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On Aug. 5 I'll be in conversation with journalist s.e. smith (@sesmith.lol) about their new book on how we grieve (or don't) in the modern age. Come see us!
Comments from Iranian and Pakistani Phoebe Bridgers bringing me to tears
Woody LaBounty's newsletter this week includes an amazing sketch of early San Francisco, featuring the Sailor's Burying Ground, which I detail in my book. Amazing to see this. Sketch by Augustus Harrison, master of the brig "Belfast."
This is an OCR error but I can't stop laughing about it. Tubercular. Tubergular. Tuburglar? Hamburglar?
Forever torn between longing for a Victorian convalescence/rest cure, and knowing they were mainly prescribed by male doctors to women diagnosed with "hysteria," a made-up misogynist disease.
When I was learning to talk, I couldn't say "cereal" so apparently I called it "ceres." Or I was just skipping straight to the goddess. Who can say?
So I was recently looking up info on the indigenous people's name for Islais creek, and it turns out they called it "slay" or "islay," which comes from their word for the holly-leaf cherries that grew along it. This seems to solve the riddle of how to pronounce the name. Is-lay or I-slay.
Today is the anniversary of the Jonestown massacre in 1978. I recently visited the memorial site in Oakland, where 400 of the victims are buried and all of them are remembered.
By the mid-19th Century it was illegal to advertise abortion services directly and "astrologer" was one of the code words that abortionists would use. I can't tell if the newspaper knew this (you'd think so). SF, 1871.
You could hardly find a more on-brand October event: Me, Amy Shea and @morbidloren.bsky.social at the SF Columbarium on Oct. 16. Registration link below! www.eventbrite.com/e/a-book-tou...
Ads for abortion doctors in the Oakland Tribune, 1905.
Update: I finally got through and got my problem solved.
I came across my .sig file from sometime in 2001, and I'm back to being more like this person than I've been in a long time.
How about a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke? I just finished an essay and used a line from this piece for the title.
1894, San Francisco, the rantings of San Francisco City Physician J. W. Keeney:
I've been researching the town of Bethany (Al-Eizariya) in Palestine, for which I'm named. I looked at Google Street View images of the area between Jerusalem and Al-Eizariya and discovered this large border wall with spray-painted messages on it. Just look at it.
I can imagine Jesus pinching the bridge of his nose in this part of the story.
Is the mom autistic? If not, I don't want to hear her story.
Seen today at Diamond & Chenery, a melon ready to be salted and eaten. On a city trash bin.
imagine visiting a quarantine facility for people with smallpox, syphilis and Hansen's disease (leprosy) and one of your chief complaints is that the walls aren't light green.
Just got off a call with these two amazing writers and this event is going to be SO FUN, y'all. Please come. @sezindevikoehler.bsky.social