<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 22:06:31 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Single in San Francisco</title><description>Excerpts from the diary entries of a San Francisco single</description><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-3567403022893730736</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 07:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T02:17:12.737-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Facebook</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>Reader, I Married Her</title><atom:summary type='text'>Ever since I joined Facebook, I've been looking forward to the day I change my relationship status. The trouble is, I've never had a legitimate reason to. So, like a ship that had ran aground, my status remained lodged in the same spot, in perpetual singlehood.I'm not particularly unhappy about being single, mind you. I just happen to like that little candy-colored heart that precedes each </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2009/08/reader-i-married-her.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/Sp-E7XgIiyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/FDo1HNpuFu0/s72-c/20090903maried6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-7104558687072039366</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 06:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-30T21:43:01.791-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>San Francisco</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>Meet Me Before Recondita Armonia</title><atom:summary type='text'>At full capacity, San Francisco's AT&amp;T Ballpark by the waterfront can accommodate 41,503 guests. On Friday June 5, although there was no game scheduled, a surging crowd rolled through its gates, filling over half the seats.That was the night Puccini's heroine Tosca and her lover Cavaradossi were supposed to meet their unhappy ends (he in a hail of bullets from a firing squad, she by leaping to </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-me-before-recondita-armonia.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SkiZ81O9p-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/uxsL5vXuhkw/s72-c/20090605opera4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-2445556795199001241</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 07:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-12T00:45:50.945-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Frankie Norstad</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>adventures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>mishaps</category><title>Kismet in Exit Row</title><atom:summary type='text'>At 3:30 PM on Tuesday, I discovered Fate had decided to thwart me off my course.I was flying home from an out-of-town reporting assignment. The first leg of my journey was smooth sailing (so to speak), but the second was in jeopardy. There was a 1.5 hours delay, which would make me miss my connecting flight for the home stretch. In a calm, indifferent demeanor I found highly insulting, the </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/kismet-in-exit-row.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SjICP349kHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/NzkrWSzEbK8/s72-c/20090611Kismet3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-7761825545876081606</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-05T23:02:01.427-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>The Strange and Wonderful World of Sarah H</title><atom:summary type='text'>A week ago, FedEx delivered a tube with a roll of paper inside. Once unfurled, the taut, stiff sheet measuring roughly 30 x 48 inch revealed a labyrinth, constructed in ink with crisscrossing patterns and looping motifs. It was a work of extraordinary skill and precision, a secret garden that gave a glimpse of the artist's imagination.It belonged to Sarah H, a stranger I once met on a delayed </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange-and-wonderful-world-of-sarah-h.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/Sdh97ZoA3pI/AAAAAAAAAbI/KiNnkmZqQl8/s72-c/20090403Strangeandwonderful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-598454030384468368</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-17T00:43:01.627-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>San Francisco</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hollis Hawthorn</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>inspiration</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>To Holli Hawthorn, With Love</title><atom:summary type='text'>This is the story about a girl and her special friends.The girl is Hollis Hawthorn, a West Coast dancer with a radiant smile and a burst of golden hair. In February, she was straddling a motorcycle, cruising down the Kollidam Bridge in Chidambaram, a major pilgrimage site for the worshipers of Shiva. According to The Hindu, a local newspaper, when a bus swerved to overtake a lorry, Hollis found </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-holli-hawthorn-with-love.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/Sb4XDL6niqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/W0DyCKwHTgY/s72-c/20090315Hollishawthorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-1510543172912925506</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-08T21:17:55.830-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>San Francisco</category><title>If You're Going to San Francisco</title><atom:summary type='text'>My sweetheart is a hippie girl and a high-tech geek. She's an earthquake survivor, a flower child, a dot-com pioneer, and a muse for a generation of beatniks.  She bikes to work, buys organic, and organizes rallies to legalize same-sex marriage. She has a wild streak too. If you stumble into one of the local strip clubs, she'll give you an unforgettable lap dance that leaves you breathless (and </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-youre-going-to-san-francisco.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SbST_0flr_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/6-A34IHrd9s/s72-c/IMG_0811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-1500269934816319342</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 18:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T10:03:55.682-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>blind dates</category><title>My Quirky Valentine</title><atom:summary type='text'>On Valentine's Day, about 15 minutes into the speed-dating party she'd paid $35 to attend, my friend Nika decided she'd had enough. So she bolted.She took a train across the Bay, rode a subway across town, and walked four blocks uphill to a little bookstore. There, she met me and a group of people who identify themselves as Quirkyalones. By the time she left, she was clutching a tulip someone had</atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-quirky-valentine.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SZlqDVbkavI/AAAAAAAAAYk/btwMSWmZ6Vo/s72-c/20090216MyQuirkyV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-5334869922434335860</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-17T00:44:01.719-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Tango</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>adventures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Edwardian Ball</category><title>The Lost Tango</title><atom:summary type='text'>I was in a dark ballroom overrun by ghostly figures. The draperies and the walls glowed with a garish yellow, as if illuminated by gas lamps caked with dust. Pale-faced men in derby hats and red-lipped women in tight corsets moved in unison, prompted by the sultry cabaret act before us. Once in a while, a whiff of Absinthe tantalized us. We were lost souls, floating in wine and perfume, swimming </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-tango.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SX8I9IEOVkI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Sf40ZnQFiLA/s72-c/20090127A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-7727437470833777023</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 07:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-17T00:44:43.442-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Only Connect</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>adventures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>I Hear Punctuality is Overrated Anyway</title><atom:summary type='text'>(Despite a number of unforeseen obstacles, my meeting with Lara, a local blogger, did take place on the Saturday before Christmas. Afterwards, I invited Lara to write a post about our meeting. She obliged. Here's an account of our afternoon in Lara's words.)Quite some time ago--circa Thanksgiving maybe? My memory is terrible--I got a Facebook message from Kenneth asking if I'd be up for meeting </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hear-punctuality-is-overrated-anyway.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SWG7sQjMczI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YKy07x7d4lw/s72-c/20090104Punctuality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-4949656920582363367</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 13:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-17T00:45:04.504-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>adventures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>Only Connect</title><atom:summary type='text'>In less than 12 hours from now, I'm supposed to meet a local blogger in person.At about one o'clock this afternoon, I'll be at Coupa Cafe, a few blocks away from Stanford University campus, sipping a frothy cup of Latte. I might be too distracted to fully appreciate the handpicked, sun-dried Arabica beans from Venezuela the cafe is known for. I'll be anxiously scanning the horizon for a familiar </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-connect.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SUzyRYTeoCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WmZ0t_pLeu8/s72-c/20081220OnlyConnect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-7765697524844400688</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 19:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-30T23:58:21.921-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>blind dates</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>Rescue Me</title><atom:summary type='text'>On Tuesday, my friend Nika knocked on my Yahoo IM window, so we opened a chat session."I'm going on a blind date tomorrow," she said, "but I'm having second thoughts about the guy. Would you make me a rescue call?""Sure," I said. "What time?""About 4:15 PM," she said.Despite having gone on more than my fair share of blind dates, I've never had to resort to a rescue call, but I'm thoroughly </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/11/rescue-me.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SS8NewkLeWI/AAAAAAAAAWw/VmFBR-j7P7U/s72-c/20081127rescue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-6263609131653524380</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 11:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-30T23:59:06.375-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dating</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>Decoding Sex Appeal</title><atom:summary type='text'>My friend Sasha, the author of To-Do List (Fireside, November 2007), routinely solicits and publishes curious lists from strangers on her blog. Last week, she decided to feature the words of wisdom from a group of college juniors who put together a brief guide called "How to be sexy: for men." It ran:Accessorize ... once in a while, wear hats, watches, etc.Ask girls out!Be a gentleman. Open doors</atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/11/decoding-sex-appeal.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SSQEdrtZXBI/AAAAAAAAARo/LIZJ6BxarLI/s72-c/20081118Sexy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-9094994350486180184</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 06:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T00:00:02.642-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dating</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>adventures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>A Song for Bunny</title><atom:summary type='text'>Less than 24 hours ago, I was 2,100 miles away from home, dangling on an apple tree (not by accident but by choice) in an orchard outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin. My friend Bunny (a nickname selected with her blessings) and I arrived in style. We came by rail, sitting on straw bales, in what the East Troy Electric Railroad Museum volunteers good-humoredly referred to as "the hobo car" (at $12 a head</atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-for-bunny.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SPVCGljLS0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/M_k2ZZL6x7g/s72-c/20081013Bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-4570111775790117073</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 04:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T00:01:02.991-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>blind dates</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>adventures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>The Search for Intelligent Life</title><atom:summary type='text'>The quiz master, a young Irish man, had a cavalier air that made him the envy of many men in the room. We were fighting off our predate jitter, hoping we wouldn't come across as a bunch of ill-informed idiots to the attractive women we were trying to impress."OK, folks listen up," said the quiz master. "The first round is going to be general knowledge, then followed by the Olympics, Madonna ..."</atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/08/search-for-intelligent-life.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SLhIQKUo-yI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Bd8NEUKSp_0/s72-c/elephant+and+castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-6558448265770344487</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 17:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T00:01:45.642-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>blind dates</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>adventures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>Once More Unto the Breach</title><atom:summary type='text'>"Have you done this before?" asked Lara, the tall, dimpled hostess running the DateSwitch party."I've gone to a few events, but not the ones organized by this company," I replied."Well, they all kinda work the same way anyway," she said.She seemed relieved that I wasn't a virgin (a speed dating virgin, that is), perhaps because she wouldn't have to explain the protocols to me.I was glad to find </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/07/once-more-unto-breach.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SI1tHZ_RfTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/paFg9_FCKCA/s72-c/20080726BandPlayedOn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-4201273247805019258</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 01:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T00:02:17.347-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>mishaps</category><title>Claudine's Game</title><atom:summary type='text'>Late one night last week, while perusing the list of scrabble challenges available on Facebook, I came across one issued by Claudine. She was a fresh face university student with a sprightly smile, crowned with velvety brown hair. So I quickly snatched her game up before anyone else did.I opened the game with zone (26 points). She countered it with coquet (30 points), a flirtatious verb. My next </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/06/claudines-game.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SEN9e2d3cKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-YJSOs5zSno/s72-c/scrabble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-8635407726355678493</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T00:02:47.928-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>activism</category><title>Full Fathom Five</title><atom:summary type='text'>(Image of the Irrawaddy River from Manas Dichow's S. E. Asia photo set on Flickr.)On May 2, while you and I were sound asleep in our warm beds, a monster ripped through the land I once called home.Like a mythical serpent awakened from its long slumber,  it whipped itself into a frenzy. Along the Tamil Nadu and the Andhra Pradesh coastline, the Indian ocean writhed and spewed frothy waves. Then, </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/05/full-fathom-five.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/SDJ31PeiPNI/AAAAAAAAALg/j3N5PSrgplc/s72-c/irrawaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-3569358118998244542</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 07:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T00:03:34.693-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>San Francisco</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dating</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>Play Date</title><atom:summary type='text'>(Image: "Candy Ass" by Robert Deyber from the artist's Web site.)The rules of my pseudo-date with Sassy are as follows: (1) we're going to dress up; (2) we're both enjoying our blossoming friendship, so we're not going to force unwarranted romance upon it; (3) but if she starts quoting Shakespeare, especially Romeo and Juliet, I can't be held accountable for my subsequent behavior; and (4) if I </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/04/play-date.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/R_qgJrB2YII/AAAAAAAAALY/4dFX9MoT2aY/s72-c/candyass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-945706755307016258</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T00:04:01.376-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>San Francisco</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>activism</category><title>Politics Can Break Your Heart</title><atom:summary type='text'>On Thursday, as I sat in my bed, 7,400 miles away, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, hundreds of tanks and thousands of soldiers were pouring into Tibet's capital Lhasa, with orders from the Chinese Government to quell the protests using lethal force. Merely three miles from my apartment, somewhere inside City Hall, the Mayor and his aids were plotting out the parade route for the Beijing </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/03/politics-can-break-your-heart.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/R-bLR7B2YFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/doyQzl66P34/s72-c/dalailama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-6056854108969240616</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 10:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T00:04:37.221-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>San Francisco</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dating</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>The Way of the Pillow Warrior</title><atom:summary type='text'>A few weeks ago, Beth, a London blogger, issued me a challenge. From beyond the River Thames, she tossed a meme scuttling across the Atlantic. "Post seven things you approve of," she directed.When a tall English girl with a dimpled smile commands, I'm inclined to comply. The trouble is, I don't fully understand the mission. So I decided to follow the meme back to its origin.Backpedaling along the</atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/02/way-of-pillow-warrior.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/R7tD4g6IIjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KVvPW-eHhnw/s72-c/pillow_warrior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>25</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-2029412924369380818</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 22:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-17T00:46:17.436-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dating</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>adventures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>More Than Words</title><atom:summary type='text'>She said I initiated the poke fest. As I recall, she reached out to me first. Strangely, neither of us remember poking the other one first. So we decided to blame Facebook.I proposed the ludicrous theory that, somewhere in Facebook's source code, there's a rogue application that's been randomly matchmaking people. It might have begun as a computer glitch, an algorithmic anomaly. But left </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-than-words.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/R5lk2t-K7DI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pS1Vw45XOyM/s72-c/more_than_words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-7632185558879673716</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 08:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T00:05:41.577-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>San Francisco</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dating</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>adventures</category><title>Not Necessarily in That Order</title><atom:summary type='text'>Ten days into the new year and I had yet to come up with my list of resolutions. The sensible thing to do would have been to sit myself down in a quiet cafe, consider my own aptitudes and talents, and dash off ten or twelve items I was reasonable certain I could do, like lose ten pounds or learn to speak French.But I had other plans. I was going to ask a roomful of strangers to come up with a </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-necessarily-in-that-order.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/R4eNW0-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hgUsMRXuNhU/s72-c/not_necessarily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-8324096575502279545</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 09:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T00:06:21.769-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Speed Dating</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>San Francisco</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>adventures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>Epilogue 2007; Prologue 2008</title><atom:summary type='text'>What was arguably my most regrettable moment in 2007 took place 30 minutes before the midnight countdown at a neighbor's karaoke party.Somewhere in the background, ABC's live coverage of the Time Square ball drop was on TV. Propped up on high seats overlooking the blinking Broadway marquees, Ryan Seacrest and Carrie Underwood provided running commentary. Wearing a frozen grin, Dick Clark </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2008/01/epilogue-2007-prologue-2008.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/R3xWgE-eGII/AAAAAAAAAKI/y48Ni93-SKM/s72-c/epilogue2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-2634763553461038426</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 10:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T00:06:54.820-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>San Francisco</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>adventures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>Ode to the Bodhisattva</title><atom:summary type='text'>Her name is Natalie. She's a Manhattan songbird, a regular fixture at the 42nd Street subway and the cafes in the Village. She serenades the Big Apple with her soulful ballads. This December, she took a poll on MySpace.She asked, "Do you want me to come to San Francisco?"Apparently, she got enough votes to convince her to make the trip. So she packed her bag, slung her guitar over her shoulder, </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2007/12/ode-to-bodhisattva.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/R3YbFURwyiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pjVAiyaymPI/s72-c/odetobodhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650556300209624776.post-1025147765071031883</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 18:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T00:07:57.808-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>San Francisco</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dating</category><title>One Fine Day, You Look at Me</title><atom:summary type='text'>"I can see this isn't going to work," she said.She was talking to her dog, a little white terrier with patches of brown, tied to an umbrella pole outside Starbucks."Sit still, Louisa," she instructed the puzzled creature. "I'm gonna be in there for just a minute."Louisa pretended to obey, but the moment her owner walked through the door, she dashed after her, sprinting past the newspaper rack in </atom:summary><link>http://sfsinglelife.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-fine-day.html</link><author>kennethwongsf@gmail.com (KennethSF)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DE6EZ2IZ2ko/R2bp7ERwyhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lDrS1pthRxw/s72-c/one_fine_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item></channel></rss>