Gray Day

So week 4 began yesterday. My mis-adventures at Walmart.com have been mundane to say the least. Yesterday I encountered a grueling battle with the juxtapositioning of a fantastic weekend and an ever so somniferous work week.

So why was this past weekend so fantastic, you ask. Well, this city never fails to entertain. A simple walk turns into hours of people watching. Just picture walking down a bustling street that hangs thick with the smell of commerce. The streets are packed with some people who have destinations and some people who have objectives. Those who lack a shopping agenda generally hold up the pace, however can they be blamed when half naked girls are tap-dancing on the sidewalks? Can they be blamed when the graffiti makes one do a double take? Can they be blamed when a bum is pushing a shopping car .02mph in front of them?

I made my way over to the East-bay on Saturday. Apart from the extra-ordinary views from atop grizzly Peak, I was also given a driving tour of where most of the crime occurs in West Berkeley . . . However, while at a farmers market, I was able to taste some of the finest produce ever... nothing there wasn't organic. . . and there was some crazy stuff: edible flowers, watermelons with yellow flesh, Israeli melons, and mushrooms that look like they belong on psychedelic posters.