I spent the day in meetings for LITA Exec Board, and will be back in the grind tomorrow. To TGIF I say: SWOS (Still Working On Saturday). Nevertheless, following a great dinner with the board at Catch 35, I’m enjoying a lovely late evening in a delightfully idiosyncratic room at the Hotel Monaco, swathed in the hotel’s complimentary leopard-print terrycloth robe, my face soft and smooth from a clay facial I gave myself during Law and Order, after which I bathed my skin with a facial cleanser from Burt’s Bees. I’m now curled up on a huge bed, catching up on things via free wi-fi. It’s Good.
I know sometimes people are disconcerted by my various presences on this blog. I haven’t intended Free Range Librarian to be anything other than a fragment of a mirror held to up to my life and thoughts. That mirror is not a full reflection of all sides of me, but what you see is true, and I won’t hide part of myself in order to present some narrative unity that doesn’t exist in real life. I am liberal, greatly so on some issues, yet a proud veteran. I am gay, I am a Christian, I believe most faith lives are valid. I love to read, I love technology, I love to watch bad television while I give myself facials. I love my family, and I love to be alone. I love to write, and I love to do everything but writing. I love junk food and fresh oysters, Jane Austen and People Magazine. I love to share myself on this blog, and I jealously protect the veil between my public and private life. I believe in the Resurrection, and I believe in the moment.
“Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself (I am large, I contain multitudes).”
My eyelids weigh a thousand pounds. I want to stay up longer and play, but I think it’s time to schedule my wake-up call and curl up with Vanity Fair. Thanks for reading. Safe dreams.
San Francisco’s Monaco Hotel
When you check in at the Hotel Monaco in San Francisco, it’s like boarding an intimate cruise ship of the early 1900s and stepping back to the heady days of Hemingway and Christie. Get a good look at the registration…
San Francisco’s Monaco Hotel
When you check in at the Hotel Monaco in San Francisco, it’s like boarding an intimate cruise ship of the early 1900s and stepping back to the heady days of Hemingway and Christie. Get a good look at the registration…
Bliss at the Hotel Monaco
Bliss at the Hotel Monaco