This is a gathering of the Mimosa's Witnesses, a quasi-Religious Sunday Morning drinking society, at my beautiful Berkeley apartment.
“Pining for the Fjords”, at the Zephyr Cove Disc Golf Course
“Could be the great American novel & people haven't had time to figure it out yet” writes Mr Quill (about Thomas Pynchon's Mason & Dixon) in a recent letter - here pictured at the Berkeley Marina.
Emmylou Harris at the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival. Why does she have to have that ridiculous Michael Jackson nose? Well, Mr Jackson claimed (in his famous interview with Martin Bashir) that his nose was the only plastic surgery he's had, & that was so he could “hit the high notes.” Ms Harris's voice has gotten richer over the years, so there goes Michael's logic. My theory is that his father must have castrated him when he was young. That would explain so much. Wait until I'm proven right.
This sign is on Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley. The Pluto controversy has gotten people almost about as upset as Darfur.
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