Today marks the 20th anniversary of the Sega Genesis’ U.S. launch, apparently. I’d write something about it at work, but I kind of already did that last year to mark its Japanese debut and don’t have much else to say. And I’m home sick with some kind of sinus thing that’s making the rounds at the office; enough of us are out today that I’m going to put forth a little rumor: IGN is using biological warfare to cripple its competition. You can pass that along to Kotaku or whatever.
Being sick at home with while feeling like a small child made of mucus is trying to force its way out of my skull is a pretty crappy way to celebrate the much more important anniversary that today represents: Six years ago today, I arrived in San Francisco.
I can’t believe it’s been that long. But yeah. The evening of August 14, 2003, I finally let my poor abused Nissan Sentra take a break after a week of cross-country driving and moved my few possessions into an apartment on 23rd Avenue in San Francisco’s Richmond district. I’d been out of work for a long time, I was semi-heartbroken from a semi-breakup, I had exactly no money to my name, and I was frankly doing the old-fashioned thing of moving west to the wild frontier of California and hoping for the best. Of course I had a job lined up, but my new employer (Ziff Davis Media) didn’t exactly have an inspiring track record with its gaming websites, and I was signing up for a tour of duty with their latest endeavor. No one at the magazines liked us or wanted us around, so we had to sit on a completely separate floor from the print group and beg for the smallest of resources. We were managed by executives with no real interest in our success. I spent the first three years of my life here expecting to be laid off at any moment. Surprisingly, that didn’t happen, and now 1UP is the only publication still alive from the once-mighty ZD game group. Depressing!
Anyway, I had a disappointing realization a few weeks ago: I’ve lived here long enough that it no longer seems to inspire me. I’ve been taking San Francisco for granted for quite a while now, which is a shame because it’s a great, interesting city. In order to remedy that, I’ve been taking 30-minute walks at lunch and traveling as far from the office as my tiny little feet will take me. And, more importantly, I’ve been soaking up the sights. Who knows how long I’ll be fortunate enough to live in my favorite city in the world? I want to drink it in while I can.
To commemorate my arrival, I decided to start by chronicling where it all began — which is to say, the site of my first real San Francisco memory. The first full day I lived here, I decided to check out Chinatown… I guess because I was familiar with New York City and wanted to forge a comparison? I don’t know. Anyway, as I was exploring the area, I was accosted by the infamous Crazy Roast Duck Man, which immediately made me realize that this city is truly awesome, and every bit as weird as its reputation suggested.
Anyway, that encounter transpired here at the corner of Washington and Walter U. Lum (which is a street, not a guy, although it’s probably a street named for a guy). My return trip this week yielded a startling lack of crazy people, eating duck/pork or otherwise. Just a slightly chubby guy who regarded the photo-taking stupid honky with suspicion. And rightly so! I’m never confronted by crazy people in San Francisco anymore, because they have an inherent sense that I belong here. They no longer faze me, so they don’t bother. I have become a part of the asylum.
Here is the reverse angle, looking down Washington toward the bay. That corner is actually where I met Crazy Roast Duck Man. Actually, “met” is such a weak word. It doesn’t really convey the essence of our encounter. That corner is actually where I experienced Crazy Roast Duck Man. Yeah.
And here’s a second reverse angle looking more along the Walter U Lum side.
It’s actually sort of fitting that this area is so firmly cemented in my memory as my first interesting experience as a San Francisco native, because in many ways it’s an important landmark full of firsts in San Francisco history, too. The corner of Washington and Walter U. Lum is actually the edge of Portsmouth Square, so named because back in the days before they filled in half a mile of the bay with landfill it was right at the water’s edge. It was here that San Francisco’s first school was established, and where the first American flag was placed in San Francisco’s soil — although back then the city was still called Yerba Buena. So, see? Meeting my first raving nutter there was a similarly monumental event, and simply demonstrates the fact that certain locations are destined to be nexuses of history.
And, incidentally, thanks to everyone who has been reading the site since those bygone days. You guys have a lot of patience for a crusty old man for whom every day is a struggle to keep his act together.
16 thoughts on “Six years gone by”
It’s funny, I myself am facing exactly zero prospects here on the (goddamn) east coast, and have been pondering a move to California, although a bit more northerly. Good trees, I hear. I’ve been reading this sight in its various incarnations long enough that this handle I picked was used to differentiate the two of us, to give you an idea, and it’s been a pretty good read thus far.
And if Crazy Roast Duck Man doesn’t grace the next Mega Man game, that’d be a crime.
Of all the places we visited on our trip to San Francisco, Chinatown was the place where I had the most fun.
Is there a link to the 1Up Genesis feature from last year (mentioned above) or is this just referring to the Retronauts episode?
Perhaps it’s best that CRDM eluded you, for your next encounter will surely be a dizzying predestined chopstick duel at the pinnacle of the Transamerica Pyramid to determine the future of esoteric chefery everywhere–and it’d be kind of a bummer to have to show up with the sniffles.
Anyway, get well soon. I enjoyed this post.
Whatever sort of sinus-y thing you have, I have it too. Maybe IGN’s scheme is farther reaching than you initially thought?
Thank you for continuing to be excellent.
It’s reaching at least as far as Ohio.
Thank you for continuing to be excellent.
I second this sentiment. Thanks, Toasty!
This is best post. #1!
Ooh, weird, August 14th was the day I started my job – though that was 2006, not 2003.
As a 26-year-old kid who often experiences waves of that feeling that he, too, is becoming old and crusty, I think it’s fair to say that neither of us really have much reason to think that. 40 is the new 30, after all, so you’re actually ahead of the game in a way, with your career and lady and all that. And 30 is the new 18, so I’m ahead of the game in that I don’t live with my parents and I work a “real” job. We are both probably older than our idealized images of ourselves, sure, but I would imagine that most people in the world would consider you a young punk rather than an old coot.
I’ve only known of this site for a small bite of its six years, but I have enjoyed it wholeheartedly.
Jeremy- Recently I have made the bold move that you did to go to the wild west but this time it is from small town Wisconsin to orange county,ca.This move has been interesting to say the least but I have tried to take in the sights of pretty Huntington Beach and enjoy what the area has to offer and I hope to eventually see San Fransisco myself as it sounds like a interesting place.
I am going to have to search for this crazy roast duck man next time GDC rolls around. If he’s still around that is.
San Fran really is an awesome city. I don’t know much about the history, but the closest cities to me are Philadelphia and New York, and aside from just awesome architecture and culture, SF is just so much more clean than those cities (A little surprising considering the amount of homeless people, but I digress).
Well, presumably an old man’s life in SF is better than a young man’s life in (some) other places, right? I certainly prefer my dotage in NYC to my youth in West Texas.
Wow, Parish, you moved to SF almost the same day I moved to Berkeley. Here’s to six years of Bay Area charm!
(Your post reminds me that I really should make more of an effort to get to know SF better. It’s a little harder when you have no central location to start from. Let’s hope BART works again soon so you’re not cut off from the rest of the world, Escape From New York style.)
I love the way you say “experienced.” There are some people that you neither meet nor encounter, but truly experience. My first run-in with Leslie Cochran, Austin’s resident cross-dressing hobo what runs for mayor sometimes, was such an experience.
Yeah, walks in SF while at work are absolutely necessary. I work near Pier 39 (in an office), which means I’ve come to know Chinatown like the back of my hand (and, sigh, the Wharf). Just remind yourself — you can’t buy artificial shark fin soup just anywhere. Not to mention we actually have nature, unlike in NYC.
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