Mmmmm. Crawdad sandwich…
Long trip into the delta this weekend with Dan and Jamie for crawdad melts in Isleton, general prowling in Rio Vista and the other towns, and a stop in Vallejo to see just how cheap and pleasant it really is given all the current hype. Of course, I’ve been there before, many times, but this time we spent about an hour seeing just how far your housing dollar goes there. Verdict: pretty damned far.
How I won’t be spending Labor Day weekend…
Jonno’s pondering a trip to Burning Man. I’m not. It’s a great thing for the people who love it, what with no corporate sponsorships and all, and I’d never think of criticizing anyone for going. But for me, it sounds like just about as close as I’d ever get to hell on earth. The only camping I’ve ever done was the night I slept out on the deck because it was too hot inside. And that’s about as much camping as I’d ever WANT to do.
I have a hard enough time dealing with annoying people in comfortable surroundings. If you put me in the desert with a collection of ravers, granolas, nature-lovers, and the inevitable yuppie gawkers, someone would get killed. Probably me, as I’d be too weak to defend myself on a steady diet of trail mix and water.
Better words than I’m writing this week…
- Dan the Queer Ska Librarian on bars with dress codes.
- Dan Savage on gay pride (yeah, I know it’s old…)
- Becky on sharing thoughts.