthy paintings, various club decor objects, and very lively plants. The back garden had tropical air leading me to believe, I had escaped the city, only hundred yards away. A Jacuzzi, patio deck, and a bar in a lush setting.
The evening’s entertainment included a reading from Ms. Cora Values, accompanied by Sister Dana Inequity and his banjo. Host and cook du jour provided home made pulled pork, 2 pots of stone soup one vegetarian and the other not. Life an imitation of art, or is living artfully a facsimile of life as a stage. Perhaps links and pix to be attached.
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