While walking to work this morning through downtown Berkeley, there was a blind man walking along, his cane clicking the sidewalk like a metronome. Suddenly, and to no one in particular, he yelled out, “Sorry I was born!” To which one woman passer-by replied, “We don’t mind.” And another guy said, “We love you. We […]
Which of course has little to do with anything. This entry, in honor of, among other things, a six-yer anniversary, is all about unconnected things that on the face of it have little to do with anything. So let’s get on with it.