Showing posts with label San Francisco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label San Francisco. Show all posts

Monday, October 22, 2018

Japan Sojourn

Annamaria in Japan, with Susan


Here is a more or less chronological pictorial account of my first couple of days with Susan, touring and climbing mountains in Japan.

The journey began with a couple of spectacular days in California.






Then it was on to Tokyo:



















Need I say more?

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Guest Blogger BARRY LANCET: In San Francisco in the Footsteps of Hunter S. Thompson


I know first hand from my recent Left Coast Crime experience that Tokyo-based Barry Lancet is the best navigator a driver can hope for on Phoenix streets.  In this piece, Barry takes that skill to the City by the Bay.  For those of you who don’t know Barry’s work, you’re in for a treat.  He’s the Barry Award Winning and Shamus Award nominated author of the Jim Brodie international mystery-thriller series. California born, Barry’s more than two decades in Tokyo, much as an editor at one of the country’s largest publishing houses, gave him insider access to places most Japanese never see, allowing him to bring true authenticity to his novels, Japantown, Tokyo Kill, and the latest, Pacific Burn. http://barrylancet.com 

Jeff—Saturday


These days it seems my vacations are often dictated by what locations might appear in my next book.  That means I hit the Japan trail, sometimes San Francisco, and then the additional new places that might be scene-worthy. 
But there are times when it works the other way around.  I go someplace and the location sticks in my mind and later shows up in a book quite by accident.  This happened when I finally made it out to Miami to fulfill an age-old promise to visit friend and author/translator William Scott Wilson (The Lone Samurai, Hagekure, Tao Te Ching). It was my first visit to Florida and by the end of the trip I thought, I could use this place in a book.  And I did.  Miami and some of its locales found their way into Tokyo Kill, alongside Tokyo, Yokohama, China, and Barbados. 
This summer I found a third way—when an old friend I was traveling with suggested a place he always wanted to visit: the Seal Rock Inn because “that’s where Hunter S. Thompson hung out.”  More accurately, it’s the place Thompson holed up in to write “Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail.”  With guns, drugs, and who knows what else. 


The inn is a rustic lodge on the edge of San Francisco, only a few hundred yards from where the city meets the Pacific Ocean.  It is still owned by the same family.  The Cliff House is a half a block away.  Here’s Thompson:
"Dawn is coming up in San Francisco now: 6:09 a.m. at the Seal Rock Inn. ... Out here at the far end of Geary Street: this is the end of the line, for buses and everything else, the western edge of America." 
From the window, even today guests can catch a sliver of the ocean.  The trees lining 48th Avenue across the way have grown tall and spread since Thompson’s residence forty-plus years ago, cutting off much of the view.  The buses are still there, lined up right outside “his” window, ready to take morning commuters into the city center.  When the large diesel engines were fired up and left idling too long, as was the habit in those days, it’s not too hard to imagine Thompson sticking a shotgun out the window and telling them to cut the noise and the fumes or else.  Bus engines have been improved, and environmental concerns have changed the way public vehicles are operated, but some things remain the same.  The fog still rolls in thick as a blanket and the winds can be relentless, even when the sun shines. 
That’s where we stayed during my latest scouting trip through SF for book locations, two doors down from the room.  Reports have it that Thompson didn’t come out for days but had everything brought in—food, drink, drugs, and any friends wanting to party. 


During the trip I confirmed details for my new book (Pacific Burn) and scouted locations for the as-yet untitled book 4 in the Jim Brodie series.  Will the Seal Rock Inn find its way into a future story?  Not in number 4, but maybe one day.  Who knows?  Either way, the visit was memorable. 


Barry for Jeff

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

French State Visit

The French State Visit

Francois Hollande hits the US on an official State visit this week sans First girlfriend and his mistress. My sources tell me this presents a bit of a diplomatic conundrum in Washington for the State dinner, the White House's first in two years. Who will Hollande dance with? Michele Obama? She's a lot taller than he is and so is Barack.
But security wise - the sources say that Holande the bachelor will make it easier than last time Hollande came with then First girlfriend Valerie Trierweiller. The advance security team has come to San Francisco a week before to laise with local San Francisco cops, the Sheriff's department, and the Secret Service. A lot of prep work for Hollande's one day San Francisco visit - he's not even sleeping here. On second thought maybe they want to keep him out of temptation. There will be a big luncheon with tech giants based here FB, Twitter, Genentech, Yahoo etc. Hollande's out to show he's getting savvy with the tech world in Zeelakon VallƩe, wants to encourage entrepeneurship. Maybe he'll see how San Francisco doesn't much care fo Google these days.
 Cara - Tuesday

Saturday, February 5, 2011

S. . .S. . .S. . .


Paul Allen and Bill Gates, 1981
Beth Crowley, Boston
No, the international Morse code distress symbol is . . .  — — — . . .  The above stands not for SOS but for “Scottsdale, Seattle, San Francisco.”  That’s where I’ve been since last Saturday.  Not complaining mind you, certainly not with all that’s been going on back home in the East.  That’s the Northeast United States and the Eastern Mediterranean.  Who would have thought five feet of snow on the ground in Boston (still counting) and feats of immeasurable depth in the Mediterranean basin? 
Khalil Hanmra, Associated Press

What is the world coming to?  More importantly, where is it headed?  I have absolutely no idea, which I’m pretty sure puts me in the distinguished company of its governments, journalists, and wags.  Then again, perhaps I didn’t catch their prediction that the most dangerous, volatile region in the world would be turned upside down in a matter of hours by Facebook and Twitter.  Seems reminiscent of that Humpty Dumpty 1989 Berlin moment when an utterly surprised world chanted together, “Wall?  Coming down?  What Wall?”

We are witness to an Internet revolution in every sense of the phrase.  And here I am, on a serendipitous pilgrimage to the holiest sites of its enabling: Seattle and its environs (Microsoft calls neighboring Redmond home) and the San Francisco Bay area with not only Silicon Valley but the Stanford Research Institute that on October 29, 1969 received the first Internet message ever (the two letters “LO” out of an attempt to send “LOGIN”) out of Los Angeles—the next stop on my Revelation book tour. 
Log noting first Internet message, originating out of U.C.L.A.

As for Scottsdale’s role in all this history, well, let’s just say it’s home to GoDaddy, today’s largest Internet domain registrar business…and a television sponsor on this Sunday’s broadcast of the Super Bowl—GO STEELERS (just had to sneak that in). 
Frank Lloyd Wright's Taliesin West

Not Frank Lloyd Wright
But these cities are known for a lot more, and with good reason.  Each has its own unique beauty and character.  Frank Lloyd Wright set up his “winter camp” in Scottsdale in 1937, now called Taliesin West, and forever changed this conservative region’s architecture.  Seattle is known for its many beautiful views, liberal thoughts, and musical groups but is Mecca to coffee addicts everywhere and home to the very first shop of the “Microsoft” of the coffee world: Starbucks.  Let us bow our heads and give thanks.
Original Starbucks, Pike Place Market, Seattle

Lombard Street, San Francisco
And then there is San Francisco.  What is there to say about this place that imagination has not already captured?   There is its beauty, its pace, its openness.  It is unique in all the glorious connotations of the word.  It also has a terrific Greek restaurant, Kokkari, where I will be having dinner with friends from Mykonos and elsewhere when this post goes up Saturday morning at 12:05 AM, Eastern Standard Time.  Hopefully, I’ll be awake in time to make my 2 PM signing at M is For Mystery in San Mateo. 

After all, book tours should be joyful pilgrimages.  See you in LA.

Jeff ­— Saturday