St. Paul Hotel
I dug up the last of my pictures from November's trip to San Francisco and posted them last night. The St. Paul Hotel in North Beach may not be the most glamorous place in the world, and you don't get your own bathroom, but the location can't be beat, you've got a view that makes you want to pretend you're a Beat poet, and you also can't beat $63 a night!
People in office elevators always like to chat about the weather, but what was interesting yesterday was the disparity of opinions I heard. The first person said to me, "this is going to be a terrible weekend... rain... cold... miserable." On the next elevator ride I was told, "I hear this weekend's going to be nice. Cold, but nice."
Intrigued by this incongruity, I brought up the subject myself with the next person I rode with. Her answer was, "I'm not sure," and then added, her eyes growing wide, "but I hear there are going to be BIG WINDS this afternoon."
So far it appears that the big winds and cold-but-nice predictions have held.
People in office elevators always like to chat about the weather, but what was interesting yesterday was the disparity of opinions I heard. The first person said to me, "this is going to be a terrible weekend... rain... cold... miserable." On the next elevator ride I was told, "I hear this weekend's going to be nice. Cold, but nice."
Intrigued by this incongruity, I brought up the subject myself with the next person I rode with. Her answer was, "I'm not sure," and then added, her eyes growing wide, "but I hear there are going to be BIG WINDS this afternoon."
So far it appears that the big winds and cold-but-nice predictions have held.
1 Comments:
there a great film called 2 Seconds
in that a messenger predicts the small talk in an elevator to be about traffic
not just the topic
but the direction of the topic
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