Sunday, August 01, 2010
I worked my last day for the U.S. Census Bureau on Thursday, turning in shoulder bag and laminated badge before falling on a sword. After seven longs months laboring for a berserk bureaucracy, the feelings of freedom and relief are overwhelming. Meanwhile, Zhang Huan's huge sculpture in Civic Center, "Three Heads Six Arms Buddha" has been cleaned of graffiti, the ugly fencing around it has disappeared, and the Buddha looks Unbound.
Currently, my apartment building is being painted which necessitates scaffolding wrapped with dark muslin gauze for three weeks, adding considerable gloom to one of San Francisco's already grey, cold and foggy summers. Home has felt rather like the Tomb of Ligeia.
In a successful effort to stave off depression, we drove out of San Francisco's darkness Friday afternoon to the sunny Oakland hills and played golf at the Lake Chabot Municipal Golf Course for the first time. The place is inexpensive and its multiple hills, valleys, forests and views are strikingly beautiful. In addition, the other golfers looked like working class characters from every racial stock imaginable. This may be the coolest municipal golf course in the entire Bay Area.