Celebrity - Real Estate Style
Apr. 9th, 2006 11:35 amThere's nothing nicer than sleeping in late on a Sunday morning. I got up around 10 and walked into the dining room to join Bob for breakfast and read the paper. The Chronicle Magazine devoted this issue to San Francisco's #1 topic-of-conversation: real estate. (It may be #2 this week as weather woes from the whiny seem to have encapsulated conversational starters.)
The cover story was on four Real Estate "Rainmakers" - profiles of four "tenacious" (or use your own adjective) women at the top of their game. With the exception of one woman, all were rather predictable from a 1930's Joan Crawford movie: clawing their way to the top and let no man be in their way. Oddly enough, only one of them is married, the rest are single.
But the best story was after that: a story about Real Estate as "pornography" - wrong adjective in my book - about people who are hooked on Real Estate as a fetish. If you can call it that. I'd rather call it a hobby. It's about the new generation of Real Estate blogs, and our own![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
foodpoisoningsf was prominently written about as the editor of Curbed San Francisco. If you haven't visited this blog, it's a must. Phil is a terrific editor and writer - and this isn't even his full time job. I'm mighty proud of him so congratulations, Phil! Read the article here.
Yesterday was the pefect day to go out and do errands. While the skies looked leaded, it never did rain. Spent the morning in Santa Rosa getting things done including shopping for a new floor for my bathroom in the country. I think I'm going to go with a cork floor. It'll look great - now I gotta get an estimate on the price. Had lunch with my friend John at our local sushi joint and then headed home to get chores done and take a nap.
Last nightsqualidbear, sgtchuck and their houseguest Kevin came by for drinks and then we drove over to Mosaic in Forestville for a delicious dinner. Our waiter, who looked like Morrocco Mole, sucked but the food more than made up for it. Note to Morocco: ditch the goatee. You know, some people look great with goatees, others don't. This one looked like he had applied part of an SOS pad on it. Still, it was great to spend time with John whom I adore so much. Chuck and Bob got on like a house-afire.Truly, you couldn't asked for a better evening.
Today I'm off to do chores around the house and then wash my car. I know it's going to rain again but my car is filthy. So even if it only looks nice for 10 minutes, that's all I care about.
The cover story was on four Real Estate "Rainmakers" - profiles of four "tenacious" (or use your own adjective) women at the top of their game. With the exception of one woman, all were rather predictable from a 1930's Joan Crawford movie: clawing their way to the top and let no man be in their way. Oddly enough, only one of them is married, the rest are single.
But the best story was after that: a story about Real Estate as "pornography" - wrong adjective in my book - about people who are hooked on Real Estate as a fetish. If you can call it that. I'd rather call it a hobby. It's about the new generation of Real Estate blogs, and our own
foodpoisoningsf was prominently written about as the editor of Curbed San Francisco. If you haven't visited this blog, it's a must. Phil is a terrific editor and writer - and this isn't even his full time job. I'm mighty proud of him so congratulations, Phil! Read the article here.Yesterday was the pefect day to go out and do errands. While the skies looked leaded, it never did rain. Spent the morning in Santa Rosa getting things done including shopping for a new floor for my bathroom in the country. I think I'm going to go with a cork floor. It'll look great - now I gotta get an estimate on the price. Had lunch with my friend John at our local sushi joint and then headed home to get chores done and take a nap.
Last night
squalidbear, sgtchuck and their houseguest Kevin came by for drinks and then we drove over to Mosaic in Forestville for a delicious dinner. Our waiter, who looked like Morrocco Mole, sucked but the food more than made up for it. Note to Morocco: ditch the goatee. You know, some people look great with goatees, others don't. This one looked like he had applied part of an SOS pad on it. Still, it was great to spend time with John whom I adore so much. Chuck and Bob got on like a house-afire.Truly, you couldn't asked for a better evening.Today I'm off to do chores around the house and then wash my car. I know it's going to rain again but my car is filthy. So even if it only looks nice for 10 minutes, that's all I care about.
