I’m not sure fucked company is funny any more. The amount of corporate fraud and crashing in the last week is making me feel very 1929. I need a big hug.

In better news, I had pizza for dinner, and the cat doesn’t hate me even though I fed her late. I called the cops on the kids across the street (mean old mr. substitute) because they were firing off bottle rockets and I didn’t want my ‘hood to look the way the I-15 looked today. Things are a bit too hot ‘n’ dry for that shit.

Would anyone like to join an 80s one-hit wonder?

http://www.kraftfoods.com/recipe/printready_recipe.jhtml?recipeID=10348

The Tang is my favorite part.

Who owns silence?

With one last visit to Aquarius Records I ended my vacation and headed back south, stopping for lunch with . The Aquarius run netted me an old Savage Republic reissure from the 80s (Tragic Figures), a horrifically hilarious metal album by the GOAT THROWERS, some Bollywood soundtrack stuff, and Van Morrison’s infamous contract breaking record.

But I don’t have to go to work until Monday. Woo!

Not the Adolescents song this time, but the record store in the Haight. What a place. Picked up the new Butthole Surfers, some Negativland and Eugene Chadbourne, some SABBATH! and a nice Coltrane all for ~$70 because most of it was used.

Tonight it’s noodles followed by brisk walk followed by espresso I think. And then tomorrow I bid adieu to this fair city by the bay and drive back down.

What a lovely vacation it’s been!

Sign seen on passing truck in S.F:

ROOTER BONG
Rooter and Plumbing Service

I know it was in the Haight, but you’d think they’d find less disgusting ways to smoke and more efficient ways to clean drains, really.

They’re reissuing the MAN’s work! Woot.

I’ll begin smashing libraries with an axe and ridiculing high school french teachers immediately in preparation for the dadaist apocalypse. JOY.

Today I walked up and down Mission in a fruitless quest for the misplaced Cartoon Art Museum, then walked the correct way on Mission and found it. It was nice, if a bit small. Very cool to see an original Gorey or two right up close. I then rehydrated in the Metreon, which is a big mall pretending to be the Future. The Future has not changed much since I was a kid.

After a suitable slump back at the hotel I ate too much french food at Cafe Claude (yum) and then bused off across town to meet and go for a walk with her in a very cool park the name of which I have just forgotten, but which had dogs and a great view, followed by beverages and conversation at a friendly Ethiopian-run cafe.

Altogether a very satisfying day. Tomorrow… RECORD SHOPPING! or something.

Wow, what a great town. I’m staying at this crazy hotel which is full of hip-hop musicians and burned out friendly old sixties rejects. I’m smack between Chinatown and Union Square, in a kind of tiny French Quarter.

So far I’ve mostly just done walking and eating, both very satisfactory. Had a tremendous Italian meal in a sidewalk cafe on a sunny afternoon, which is about as close to Paradise as I can get. Also one very nice Chinese meal (prawns with walnuts!). Tomorrow it’s off to museums, specifically the Cartoon Art Museum which has a Gorey exhibit.

I ate at John’s Grill tonight, of Maltese Falcon fame. I had a big piece of cow and two martinis. I dunno how businessmen in the old days had a “three martini lunch” since a “two martini dinner” left me feeling as though I’d been under a hippo.

I went to a Scottish Imports Store and bought a bottle of good single malt whisky from a laid off former dot-com sysadmin today. “I specialized in startups,” he said mournfully as he wrapped up my purchase, “I should have diversified when I hit it big the first time with Marimba.”