barry burton

SFMOMA

Today I rode the Caltrain up to San Francisco where I battled the Love Parade crowds and the lack of bus-service caused by the shut down streets due to their presence.  Forced, I was, to walk on foot from Market Street, but I was subsequently stopped at Van Ness Avenue by an Anti-War Protest march, so I then had to walk up the east side of the street for a few blocks before I found a place to get across…. then a few more blocks to Filmore, where I finally met up with Clara.  We walked all of the way down to South of Market (stopping en-route at burger/diner joint with a mean cook for lunch) to SFMOMA.  The museum is amazing by the way.   The building itself is fabulously architected, and tons of really good, really modern, really famous stuff inside.  Even photography and geometric abstract paintings, both of which I am slightly partial to.  My favorite was an Andy Warhol self portrait. It is very geoff-ish.  Maybe he brainwashed me to like his art.  Not sure. So after the museum, Clara and I managed to catch a bus (not the first line we tried to catch, mind you, that would be too easy) and I saw the awesome old house she gets to live in and it is right by the park! So maybe not Central Park, but Golden Gate Park anyway. Dinner at the Siam Lotus (very good and on Haight Street) and decent espresso at a nearby coffee shop that also happened to sell Dagoba Chocolate, just like Primavera. I then (some might say moronically) attempted to catch the bus line that I had already waited on for over an hour previously that day. Luckily it came and after a minor hickup on Market, I made it back to the Caltrain. I have to say that T-Mobile data is very nice. It may be slow, but internet for the hour and a half train ride is clutch.
And so ends a day of much walking and excellent artwork.