Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Anybody go to the Opening Session?

LET US KNOW what it was like. We'd be there if we could.

Was the Chancellor feisty? Subdued? Did he wear a "swami" headdress? Did he dance? (See our previous Everyone forgets.)

Did the audience chant, "Four more years!"?

Did Andreea describe her visit to Dracula's castle? Did she spurt some of that fake blood she bought at the gift shop?

And what about the union feed-bag event? Was Raghu on hand? Trustees?

Let us know. Plus: welcome back!

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LEFTOVERS

Some "leftovers" from yesterday (click on images to make them LARGER):

This is just behind the famous "Cliff House" in San Francisco--some sort of camera obscura.

The Cliff House is much bigger than you'd think, just driving by. Tourists were crowded inside, eating dinner. They stared down at me. I was alone, amongst the slabs and vistas and open sky, feeling like James Dean at Griffith Observatory. Cheesy movie suspense music played in my head. I dashed, I darted, I sported a troubled look.

No punks showed up, though.


Also near the Cliff House. A cliff.

Looking south. The water is beautiful. Not sure I'd want to swim in it. I'd chill my Pilsner Urquell in it. You bet.

There were some surfers near the Cliff House, bobbing in the smallish, gentle surf. They must be nuts. Or maybe they know something?

A lone seagull above the Cliff House.

Driving down Geary.

Driving is way nuts in San Francisco, man. Pedestrians are either fearless or crazy or both. Traffic lights seem positioned in order to not be seen. Bus drivers are surprisingly assertive.

But it all seems to work somehow.

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Think I'll go try to find that spot where Jimmy Stewart fished Kim Novak out of the bay. You know, like Pee-Wee Herman looking for the basement of the Alamo. Very touristy.

Roy's obituary in LA Times and Register: "we were lucky to have you while we did"

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