The vending machine in the hotel sells little packets of cheese-flavoured crackers that come pre-spread with peanut butter. This sounds like a disgusting idea. However, as I type I am suddenly having a flashback to that summer when I was 18 and living in Quebec city and how this one day for lunch, having failed to go to the grocery store that week, I ate a cheese whiz and peanut butter sandwich for lunch and found it surprisingly good. So…I have now lost all of my authority on passing judgment on what is or isn’t fit for human consumption.
Anyhow! Today I went to the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts and saw a kind of not-terribly-interesting exhibit on modern dance (of course, the exhibit that I would really LOVE to see doesn’t start until after I leave SF), and then I went to the Cartoon Art Museum, which was WONDERFUL and the Mary Blair exhibit was still up and was amazing, and there was a (tiny) Joey Sayers exhibit and it was so great. And then I walked around Chinatown and had Chinese food for lunch and then I finally went to the Beat Museum. And, well, the Sputnik exhibit wasn’t very inspiring . It was a bunch of pictures of the man in this article and the letter he got from the air force and no actual pieces of Sputnik. (Also, look at those hilarious hippies holding that fake Sputnik at the beginning of the article. The one in the black hat was working the day I went.) But there was that fake Sputnik. And two explanations of how the word beatnik came from the word Sputnik. So…the results of this report are inconclusive. Also, the Beat Museum is kind of a hilarious place. It’s like, What if the Wilfrid Laurier English Club Made a Museum? Exactly. A bunch of funny objects, and some posterboards. In a falling apart building.
And then I had two Irish coffees at Tosca Cafe, which is famous for its Irish coffees, and floated home on a caffeine/booze buzz.