where the grapes are clustered like breasts...

...the streets are filled with vodka.

ahhhh California.

due process for the nekkid

sure, people who have a strong desire to hand pieces of paper out to members of the public while wearing only a mustache are generally regarded as total freaks, but let's not forget that they have due process rights too. okay?

I mean, you can't go and change a rule about enforcing the law without a fair shot at being naked at a city council meeting can you?


no; no you can't - this is california.

so big of us

la quinta, where homes start around half a mil and go way, way up.

nice place to get hitched. twice.

so take THAT, Utah!

state sponsored meth labs!

let's do a bunch of meth and grade us some exams!

i want everything - nothing less

yeesh

Yesterday a group of us piled into an english performance sport utility vehicle, drove to the extreme trailhead with the best parking and went for a scramble. Afterwards we barbequed organic pizzas from local produce on a large deck and debated which wine to pair with the local catch fish while talking about custom bicycles and best bicycle commuting routes.

Throw in a little conversation about interesting intellectual property cases and the problems with finding good partners for private planes and you've pretty much got what I'd call a quintessential Californian weekend.

marin's illiterate

I was in Marin county the day before yesterday (returning organic milk which was spoiled when I opened it the morning after I purchased it) when a gentleman asked the cashier in front of me to fill out his "saver" card application.

She was somewhat incredulous, then realized the reason, which he mentioned under his breath: he could not read or write well enough to do so on his own.

WHAT? in MARIN COUNTY of all places.

Can the Bou' get a WTF?

yes, yes he can.

WTF?