SF Bay Bridge closes, tranquility descends upon SF's SOMA neighborhood

The quality of life in San Francisco’s South of Market neighborhood, around the Embarcadero and South Beach, has improved dramatically since the closure of the Bay Bridge. Traffic is non-existent and for people who live near the bridge, hanging out on the balcony and opening windows means not having to listen to the constant buzz of traffic.

At first, the silence is eerie, then it becomes a sheer delight. Walking around SOMA is no longer such a frightful experience. There are no traffic jams, no hurried obnoxious drivers texting, talking on their phone and trying to get onto the bridge at the same time, in a big hurry. The streets are quiet and suddenly this part of San Francisco has become so much more livable.

Unfortunately the bridge may open even as soon as today. I am wishing it remains closed indefinitely. Perhaps they can close the bridge one day a week.

April is national poetry month, so I wrote a poem: The ATM

I wrote this poem on a Virgin America flight from San Francisco to Washington DC. It’s not Wordsworth, but I thought I’d take a stab at celebrating National Poetry Month with some verse.

The ATM

A woman pulls cash out of a wall
The sirens scream as the heavens fall
Helicopter Ben drops money from the sky
Far away in Iraq, the soldiers die.

The streets of San Francisco are paved with gold
But you can’t scrape and you can’t hold
Merchants of false hope, the bankers lie
Like plastic surgeons, for a piece of the pie.

Talk politics to me and whisper in my ear
None of the things I need to fear
Approach the gallows one and all
The mighty dollar is about to fall.

A billion here, a trillion there
It matters no more, not even where
When every shelf in the store is bare
Our only response is not to care.

The people marched with purple rage
Black, red, yellow and sage
An eagle soared and fell out of the sky
A tank drowned out its piercing cry.

As darkness falls, the shadows rise
An eerie echo of heaven dies
The waiters count their paltry tips
And we, in bed, shrink from the apocalypse.

- April 2009, Esme Vos Yu


Make a difference in the world, before it's too late

Put a dent in the universe – 37signals:

“This doesn’t have to be grand at all. You don’t have to be looking for the cure for cancer. It could be done by a waitress at a neighborhood cafe that’s the gathering point of local artists. The key is that your efforts would be missed, your customers would have a sense of loss, if you stopped doing what you’re doing . . . Remember that your time is limited. By the time you discover that you’ve been coasting on empty calories, the pale face staring you back in the mirror might be hard to recognize.”

My Mac Book Pro is back

Fiona has returned from a long absence. After one week of being Mac-less, I am so happy that my laptop arrived today from the Apple repair center. I banished Wilbur (the ancient Dell) back into the closet and I hope I never have to go through this harrowing experience again. I learned one lesson: keep all contacts and my calendar online.