San Francisco just held its annual wild costumed (or naked) race yesterday. Reminded of this story:
I can’t stand fighting or videos thereof. Hitting someone means you’re willing to kill someone. Surely only happens <0.1% of the time. But should be reserved for safety issues (self defense), not genitalia measuring.
Yesterday! That’s right, two decades ago my wife and I were visiting SF at this time of year, right around the Bay To Breakers.
To this day I cannot fully wrap my head around the concept that a city would host such a peculiar event with mass public nudity, and I applaud it, a non-prudish attitude towards one’s own body is a healthy attitude, at minimum it’s a step in the right direction.
But instead of going to see the Bay To Breakers, we opted for something… shall we say… a little more refined, more spiritual? We attended Sunday morning service at an African Orthodox church.
There I was, an atheist, dragging my wife to Sunday mass, so what gives? This was something special, The Church Of Saint John Coltrane. Three hour service, two and a half of 'em live jazz, with around 10 or 12 musicians.
Afterwards, we congratulated the bishop for the extraordinary experience, and at his recommendation, my wife and I had lunch at a soul food restaurant nearby.
That was a special, special Sunday, I do not regret missing out on the Bay To Breakers that day.
Ok, I’ve heard about those that get punched once and cry, but this is a whole other, video game level shit.
It’s more common than you’d think.
https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-38992393
It happens if you get hit in the head. The skull isn’t actually all that good at protecting the brain after all.
San Francisco just held its annual wild costumed (or naked) race yesterday. Reminded of this story:
I can’t stand fighting or videos thereof. Hitting someone means you’re willing to kill someone. Surely only happens <0.1% of the time. But should be reserved for safety issues (self defense), not genitalia measuring.
Yesterday! That’s right, two decades ago my wife and I were visiting SF at this time of year, right around the Bay To Breakers.
To this day I cannot fully wrap my head around the concept that a city would host such a peculiar event with mass public nudity, and I applaud it, a non-prudish attitude towards one’s own body is a healthy attitude, at minimum it’s a step in the right direction.
But instead of going to see the Bay To Breakers, we opted for something… shall we say… a little more refined, more spiritual? We attended Sunday morning service at an African Orthodox church.
There I was, an atheist, dragging my wife to Sunday mass, so what gives? This was something special, The Church Of Saint John Coltrane. Three hour service, two and a half of 'em live jazz, with around 10 or 12 musicians.
Afterwards, we congratulated the bishop for the extraordinary experience, and at his recommendation, my wife and I had lunch at a soul food restaurant nearby.
That was a special, special Sunday, I do not regret missing out on the Bay To Breakers that day.
Incredible! How special. Thanks for sharing.
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