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Greetings from my loft bed, Valencia St. Actually I am under it right now.. so creepy. I explored the local haunts for a bit yesterday and I ended up on something that embodies San Fran for me...an article on DIY dildos from a punk DIY book in a Zine store. There is all this buzz about Zizek around, he was on the radio in the kitchen this morning. My roomate and I listened to his exploding words and wet tongue over coffee and grapefruit juice ( I failed to go to the market once again.) I have been seeing all these dusty white bikes around, and I wrongfully assumed they were Ghostbikes (monuments to killed bikers). Today as i saw another one I realized that I had seen dusty cars too... and then it all came together like a hazy San Francisco evening....Burningman. The city did manifest itself elsewhere this labor day weekend.