Saturday, August 30, 2008

To redeem yourself from fire with fire







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Thursday, August 28, 2008

hobo research

Before reading this post, please note the distinction between bums/hoboes & the homeless. The first category contains a number of members you can poke, the other members you can't poke at least not without getting sued...for your home. poink.
(Left caption: L. remembers that Yang Wei is getting married. Who to adopt now? Right caption: This smile didn't last when I discovered that the restaurant doesn't offer free Coke refills.)


I always thought San Franciscan hoboes had gotten a little presumptuous, thinking they deserve money for playing doorman at McDonald's, but now I'm a changed woman- by the unfaltering pleas and stalking legs of Berkeley's hoboes.

Last Wednesday, L. & I headed to Berkeley in an effort to catch Janelle Monae at Rasputin on Telegraph. Pity the website had advertised the wrong time. (Pity the website administrator is now dead. Police say it was the strangest case they'd ever seen- death by butt gas. This has lead them to believe that the murderer is lactose intolerant. If you have any leads, please keep them to yourself.)
So we walked down Shattuck, looking around for a place to eat, to starve the loss. And, YWAH!, the first standing hobo I'd ever seen accosted us for change. I almost said, "Change begins with yourself" but feared being attacked by said hobo so just let out a quick apology and a lie: "Sorry, I don't have any." I had plenty of change. I have reason to believe that "no, sorry" felt a little like the nosorrys that CEOs stamp on raise proposals. L. & I didn't even have time to sincerely feel sorry before the hobo began yelling "SOORRY?? HAA!" and proceeded to follow us, still yelling, until we made our escape into a pho restaurant. We waited a few minutes before leaving. But that robust hobo had changed things forever.
I now deeply believe that SF hoboes are lovable in their mildness.
L. and I laugh/cried from the experience. I think our mothers have gotten to us. We were hyperventilating for quite some time... Hahahha oh, Berkeley. We're never coming back. On the plus side, we had some great gelato and Ethiopian food.




Janelle Monae, my girl- android crush.

I wanted to devote an entire piece to her, but I'm still a little
disappointed about missing her set last Wednesday, so let me
get back to you when I've actually heard her live.




sigh...
--j.

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