When the love of knowledge turns to lust
Welcome to finals week. Welcome to the library. Welcome to the machine. Study. Study. Study.Brief factual update:
Going to be living in San Francisco next year. Mailed the acceptance form to UCSF on Monday; would rather not wait until September. Confounded by process of locating housing in downtown SF. The city is made up of several 'neighborhoods' each with its own flavor, such as the Mission, which has great weather and a lot of taquerias, or the infamous Castro, which is the self-proclaimed gayest place on earth, to the Deco Ghetto, which is a bit run down but does indeed have several art deco shops. Possible places to live: the Inner Sunset (more suburbish, lots of grad students), Potrero Hill, (weather, close to school) but the gut feeling is to steer clear of the Tenderloin. Oh, and Potrero Hill is OJ Simpson's old 'hood. I'd better check on their murder-per-capita rate...
The hill is also where O.J. Simpson grew up, and, as a result, even though Simpson never visited the area much after becoming famous, the hill has the nation's densest remaining concentration of O.J. Simpson murals. One, on Connecticut at 17th Street, shows the former football great in his uniform, with later spray-painted details like blue devil horns.
Wearing a cast on the left arm following surgery on wrist, but please, no pity. If I wanted it, I'd bludgeon it out of you with my new, but thankfully temporay, club-like appendage. Empathic abilities toward the disabled are increased. Spending The Break on the road with The Band, a solid week of great shows/bands, minus the beach day. Gotta have the beach day.
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