Friday, July 3, 2009
San Francisco has a nice way of dulling the 4th of July, not intentionally of course, but atmospherically. Who can get in the spirit of things American, such as explosions, if fog guards their glory? This year, the forecast is the same, and to tell you the truth, this time around, this particular summer, so varied and abstract for me, I would prefer a deep and disguised rumbling of the clouds to just about anything else. For all seven of you though, if any of you barbeque and party the night away tomorrow, I wish you the best, on our sweet collective birthday. In other words Blow (it) Up.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Vervet monkeys steal alcohol (and other drinks) from "unaware" tourists at some kind of "resort" and get real wasty, falling and tripping and making a racket. Parallel lines. Except, I've not had a single drink in a week, and I feel fine, though the thirst is there. I haven't seen any bikinis here, either, for the record. --RWK
UPDATE: Whoops, forgot the [via Carlton] tag... as this tweet will tell you.