tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326147.post-1156916298293648452006-08-29T22:18:00.000-07:002006-08-29T22:38:35.496-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6059/325/1600/IMG_0317.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6059/325/320/IMG_0317.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the castro and beyond at dawn, from my summer balcony</span><br /><br />For my last official act as a temporary San Franciscan I handed off my August SF Muni flash pass, still good until the 3rd of September, to a friend of mine after we enjoyed a couple adult beverages at Martuni's.<br /><br />It's been a pretty good summer, all around. I kept in touch with some great friends, made a few more great friends, and had an okay, if not spectacular job experience. The end of August brought winds and fog to San Francisco, making those 80-degree days I enjoyed last weekend in Los Angeles all that more appealing. With sources reporting word of unrest in the LGBT...XYZ community at UCLAw (now called OUTlaw, thank you) I can't return fast enough, if only to bring joy and laughter to the 1Ls who will quickly feel the dread and remorse that all first-year law students should feel early in their first semester. The hairy-armpitted lesbians will hold down the impressionable baby law fags no longer, once I have returned to Westwood.<br /><br />I've been describing the choice between San Francisco and Los Angeles as having to choose between chocolate and vanilla ice cream, or, for those Ben and Jerry fiends, the choice between Phish Food and One Sweet Whirled. It's difficult because each is so good in its own way, and at different times a person might be more inclined to choose one or the other...but never to swear off one or the other, either. San Francisco is a place that's easy to fall in love with in a weekend, a day, even an hour. Los Angeles is a place that requires a person to take time and careful consideration to find a niche, and therefore takes longer to love.<br /><br />I'll be spending the next week in the Midwest, further cementing my position as that crazy liberal to my school-marmish gay friends in Minneapolis and as that weird Californian to my family in Wisconsin. I'm not sure either set will get my stories of living with an older gay man in the Castro who shamelessly offered to cruise <a href="http://www.silverdaddies.com/">Silverdaddies.com</a> to find me a date in Madison, but we shall see.Ryan Dunnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18048908498378089621noreply@blogger.com