A very East Bay Rats anniversary, a couple weeks ago.
Eureka Day opening night at the Contra Costa Civic Theatre in El Cerrito.
A sunset generator show on the University Ave pedestrian bridge.
Saying yes to the community next door after dropping out of the race for El Cerrito city council.
We asked the Oakland Observer to explain what the flock is going on.
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Dorthy Lazard's new memoir, at the movie theater.
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Gaps but no yawning at West Edge Opera's American Apollo.
When Musk v. Altman brought the tech imperial core to Oakland, Oakland shrugged.
One airpod in, so you know he's cool and respectful to those around him.
Follow up question: Do you think Piedmont has a right to exist?
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At Oakland's West Edge Opera, Henry James is a sick fuck.
A joyful absurdity.
Always be launching.
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Between the Eastmont Town Center and Evergreen Cemetery, a broken down fast food joint is a relic of the moment things went bad in the Deep East.
Visual projections exclaiming POW! and BAM! are only to be expected.
Because my twenty-nine-year-old sister-in-law is still living on my couch.
That shit was really dumb.
An Oakland schoolteacher on Mac Barnett's “Make Believe” and the good books her young readers deserve.
At least they seem to at the humiliating defeat of the USA by Belgium at Mad Oak and Speisekammer, yesterday.
“Evidence,” UNTITLED vol.2 at Temescal Alley, the last night of it.
Taxonomies of leftists, bicycles, and transportation at Bike!Bike! West.
Are rumors of a leftist LitRPG genre more than fantasy?
A tour at the Caldecott Tunnel west entrance, a few weeks ago.
A night of alchemy and anarchy at Eli’s Mile High Club
“If you’re wondering what that means…so am I.”