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2006-04-18
dawn
It's 6:10 a.m. and I'm already at work. (Shock and disbelief from my 10s of readers, I know.)
You see, 100 years ago this morning, my adopted city shook and then burned due to something they still refer to as the Great Quake.
Every year there's a ceremony at Lotta's Fountain on Kearny and Market where survivors of the quake gather and a wreath is placed in memoriam of all those who lost their lives. We humans have an odd habit of attaching special significance to numbers that end in "0" which made today's event extra special with streets baricaded, special speeches and a funny MC who obviously hadn't slept all night and seemed to still be under the influence of her last gin and tonic from late last night/early this morning. Being the heart of technology that we are, the huge screens had closed captioning based on voice recognition technology. Made for some funny reading. (Winston Churchill became "win some church hill") The enunciation of some participants, like the aforementioned MC, left quite a bit to be desired and had the computer putting up lines much like the following:
For thirty years I bang an a gone today. Plzt...Please jam me on well coming may your gave on new some.
And yes, while I'm on the subject, San Francisco does have the hottest mayor in the country. The man is chock full of charisma, and if he doesn't end up as president some day in the future, I'll be very surprised. (and disappointed)
Anyway, the whole point is that the festivities started shortly after 4:30 which is an hour I usually have solid footing in dreamville, but G really wanted to go and convinced me it was worth a 3:30 wake up call. He was so right. I do love that man.
Labels: dose of mikey, g, san francisco
* posted by me at 9:15 AM
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