Listening to Pearl Jam "Ten", doing laundry at the Evergreens Apartments laundromat. What a beautiful Bay Area weekend I had.

Sunday clouds fluffy, sun beaming, people out hoppin about the city. Chinese New Year. China Town. Fireworks. Throngs of people. Tourist shops. The Pot Sticker for lunch. Ray, Katrina and Anna bummin around. One-hitters in Kia's. Jewish Oddyssey CD bumps. Penile Coit Tower gone unvisited. Running up steep hills, legs rubber, heart amplifier and hands on head. Sunday.

Saturday, loading carts at grocery markets, food stamps doing magic. 5 pound rice bags heaved on shoulder. New pants that betray themselves to shorts. Cooking for Liz, Lyndsay, Anna and Katrina in whirlwind of smoke and oil. Pasta with fried veggies and soy sausage. Fried rice with veggies, soy sauce rich, clumping and devoured. Seasoned fries the latchkey kid of the meal, checked on twice. Wine flowed, bags finished, fading green. Hair cut, head much lighter, cleaner, neater, will grow out into magnificent shag wishing I could fro.

The weekend made me happy. I wish I had gotten more e-mails and GB signings, but I can't complain when it shines, much less rains. It is varying degrees of existence and emotion a wide sliding scale where there is no middle.

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