Author Archives: sputterpub

The Anticipator

Posted on March 21, 2011 by sputterpub

   When I was 15, the family moved from southern California to the San Francisco bay area, and in the next few years the place exploded with music, drugs, sex, and politics. I was already eccentric and suspected I might … Continue reading →

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Canyon Road

Posted on March 18, 2011 by sputterpub

  When I was in my 50s, I checked out opera. I had a friend who was recently widowed, and he held two season tickets to what SF put on. I attended performances with him a few times a year. I … Continue reading →

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Irish Coffee

Posted on March 17, 2011 by sputterpub

    I think I was 22 when I drank my first, and the site may have been the place that claims to have invented the recipe: the Buena Vista near the Hyde Street cable car turntable in San Francisco. Not that … Continue reading →

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ArcAngle 3

Posted on March 16, 2011 by sputterpub

When I was in my early 50s, I thought often about how to house people, attractively, cozily, affordably, naturally. As described in the other posts in the “universal design” category, I found it gratifying to contemplate how to build with … Continue reading →

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What Goes Around

Posted on March 15, 2011 by sputterpub

  When I was 16 I was into poetry and wax-resistant dying and my best friend Ellen, with whom I examined cosmology, world philosophy, and gossip. One of our conclusions then – a private catch-phrase between us – was a modification … Continue reading →

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The Pump

Posted on March 14, 2011 by sputterpub

  When I was 40 I bought my first house and found the pump. It was my third piece of residential real estate in fact, but the others were acquired with spouses; that creekside cottage was mine-all-mine. The house was … Continue reading →

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Kaleidoscope

Posted on March 11, 2011 by sputterpub

  When I was almost 54, I glanced out the BART window and was dazzled by sun diamonds. It was a bright winter morning and I was on a train headed to San Francisco. My seat was on the port side, … Continue reading →

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Calculus

Posted on March 10, 2011 by sputterpub

     When I was 17 I came to Cal. One of the classes I enrolled in first quarter was calculus. I think it fulfilled a Breadth requirement. I signed up with Nick and his friend Steve, who we called Cap’n … Continue reading →

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ArcAngle 2

Posted on March 9, 2011 by sputterpub

  When I was 47, I helped established a nonprofit (Hearth, Feb 16) and dove into universal design. And once we got into University Neighborhood Apartments (UNA, Feb 17), I spent much time contemplating that structure. UNA was always a tight-space … Continue reading →

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Approaching Spring

Posted on March 8, 2011 by sputterpub

     When I was around 50 and walking one spring morning, I was amused to encounter a clump of purple wisteria flowers poking like a face through a front yard fence. wisteria blooms pilloried between fence slats face the morning … Continue reading →

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