September 21, 2003

I’ve been living in San Francisco for nearly two months now and though I only hopped across the bay I’ve noticed a striking difference. This city’s got character, or rather, characters, ones I never thought would’ve rivaled the personalities that comprise Berkeley’s charm. Witness the man who enters the Washington Mutual in his military regalia, lambasting the mistaken absence of the English language from the automated teller (“I’m an American, not a Mexican!”); the man at the bus stop, dressed to the nines in a sharp gray suit, eyes vacant, back hunched, straw cowboy hat over head, stuffed orange tiger under arm; a woman’s territorial hostility at 8:00 a.m.; a man’s incessant handshaking at 8:30—caricatures who have come to life, at once surreal and tangible. All mere flakes from the surface of this metropolitan sprawl. I’ll scratch a bit deeper and see what else I find.

Posted by irene n. at September 21, 2003 08:03 PM