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My Caffeinated Life In San Francisco
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All photos taken with my iPhone.
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Spread the love, folks. Jay can't afford those big marketing campaigns like all those terrible one-hit wonders.
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Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.
I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.
If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,
never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.
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and I sat in the sun, and unplugged from the "world" and listened to the World. And when I opened a book, I read this:
Poets make things. True enough. But they don't make poetry, or they don't make it from nothing. Poetry is present to begin with; it is there, and poets answer it if they can. The poem is the trace of the poet's joining in knowing.
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2:30 PM
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Just busy with life and Twitter and Facebook and my class and furniture shopping and recruiting for some job. . . You know, the important things. So get off my back, okay! No, I'm not getting upset and I'm NOT being sensitive. I mean just because EVERYONE is against me (oh, it's sooooo obvious) and everyone thinks I'm paranoid about it (but I'm not because it's not paranoia when you KNOW it's true).
Jeez, just give me some room to breathe.
Okay, happy thoughts.
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5:02 PM
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Any questions?
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5:49 PM
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"How many more times must we hear stories about 14 year old naked boys with large white poodles escaping from behavioral facilities before we finally decide to take action?!"
by Really on March 20, 2009 at 2:32 PM
Read about it here.
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10:40 AM
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Yes, everyone can look great in Slim Suit. And it protects you from harmful radiation leaks!
Just put it on to TAKE IT OFF!
Supplies are limited. . . Order Now!
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My thoughts can be expressed (as can they always be) with three letters:
mhm, hmm, mhh
I'm not sure what to think yet. It was good, but the ending threw me a bit.
Will this happen again?
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1:21 AM
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Wired Editor-in-Chief Chris Anderson: "Paper still matters. I believe in books, I believe in some kinds of paper. The trick is to figure out which kinds of paper add value to the Internet. Paper with high production values, beautiful photography, long-form journalism, stories that are 8,000 words -- you put these online, it tends to fall apart. In terms of paper, I think books matter. You [to interviewer Guy Kawasaki] publish books, I publish books. Hardcover is still the premium version for delivering that information."
More here.
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I heard from a little birdie today that Farmer Brown, one of SF’s finest soul food establishments, will be filling the space next to Cento, the Blue Bottle "dealer" on Ritch Street. The space will be open around April 2nd for carry-out orders and will serve both breakfast and lunch. Eventually, they will have tables and will be serving delicious and nutritious alcoholic beverages. I have it on good authority that their watermelon martini is deelish. Yum!
Get your soul on and get ready to head to the new mini-Farmer Brown.
Update: Looks like it's going to be called Little Skillet. Cute.
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