1. The other day, I was riding the number 4 bus on Santa Monica Boulevard, headed to my favourite communist restaurant, when we had to make an extra special stop in front of the L.A. County Sheriff’s station in West Hollywood so that the Sheriff’s deputy could inform the drunk homeless man that he would have to get off the bus because it is against the rules to wear roller blades on said bus. Sample dialogue:
Drunk man: Why do I have to get off the bus?
Sheriff’s deputy: Because I am a sheriff’s deputy.
2. I am in San Francisco for spring break! I will try to update flickr nightly. (“Try” being the operative word because the hotel’s wireless is very very slow.) Tomorrow I am going to the Beatnik Museum, largely because their current exhibition is called “Have the Beatniks Found Sputnik?” Which seems…improbable. But somehow…irresistible, possibly because this museum exhibit might do what others have only dreamed of doing – that being, establishing a connection between funny little berets and outer space. A full investigative report will follow.