We Do This. We Do That.



Welcome to We Do This. We Do That. For the uninitiated, this is a tumblog, which basically is a blog, based in short-form, mixed-media posts. The themes here tends to be: smart ideas, beautiful things and social justice - leaning towards coverage of politics, new media and the gays. Brownie points for those who recognize the url as a nod to Patti Smith and the title as a nod to Frank O'Hara's poetic style

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Cornify
June 22
I really need to get a camera.  I should have pictures from last week to upload.  (Um…hey ladies, email me your pics!)  I should also have pictures of watching the moon rise up tonight over Manhattan, from my perch on an East Village roof. But until I work that out, two google-found pics of that Russian River I know I don’t stop talking about.  The ladies convinced me to stay an extra night last week.  This meant that I had to wake up at 5am in order to drive back to San Francisco to make my 8am meeting.  This also meant that I got to spend an extra day laying around the beach.  At some point Angie and I jumped in kayaks with our smokes and our bourbon, and we paddled on down the river through the trees until we came across an empty dock.  So we laid out on the wood in the sun, smoking and drinking out of the bourbon bottle while telling stories, being surrounded by trees and watching eagle-looking, but not eagle, birds fly about it.  Surreal.  I love that I have such good people to spend such time with in such a beautiful place. Okay.  I’m now done talking about both gay marriages and the beauty of California.  Seriously.  For reals.

I really need to get a camera.  I should have pictures from last week to upload.  (Um…hey ladies, email me your pics!)  I should also have pictures of watching the moon rise up tonight over Manhattan, from my perch on an East Village roof.

But until I work that out, two google-found pics of that Russian River I know I don’t stop talking about.  The ladies convinced me to stay an extra night last week.  This meant that I had to wake up at 5am in order to drive back to San Francisco to make my 8am meeting.  This also meant that I got to spend an extra day laying around the beach.  At some point Angie and I jumped in kayaks with our smokes and our bourbon, and we paddled on down the river through the trees until we came across an empty dock.  So we laid out on the wood in the sun, smoking and drinking out of the bourbon bottle while telling stories, being surrounded by trees and watching eagle-looking, but not eagle, birds fly about it.  Surreal.  I love that I have such good people to spend such time with in such a beautiful place.

Okay.  I’m now done talking about both gay marriages and the beauty of California.  Seriously.  For reals.