I love that David Bowie song “Modern Love,” but I think it’s time Janebook and her pals produce a remix, incorporating some of the decidedly even more modern stuff seen here, in this excerpt from a post called “The Modern SF Love Story”:
K: We should write the modern love story: a tale full of riveting texts, unbelievable tweets, and dive bars with views of Tecate waterfalls.
J: Long afternoons in Dolores Park, gossiping about people sitting 20 feet away. The buzzing of exterior gates at 2:43am.
K: 1964, the big Royal Ball. Epic battles between track bike riders and people with vintage city bikes.
J: A duel outside of Pop’s in the late summer afternoon heat…
K: … people watching in suspense from the windows of St. Francis.
J: Two lovers separated in a sea of Debaser flannel.
That’s how it ends. Super poetic. But the beginning is great too. Read it all.
Mission Mission –
You are officially a broken record. I’ve heard enough about flannel, track bikes and Dolores park. It is time that I bid you adieu.
Don’t let the door hit you in the raw denim on the way out!
Heil Hipster.
Reading janebook, overhearing some girls talking at bean bag about “sometimes I think that guy has nothing to offer besides a big dick,” etc., just brings me to the realization:
GIRLS ARE BROS
wow, best testimonial ever. not even kidding.
sure you have to carry around the spare battery, but that’s a small inconvenience. you should also try to pick up a rechargeable spotlight that has a back up led. rechargeable nimh batteries in laptops and cell phones are designed to discharge over a period of several days.