Between TRIBE and FACEBOOK, I hear jungle drums, the coughs of lions on the savannah, the cries of night-calling birds, noises of children waking from odd dreams, the roar of printing presses, the dances of predator and prey, Narcissus at his pool, Echo at her cliff, the unison stamp of war dances, and the weary shuffle of sleepy mammals seeking brief hibernation.

Burning Man, with 4.2 miles on the stationary bike as preparation, came and went. Spent much more time in camp relaxing; lots of dust (a vision of future Burns as global warming leads to multiple thermals), fun campmates. Didn't see as much art, but it was a smaller year for it (and for the population - down to 42,000). I learned that the BORG brings potential art investors out from SF to show them what BRC is all about and to chauffeur them about the Playa via Artery buses. I found value... read more

When I interviewed for the LA County Public Defender, Mr. Moore was interested in my river-rafting, my wine-tasting, and the dome project I had started at UCDavis. Finally, I had to ask point-blank: "Mr. Moore, this may sound weird, but are you going to offer me a job?" He responded, "Oh, I'm so sorry, of course you have the job, I was just enjoying talking to someone who hadn't just gone to college and law school. I forgot what it was like to be young and hungry."

Now at 2.8 comfortable miles on the stationary bike; hoping for 4.0 by Burning Man

a visit to San Francisco reminded us that people are the most important part of a city:

Angel Island: dull tram ride, boring island, overpriced mediocre sandwiches
Alcatraz Island: smaller and cleaner than imagined; Capone unpunished for refusing to do chores
Chez Panisse: tiny portions of dull food served slowly at $75.00 per person on an over-crowded Thursday night
Damon and J.D.: now married, with mutant vehicles in the garage
Bob: a home and garden as beautiful as ever
Academy of ... read more