I’m a twenty-something university grad living in the Bay Area with hopes of returning to the world of academia for Japanese, linguistics, or East Asian Studies.
My obsessive-compulsions include stopping the microwave only when the time remaining is divisible by five and reading the fine print on commercials.
My first sip of tea was out of my baby bottle. I make one of the best cuppas you’ll ever taste.
Breakfast
Lynn & Lu’s Escapade Café or Nick’s Wheely Good Breakfast?
Taken with Instagram at Temescal Regional Recreation Area
Briefs: Erotic Short Film Competition @ Grand Lake Theater, Oakland on 2/16 @ 7pm (Taken with instagram)
Not being a hermit!! This is a reminder of why I love #EastBay. (Taken with Instagram at Lake Temescal)
I’m trying to squeeze one movie in before the closing date. Anyone interested?
I love that this painting is one of the many I pass when walking to Temescal.
When you walk in E-Bay,
You may end up walking 3.5 miles without knowing it. But damn, will you feel it the following day.
Okay, so it’s clear there are two groups who have splintered off from each other: the activists and the rioters. The activists are up at 14th and Broadway, and are preaching a message of peace, outrage, and ultimately, political action.
Moving south down Broadway are the rioters. They’re throwing bottles and various bits of detritus at the police, who are in cars and riot gear. Outnumbering both the police and the rioters are photographers, tourists, rubberneckers, looking for pictures to post their news organization, blog, facebook page (ahem).
The rioters are performing for the cameras. And I’m holding a camera. There’s a craven aspect to the whole thing. This doesn’t feel like true racial tension. I can’t cynically observe this thing anymore.
I am part of the problem. I have to leave.
