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Michele and I hadn’t seen one another in over a year, and we finally found time to get together this weekend. Who knows when I’ll see her again (read “I HAD to bring my camera!”)? Lucky for us we got a table near a window with some awesome light. Dinner was great, but not nearly as good as the chocolate shakes!








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Hello, Sébastien! Sébastien and I finally met while he was celebrating his 13th week. I helped him and his entourage, mommy Heather and daddy Chris, ring in the milestone with a few portraits. Sébastien (his friends call him Seabass) is already just as cool as his parents and, as you can tell, beautiful. The eyes have it! Thanks Heather, Chris, and EPGB for letting me spend some time with the newest member of the family.




















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One of the best things that happened to me as a child was being sent to Gilman School. Outside of my parents, Gilman laid the foundation for my life to this point, and the further I get from my time there, the closer I feel to the place. Maybe I just appreciate it more as I get older. So I was really so excited to attend its San Francisco alumni event last week. A few fellow alums and I grabbed dinner after the event. Tim Holley came along. Mr Holley, as he will always be known to me, is on the left. He is also a Gilman alum and has been a teacher there for nearly three decades (he’s not really aging). I also wrote about him last year when I went by the school for a drop-in visit. He taught each of us African American Literature. He coached each of us in baseball or basketball. And he still cares very much about what and how we are doing today. Sitting at dinner, catching one another up on the guys who weren’t present, listening to Mr. Holley’s remembrances of less mature versions of ourselves, I kept thinking about how fortunate we were to have teachers like him. I wish every child had a Mr. Holley at school. And a Gilman.


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This weekend, I had my first photography man-date of 2011. Cibby, Harsh, and I took in the sunset overlooking the Pacific. Sometimes we find lots to complain about out in San Francisco. But then there are weekends like this one to remind us how ridiculous we must sound.








I’m making a rare appearance in the blog, courtesy of an image taken by Harsh Patel with my GF-1. Since I had no pics of Harsh from the man-date, I figured I would give him a shout-out…by posting a pic of myself. Suspect.




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Nice, guys. Jealous. As usual.
What do you complain about in SF? The parking??
Lovely, Dana! And I need those sneakers.
FAB pics… we were at ocean beach yesterday too. SF ruleZ.
Such handsome men! And the images are spectacular. Well done.
(Although I have to agree with Maurice – you complain about San Francisco?? Dude. Never move to Houston.)
K.
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