these days of leiderhosen

Sea Ranch. This would probably the last establishment you'd expect to find us, because it's got it's own poshy-posh golf course and stables and all the million dollar vacation houses all look the same. BUT it's on Highway 1 on the California Coast and people leave you the hell alone. I like that. But why describe this to you when there are photos? the correct reaction to splendid solitude: to the view out t he front w in dow . our view at sunset Even the food at the Sea Ranch Lodge was exceptional, the wireless was free and the drinks were more than generous. The only downside of this particular squat: Mauve. Lots and lots of bloody evil mauve. After the second dip in my own doublesized Jacuzzi tub (yes, there were two; I had my own marble tiled suite) I got over the whole 1980's decorating theme, although it did bring to mind some persistent Kenny G riffs. It you ever have the opportunity to see the quilted work of The Appliqued Wit of Dorothy Vance (a Berkele

Yesterday evening I dodged to Palo Alto for dinner with the Amazing Ms. Ordover of Craftlit and Master Aiden. (Divine experience, let me tell you. Should you ever get the opportunity to meet up with a podcaster or blogger whose work you really admire, it's so worth it. ) Somewhere around San Leandro, an Idiot boy on red racing motorcycle with matching helmet surged from the on ramp across four lanes of traffic. And wearing only a t-shirt and jeans rode prolonged wheelies down the commuter lane at sunset on a crowded rush hour. Suddenly all the traffic merged smoothly to right, moving gracefully as far away from this complete dumbass as possible. I have always thought CA drivers to be some of the most ridiculously pigheaded ever, but now have to rethink that. It was beautiful choreography. I sure the remaining days in this asshat's life will be filled with great foolish joy. May he go out on his own and leaves other consciences clean. Sometimes the gene pool is self cleaning.