Fortune and Fame.

Phenomenal cherry pork yields many secrets and good omens.

Living in the Sunset, a corner of lovely San Francisco I never thought I’d see so intimately, bolsters my confidence that it is the last proving ground of the waning spate of local middle class Caucasians. We don’t know our neighbors at Le Chateau de Woe/Jambon/Greyskull; it’s not necessarily culturally appropriate to do so. Perhaps part of the reason that we’ve not received massive baskets of welcoming fruits and candies from our residential compadres has something to do with the fact that we don’t have any curtains in front of our floor-to-ceiling living room window. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that any passers by can see myself and angledge chasing each other around the house with mundane kitchen implements, which in turn are often given well-developed Latin personalities. We have a tea-ball that we call José, for instance, and he sometimes hungers for human blood.


But we were speaking of the pork. Part of giving up on localized cultural acceptance and understanding one’s established environs also means some damned good foreign food. A recent culinary excursion with agntprovocateur revealed perhaps the most enlightening fortune I’ve ever stumbled across, or cracked open, as the case may be. The writer of such philanthropy should be commended on his progressiveness:

Active trendsetters reinforces your avant-gardist attitudes.

Yes, that’s what I’ve always thought.

There hasn’t been time for much titillating living these days, but thankfully my recent twelve-hour work days have little to do with actual work. Supplying the frothing public with intellectual and social entertainment (am I a Leisure Whore?) is a bit like being a drug dealer – I rarely touch the stuff myself, but shit, man, I can get you the BEST that you’ve ever had. Part of this carefully-nurtured prowess includes an oft-neglected aspect of the gaming industry: the creation and cultivation of comfortable space. It used to be that any old venue could be a front for retail sales and then it’s get the hell out because we want to throw things at each other and read gaming books all day long. Now, it’s more than a requirement to establish a clubhouse atmosphere that not only draws the curious patron forth from the safety of the open double doors, but also keeps them around, doing what they should be doing in a game store: playing games.

Because of this, we’re doing many things of late that were not being done before, when I was tromping around the cattle-laden hills of Scotland with dear friends and sun-bleached bones freshly plucked from dried carcasses. Wireless networks, mini-memberships to specialized gaming groups, late-night demos, mini-conventions, e-mail correspondence and website creation, learning rules and setting up social gatherings, shameless promotion and infectious enthusiasm for products heartily relied upon and believed in. It is public relations on a supra-human level, and it doesn’t stop when you’r off of work. These are what game store managers are made of. If all goes well, they stay there, and the business flourishes.

Or perhaps it’s the other way around. Perhaps they get to a terminal point in their careers, can’t take it anymore, and then swiftly bury themselves beneath a crushing pile of sharp dice and suffocating bags of flock…and just fade away. Relegated to the status of a passing fancy in a loyal geek’s memory.

In the short amount of time left between all of these things, which often go far beyond paid hours and the wills of mortal men, there has been some downtime. Most of it is filled with contact and words to keep the blood pumping and the heart warm, but not enough writing has been taken on, and that is one thing that I cannot seem to be happy without. If I may be so bold, I’d like to point out an astoundingly and absurdly wonderful new blog started by a distant wordsmith with clearly too much time – and thought – on his hands. This is one thing that certainly helps motivates me, reminiscent of a sort of internal schoolyard chase, to plumb up on my writing, my thinking, and my LIVING. He probably doesn’t know it, but I hope that he will someday.

As a brief aside, one of the lovely sites recently pointed out via this forum includes many secrets, bought and sold – many secrets openly told. I find it fascinating, refreshing, and sobering.


As I stated, there is some downtime, and much of it has been spent living well, and trying to build the *comfortable* like giant Duplo blocks of bacchanalia, Epicureanism, and sartorial bliss. This is what we do when we’re in our thirties, because who knows how much time we have left? Drink up, because there’s more work to be done tomorrow.



17 Responses to “Fortune and Fame.”

  1. avalokita Says:
    March 6th, 2005 at 8:44 pm

    I'm not used to seeing wires above ground…it's strange. Reminds me of my childhood.
    I thought corners of San Franscico would have more trees. I always think of it as sort of an environmentalist's mecha.

  2. FunkyPlaid Says:
    March 7th, 2005 at 10:25 pm

    There are actually quite a good number of trees in the city, as well as green areas. We're right astride Golden Gate Park and a few blocks down from the Pacific, so we do get our fill of glorious nature.

  3. avalokita Says:
    March 8th, 2005 at 8:08 pm

    I guess it's the way the darkness and light is in the picture. It appears that the buildings are low and that there are no trees. Are the buildings actually high?

  4. FunkyPlaid Says:
    March 9th, 2005 at 3:31 am

    These particular houses are only two stories. There are intermittent trees that line the Sunset avenues, but GG Park, of course, is absolutely massive.

  5. vervassal Says:
    March 7th, 2005 at 3:02 am

    Thank you so much for that first picture. Made me all homesick, in a good way. 🙂

  6. FunkyPlaid Says:
    March 7th, 2005 at 10:25 pm

    It's waiting for you should you ever come back.

  7. dr_beep Says:
    March 7th, 2005 at 9:03 am

    Oh lordy do I miss the sunset.
    and cherry pork.

  8. FunkyPlaid Says:
    March 7th, 2005 at 10:26 pm

    I can give you both at once if you like. All it takes is a mail or a call.

  9. dichroicynosure Says:
    March 7th, 2005 at 2:55 pm

    adoring your prettily peppered prose and missing much.

  10. FunkyPlaid Says:
    March 7th, 2005 at 10:27 pm

    One day we'll hook up again, with lots of filling the gaps to do.
    Um, you know what I mean. 🙂

  11. thistlelurid Says:
    March 8th, 2005 at 8:39 am

    The much anticipated shot of your bedside table…..very much worth the wait!

  12. FunkyPlaid Says:
    March 9th, 2005 at 3:29 am

    You've got a very good memory. I should go back and post it to your old entry – just to fulfill the prophecy…
    I remember wanting to wait until I had something special to capture…wait 'til I get the new night tables!

  13. thistlelurid Says:
    March 9th, 2005 at 11:00 am

    Your bedside table already puts MY bedside table to shame….
    and now you say youre getting NEW ONES? Ok, thats it….
    its ON now…..Im heading straight to the shops after work…
    we'll see who has the better side tables! ::fist in air::

  14. kittynitro Says:
    March 9th, 2005 at 3:58 pm

    Beautiful pictures. Books and wine are my favorite things.

  15. kittynitro Says:
    March 9th, 2005 at 4:00 pm

    …Which makes me sound like a bit of an alcoholic. But a semi-literate one, at least, which is something.

  16. FunkyPlaid Says:
    March 15th, 2005 at 6:18 pm

    That's my favorite kind of person, and you know it.

  17. Anonymous Says:
    April 30th, 2005 at 11:20 am

    ¡Feliz cumpleaños, señor!
    Espero que tu gozas tu día, y le veré anoche. Quiero beber un poquito de tu sangre …
    <font color = "white">Translation: Happy birthday, mister! I hope that you enjoy your day, and I will see you tonight. I want to drink a little bit of your blood …</font>

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