Monday, July 24, 2006


For all lovers of the misty, fuzzy, crispy clean fog this blog is for you. I write from my home in the Outer Richmond of San Francisco, where the fog can get so thick, you can turn the lights off, light a candle, open a window, and watch it crawl into the room as if looking for company. Music sounds fuzzier in the fog...more brown and green...much more psychedelic. Breathing in is like biting a fresh apple. Biking through it, with mist on face, is a fantastically refreshing experience. And the resultant foghorns chime some of the greatest music in the world, echoing through the neighborhood. Forget the sun, bring on the fog. More to come.


Blogger screamingvikingstudio said...

so true man...

5:14 PM  
Anonymous Tom Shannon said...

Yeah, my living room is foggy a lot too, but there ain't no ocean in Columbus..

9:00 AM  

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