Ex Bibliotheca

The life and times of Zack Weinberg.

Monday, 27 May 2002

# 8:30 PM

I picked my sister up at the airport this morning, she was flying back from having spent Memorial Day weekend down in L.A. We visited the SF MoMA; they were showing a bunch of themed selections from their permanent collection, and a retrospective on the work of this photographer whose name I unfortunately cannot remember (and their website is timing out on me so I can't look it up either). He lived in Carmel and took hundreds of photos of, at, and around Point Lobos.

After that, we went to pick up a futon she was buying from this guy who was moving out, and deliver it to the apartment she'll be living in this summer. That would have been easier if the frame had come apart all the way. They're supposed to break down into five or six relatively flat pieces that fit into my car's cargo space. This one's fasteners were frozen, so we wound up lashing most of it — still a three-dimensional object — to the roof. Driving up and down San Francisco hills with this thing up there was, well, an experience. But we did arrive with no injuries and nothing broken.

Finally, we went to the Cliff House for dinner. We were too tired to visit the camera obscura afterward, which was kind of a shame; I've done that before and it's really nifty.