It has been a little while since we posted something on here. One of the challenges of writing a blog is coming up with high quality material on the reg. One way around this is to just make a habit of posting a bunch of nonsensical drivel about pigeons eating pizza or stupid street art like some neighborhood blogs (*cough* Mission Mission *cough*). However, we like to keep our work meaningful. Sometimes we even produce meaningful pieces for other sites, because we like to spread the love like that. And just because it’s on another site doesn’t mean it can’t be shared with our loving growing community.
A little while back I wrote a piece for an art project called i live here: SF. The concept is pretty fantastic: Julie Michelle is a photographer who wants to chronicle the stories of people living in this city from their perspective. People write their story, Julie takes some awesome photos and everybody wins. So without further ado, here is the piece that I wrote.
Like everyone else, I was destined to end up in San Francisco. Sure, the same is true for all people in all places at all times – that’s just the nature of reality. But only the people of San Francisco are readily aware of this particular grace, and, what’s more, are willing to lengthily explain to you how it was pre-ordained in their astrological birth chart.
I guess you could say it was in the stars for me; while my college professors (and mother) implored me to consider a more traditional graduate program in philosophy or religion, I never once considered applying to anything besides the Philosophy, Cosmology and Consciousness program at the California Institute of Integral Studies. The plan: pit stop in San Francisco for a couple of years to grab a masters degree and then off to some fancy institution to study neuroscience, solve the mind/body problem (hint: the problem is the solution), and collect my Nobel prize. However, my new school quickly altered my perspective, not just on my life’s path, but on my new city as well. Continue Reading.