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Minutes-San Francisco (On Marvelous Things Heard-edition)

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  On 6th Street and Market, the google sedan with the mounted camera passed by. A shirtless man—probably homeless—gave the car the finger and yelled “fuck you car!” Another homeless man down the street heard the commotion and joined in yelling at the car “Fuck you CIA.” At the coffee stall two guys stood around when one announced his theory: “So you know why there are so many libertines in San Francisco…” The other, mockingly responded, “libertines?” “Yeah, it’s what we’re famous for. It’s why conservatives hate us.” “I think … Read more

Minutes (San Francisco)

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• On the bus, two women sat across from each other and discussed cats. One asked the other if she had ever encountered a cat named “Pumpkin, over on 10th Street.” The other replied that she hadn’t. The first continued, “Yeah, sometimes he just jumps out of the window onto the street, just to say ‘hello.’ He doesn’t jump on me in a bad way; he does it in a good way. Like peaches fall off the tree at the end of the summer. You know. He’s a big fat … Read more

Minutes-San Francisco (On Marvelous Things Heard-edition)

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  At the bus stop two kids—probably brothers—wait on their way to summercamp. One is pointing out all the buildings within sight that have turrets or are otherwise over 2 stories with odd protrusions, saying, “that one too; and that one; and this one over here; and yeah that one too…” The other kid responds incredulously, “all of those houses are haunted?” “Yes, and we’re very fortunate to live in a neighborhood where we know which houses are haunted. That’s why I think I’m going to stay here when I … Read more

Minutes (San Francisco)

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    At the halfway house at the top of the hill, one recovering who smoked turned to another recovering who smoked, gestured to a third recovering who smoked by himself on the bench in a prostate position with both his hands and arms converging and draped over the crease of his crotch with the cigarette hanging in his mouth and said, “doesn’t he make so much more sense as a tranny?” A gentleman held the door open to an office building for a co-worker who happened to arrive at … Read more

Minutes (San Francisco)

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  At the halfway house at the top of the hill, the residents were holding an impromptu trial in the courtyard. The long bench was filled with chain-smokers, and a tall fence separated the whole scene from the street. As one of the “attorneys” was making his case to the jury, the opposing counsel rubbed his index fingers together and prolonged the word “Shame.” The attorney speaking turned to the bench, and said “let the record show that Dwayne made ‘shame sticks’.”

Minutes (San Francisco)

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  On the street, one man saw another man who looked similar. Similar height, similar built, similar features. So the first man followed the second. He went out of his way by several blocks to get a sense of how people view him when he walks. The second man knew he was being followed after two blocks, because he was paranoid and had just come off of 6th Street. He thinks most people are following him, and on the street he is usually technically correct, but this time he actually … Read more

Minutes (San Francisco)

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  • At the halfway house at the top of the hill, two men argued about the mindset of topography. One was sick of the other calling the area at the bottom of Hayes Street, the “Hayes Valley.” He screamed that it’s at the bottom of the hill, it’s not a valley. He pointed out that not every time you go down a hill do you descend into a valley. He finished with the fact that you never go back up a hill on the other side, so it doesn’t … Read more

Minutes (San Francisco)

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  Last night appears to have been bulk trash night, and the neighbors complied. Someone went around with a can of spraypaint and graffitied all of the garbage. He made art out of old mattresses, and gallerists of garbagemen in orange. Outside the halfway house at the top of the hill, that looks like it belongs in New Orleans but has a name from New England, a fight is brewing where the residents congregate to smoke at all times of the day. Two men are too-close face-wise, and a group … Read more

Minutes (San Francisco)

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    A small man with a small dog and a large sweater-a fleece really-stands as number one in line at the coffee stall, telling all the kids affectionately about his employees in Hong Kong. A large homeless man sits along the wall of the strip club “Touch the Magic” and watches people as they go into the “T & A Café” next door. With his large sloping back along the bent crumbling wall, it is not entirely clear who is holding up who. His shirt is pulled up onto … Read more

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  Three men stand about the coffee stall reciting pi to the fifth decimal as if it were the Greek alphabet. They all agree on 1415, but each has a unique subsequent number, and they each have a ten percent chance of being right. One has predator eyes, and looks up from his cappuccino every time someone joins the line. His eyes tag them for a moment, and he interrupts the conversation on pi to offer a new fact about the pharmaceutical industry. Santa Claus on the street is accused … Read more