Diamond Heights in San Francisco somewhere on a stairway is this snake enjoying the sun… or just waiting for us. I don’t know. I have no idea if this snake is dangerous or not. I just thought let’s take a picture as close as possible. I’ve never seen a snake outside a zoo or animal store. Oh not true. I had this neighbor in Munich who actually walked his snake in our neighborhood. It was a boa. 2 or 3 meters long. He fed it with small rabbits. Wondering if his boa is still alive. And also wondering if it’s allowed to have a boa at home. 20 years ago nobody cared.
I have no garden and no balcony but I have a lot of windows with windowsills. Wide enough to put plants on.
Last year I bought so many beautiful flowers but the joy did not last; they died within 3 days. Too much wind and sun and apparently the wrong flowers for this kind of condition.
This time I read carefully every single plant characteristics.
Hopefully they survive. I’m confident. But I must admit I already made a cactus die.
I don’t see that many school buses. But when I saw this one this morning I had to take a picture.
No sleeping kids inside? I had to check it. Yes, bus is actually empty.
Wondering how many times that happened before they came up with this funny solution.
Taking the bus in San Francisco is easy. There is a bus stop at every intersection. All you need is 1.50$ and time.
Sometimes you can spend 20 minutes waiting at a bus stop. You check the http://www.nextbus.com page every minute, you move with the sun to the edge of the sidewalk, you think about hot coffee. You get cold, because there is always somehow an icy wind when you wait at a bus stop.
But when you finally made it onto the bus it’s pure pleasure.
Uphill, downhill and beautiful views of the city.
A few weeks ago I got my piano tuned.
After 8 long years without playing I got so obsessed. I played night and day… until my neighbors knocked on the door. Very nice neighbors.
But anyway, either I stop playing at inappropriate time ranges or I move my piano to the other end of the apartment where it would face a concrete wall and no longer these ridiculous thin plaster walls. I never understood why plaster walls are used to separate two apartments. The bathroom from the laundry room - okay, but not two rooms where intimacy is on the top of the list. I can hear my neighbor cough when I lay in my bed. Not cool.
I moved the piano.
I’m still obsessed and play night and day. BUT most of the time with the celeste pedal. I don’t want to bother my neighbors with practicing. And all I do is practicing. I’m getting better but it will take time.
I don’t know how many slippers I’ve already worn dead. Most of the time they travel with me. I don’t wear them every day but having slippers makes me feel home.
I’ve never been involved in any fundraising before Avon.
AvonWalk for Breast Cancer means raising at least $1800 and walking 39 miles (63km) in two days.
It’s not the 39 miles that scares me. It’s more the fundraising part.
Asking people to donate is not easy.
I made a video and put in on Youtube and seesmic and Twitter and I hoped with that it will take off like a rocket.
But the truth is, this video does not really help. I’m not sure people watch it until the end. Because sometimes I get emails like… “How can I get more information?” “Why are you doing this?” “Where can I donate?”
I thought I made this clear in the video. Perhaps I didn’t.
But I know I am not a producer and my video editing goes as far as iMovie does.
And who is interested in watching a video about cancer and worse giving money for cancer?
I do the AvonWalk because I want people without health insurance to be able to get an early detection. Everybody knows this is the best chance to survive.
If you want to encourage me with words, your comments are welcome, if you want to encourage me with your donation (even 1$ is an encouragement) you can do this on my AvonWalkPage.
If you want to encourage me with a video, you can videoreply on Youtube or seesmic .
In any case I will report from time to time about my success or failure with my different approaches.
Now that I live in the US I feel like I should write in English.
I could continue writing in French but I think the possibility that an American understands French is smaller than a French understands English.
I could also write in German. After all I write down my thoughts and I still think in German… I think… in fact I don’t know. Perhaps I think more often in French, but I know I count in German.
Sometimes thoughts just pour out in one particular language. It’s natural.
For example I can’t talk about my passion picture framing in another language than French. For the simple reason that I learnt everything about it in French.
Over the last few months I was unable to post pictures on my blog and I couldn’t figure out why.
So I just stopped posting.
It’s easy to stop posting when you have all the other tools like Facebook, twitter and Flickr. You keep your friends up to date every hour.
But right now I need more. I MOVED to San Francisco. I have so many things to say. I need to organize again my thoughts. Twitter is a chaos of micro thoughts and Facebook became a birthday reminder and Flickr, honestly, I use Flickr to stock my pictures. I trust them. I have several discs that already died with my whole life on it. (By the way I’m wondering how many discs I need to keep my files and life save) Like I said I had this picture problem on my blog and I lost all the photos I’ve ever posted. So I started filling my Flickr account. I definitely will continue doing it… you never know.
But I need to keep telling my story around a picture. And my blog is the right place for it.
If you want to encourage me with words, your comments are welcome, if you want to encourage me with your donation (even 1$ is an encouragement) you can do this on my 
Over the last few months I was unable to post pictures on my blog and I couldn’t figure out why.
