“Yo dude, ’s it hangin ?” otherwise known as the good old traditional "Hello" is the common greeting line in San Francisco. A very diverse multicultural cosmopolitan city that for some strange reason is overrun by all sorts of immigrants above all Asians of all sorts. Apparently, the city had a huge demand for Laundromats! Funny, when you hand in a coat or dozen T-Shirts, they’ll take out the most sophiscated graphical computer to solve a 4th degree differential equation to calculate your change. Ah, stay the stereotypes!
If you’re new, you should know it’s not called "San Francisco". It’s called “The City”, as if everyone outside lives in a desert. You’ll have conversations with people where they’ll ask you “Oh, so you live in the city ?”. At times I have mentioned that I have rented a tent for now. It’s worth the look!
On my way to work every morning, it’s interesting to note that almost everyone carries IBM Think-Pads. Usually they’re always reading the geekiest most nerdish books ever; I don’t know. Something like “Sexy code: an introduction to the most erotic software architecture ever!” What’s funny about these books is that the author in the preface makes an attempt to thank his wife, children, car, brother-in-law, ex-girlfriend, toothbrush, Channel 2 and Kofi Anan as if to say “No really, I have a life too!”
I also would not recommend moving in if you’re a prejudiced Scrabble champion or a hardcore spelling bee fanatic. Generally, Californians have a very relaxed laidback attitude when it comes to language. So for your sake, stay away from words like Oscilloscope, Chiropractor, etc ‘cause you’re going to be offended! They usually come up to you with a “Yo dude, ‘s crackin man ?” Take on a British accent and reply “How do you do sir ? I was just about to have my afternoon tea.” It will freak them out!
I should also mention that there’s a very good transportation system in place that can pretty much can get you to any gay, lesbian, transsexual, transvestite or whatever-floats-your-boat kind of club. I picked up a magazine once on the train to track down summer events and all it had was these exotic underground clubs. It’s a city of open-minded alternative seekers especially when it comes to sexuality. Whether you’re gay, lesbian, bi, tri or married to a fucking squirrel, they’ve got what you want.
I remember once at the train station I saw two gay dudes. One was very skinny with funky green TRex looking hair, tight pants and legs thin as straws. The other was this real large black dude with a huge afro, whom I think was the wife! They both were talking to this other C-Cup and kept touching her hair and fiddling with her breasts. I was pissed. That was outright discrimination right there. You know what would have happened if I had done that ? a sexual harassment lawsuit…or far worse; a serious relationship.
If you’re new, you should know it’s not called "San Francisco". It’s called “The City”, as if everyone outside lives in a desert. You’ll have conversations with people where they’ll ask you “Oh, so you live in the city ?”. At times I have mentioned that I have rented a tent for now. It’s worth the look!
On my way to work every morning, it’s interesting to note that almost everyone carries IBM Think-Pads. Usually they’re always reading the geekiest most nerdish books ever; I don’t know. Something like “Sexy code: an introduction to the most erotic software architecture ever!” What’s funny about these books is that the author in the preface makes an attempt to thank his wife, children, car, brother-in-law, ex-girlfriend, toothbrush, Channel 2 and Kofi Anan as if to say “No really, I have a life too!”
I also would not recommend moving in if you’re a prejudiced Scrabble champion or a hardcore spelling bee fanatic. Generally, Californians have a very relaxed laidback attitude when it comes to language. So for your sake, stay away from words like Oscilloscope, Chiropractor, etc ‘cause you’re going to be offended! They usually come up to you with a “Yo dude, ‘s crackin man ?” Take on a British accent and reply “How do you do sir ? I was just about to have my afternoon tea.” It will freak them out!
I should also mention that there’s a very good transportation system in place that can pretty much can get you to any gay, lesbian, transsexual, transvestite or whatever-floats-your-boat kind of club. I picked up a magazine once on the train to track down summer events and all it had was these exotic underground clubs. It’s a city of open-minded alternative seekers especially when it comes to sexuality. Whether you’re gay, lesbian, bi, tri or married to a fucking squirrel, they’ve got what you want.
I remember once at the train station I saw two gay dudes. One was very skinny with funky green TRex looking hair, tight pants and legs thin as straws. The other was this real large black dude with a huge afro, whom I think was the wife! They both were talking to this other C-Cup and kept touching her hair and fiddling with her breasts. I was pissed. That was outright discrimination right there. You know what would have happened if I had done that ? a sexual harassment lawsuit…or far worse; a serious relationship.
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