Fear the Literary Graffitti Artists. And Corned Beef
Literary vandals strike the Rockridge BART station: Get it? On the wall opposite: I could take or leave Rimbaud but aside from the legwarmers appearing on the post boxes during Pride Week, it's some of the most beautiful vandalism seen this year. And did we really need another billboard pimping Apple products that this neatly papered over? Naw. I have discovered the outer circle of Hell and it is the Oakland Alta Bates Emergency Waiting Room. The Steven got a massive case of food poisoning after consuming some dicey corned beef at Lefty O'Doul's on Sunday night so we spent seven fun-filled hours in hospital on Monday. He's on the mend. It's been a bit stormy here in the Bay Area, but honestly in California we are Weather Weenies. The tectonic plates may buck and roll and dump the Lalique in the creek, but let the temperature drop below 60 degrees and the basement flood and we have the Governator on the radio saying "Oh, yehs. It is verhy verhy bahd". The