It is 7 a.m., 53° and headed to 64°. Details for the next ten days are here.
So, here is our first video of the World Cup games from La Balompie and Napper Tandy.
But first, settle into poetry. Yes, as you probably all read in the NYT yesterday, Charles Wright is the country’s new Poet Laureate. He says that it wasn’t until his fifth collection and a poem, Homage to Paul Cézanne, that he found the kind of poem he wanted to write.
That poem, inspired by discarded paper glimpsed in a field one night, depicts a landscape layered with mystical images that language can’t quite capture:
At night, in the fish-light of the moon, the dead wear our white shirts
To stay warm, and litter the fields.
We pick them up in the mornings, dewy pieces of paper and scraps of cloth.
Like us, they refract themselves. Like us,
They keep on saying the same thing, trying to get it right.
Read the full NYT piece, there are some lines and poems that make it very worth a read.
Well, maybe Wright could find the poetry in Muni, but it would be on the buses and at the negotiating table where SF Gate reports that talks have broken down.
And, there is housing hope. Tenants at one 14-unit building are turning it into a co-op, reports CBS local.
Enjoy the weekend!