My Personal Blog

Ole’ Bart

Just now I had to make the tough choice: edit yesterday’s article; bring about new content. Lattered that shit. So here I sit, morning time, 10:50 according to my computer, which is two hours fast, in the ballroom of the Green Tortoise

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Milking Tortoises

Lan Ping still has the vacuum running, and I am set to take over the early morning cleaning shift following next Sunday. 2.5 hours it is, but in total I will work 9.5 hours that day. When I first arrived in SF,

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Good Morning ii

I am sitting in the ballroom of the Green Tortoise Hostel, and contrary to my usual timing, it is 18:45 (recently I have been writing in the mornings, I feel). James Brown is playing over the speakers, and about 15 people are

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In Motion

Yesterday was Australia day, or Invasion day depending on how you look at it. A large group of people showed up to Score Bar, the bar below the hostel, as there was an event hosted by my friend, and technically an employer

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Good Morning!

It is nearly the end of January, and what a rollercoaster of a month it has been for me. It began with me in Oakland, which had been perpetual for the previous 2 months. I now reside within the 49 square miles

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My First Coyote

I went on a walk this morning, and the photos can be found here, unless of course it was Instagram which brought you here (then I suppose you already knew that). I met an interesting lady, and this was only seconds after

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Blurb #6

I write to you from Jack Early Park. Another beautiful step garden buried within complex San Francisco. The steps lead to a lookout, from which you can view both the Golden Gate, and the Bay Bridge. The latter of which is a

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Blurb #5

Breakfast is in full swing at the Green Tortoise Hostel in San Francisco this morning! I entered the ballroom prior to my shower this morning in search of free soap, and was greeted by a lady I am growing quite fond of:

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Strehlow; ThyWanderer; Shxde

I write to you from the Green Tortoise Hostel in San Francisco, in the ballroom I sit, eating scones that I saved from last night. Free bakery flows through the hostel; the bread of life. Pondering my own future recently, I have

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