Archive for March, 2008
Overheard
Monday, March 24th, 2008“I was at Guantanamo before it was hip.” Spoken by some old guy in a bomber jacket outside the Blue Oyster Cult (aka Geezerpalooza) concert at Slim’s on Thursday night. Don’t ask me if he was serious or delusional; I decided it was best not to ask.
This wasn’t even eavesdropping, since he was talking loudly [...]
Chaos calling
Tuesday, March 4th, 2008An old friend once called me a “chaos attractor,” which sticks years later because it is such an apt description. I can be in a crowd of people, and the wackadoo will come talk to me. Or on a BART train with plenty of seats and only a few people, the raving lunatic will come [...]