Monthly Archives: April 2016

The Hippest thing that ever happened to me in Oakland

Everybody knows, there are no real hipsters left in San Francisco anymore. Only fake-ass hipsters.  The people who still listen to vinyl, collect manual typewriters, or have an autographed copy of The Boomer Bible, are all living in Oakland now. … Continue reading

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My favorite new toy!

  On Monday morning,  a transformer blew up in El Cerrito,  and knocked out the power grid in a large chunk of the East Bay-including–my office in Berkeley!     After I did my office-managerial  duty of  reporting the outage … Continue reading

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More! Notes from the iPhone Wonderground

      Sketch comedy that never happened.   An idea for a groovy 70’s musical.     Prompted by a late-night visit to a chinese restaurant, and my friends subsequent food poisoning from crab rangoon. Though I haven’t actually … Continue reading

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Notes from the iPhone wonderground

I’ve been violently scouring my iPhone for things to delete, because my storage is so shitty, and came across all these strange little gems in my iPhone notes. Some of them are ideas. Some observations. Some are conversations I had … Continue reading

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Ghost Lyft

There we  all were, at  the wobbly end of my friend’s birthday party. Chockful of oysters, champagne and cake and merriment,  and now, making our  home-bound exits. As for me, I called a Lyft.  “Shayla” would be arriving in 6 … Continue reading

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How many grapes does it take?

  I visited a Sonoma  winery a few months back, for my friend Audrey’s birthday.   It was a dreamy Sunday  afternoon.  We wound our way around the countryside—stopping to pick apples at an orchard, petting goats  and eating cheese at … Continue reading

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My Really Weird Massage

So I’m laying face down on a table, at a massage clinic in SOMA. It’s a rainy Saturday morning, a little after 10. The light in the massage room is gray. There are no himalayan salt lamps, no zen waterfalls, … Continue reading

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