The 1am Recap and Irrationally Exuberant Crazy Rant.
If you didn’t enjoy a nice lap around the emerald lake today, live vicariously through me. The lake fountains were beautiful: gorgeous plumes of feathered whitewater. The 9:00 a.m. sun’s brilliance reflected off, swathed, revealed, painted everyone, commuters in their cars, the Public Works lawnmowermobile man, and the shiny new religious cocoon-cathderal.
Canadian geese plucked short grasses like delicate foie gras paid for with AIG bonuses — just a designer smokescreen for Gold Man Sacks and foreign banks higher-up-the-foodchain by the way. Chinese men and women and one deranged looking white man did arm waving tai chi. A squirrel ran away from my impending feet, dropping a bit of trash out of the City of Oakland Cardboard Box For Trash next to a public toilet. Suits walked to and fro between 19th Street BART and Grand Lake. Unhappy faces. Why so grim? Bad economy = healthier bodies and environment, less waste. But also less prozac-induced fantasy. Adolescent graffitti scrawled inside the round concrete temple, “fuck X3, X4, Mexicans.” Healthy, perky rows of monocropped native grasses by the BofA/Kinkos building lobby.
A friend of a friend is starting a softball game in Oakland, just moved up from SoCal. Anyone game?
I am looking to start a downtown soccer coed pickup situation. Something for weeknights. Maybe on the city hall lawn. Anyone?
If so, write me at k150 at yahoo.