Lulu's Beagle Gallery

PS Went to Berkeley for half a day two weekends ago. Bounced around the Bowl and bought gigantic Korean crystal pears. Stocked up on Yamamotoyama organic teas, and chatted with fave checkout veteran who sees as many people as the Alexandrian turnstile--poor F! Sold $25 worth of books to Moe's and got new coffeetable tome on Chinese propaganda posters. Still no luck on the Tassjahara Bread Book. When it's meant to bring flour mystically back into my life, it will happen.

Two Afri-colas at R Video. W got promoted to manager! K looks ever the punk ballerina hostess. S showed me the ugly Hollywood button-downs of congested-heart-purple I railed about before. Apparently, he and nutty E get a new one every month. That's taking care of employees' most ardent wants... Took JN on tour of said cinephile's dreamland and we sat inside the kids' play rocket for a bit. SO upset to see Brian the Dog's portrait defiled. What bored, unimaginative wankers draw onto unsuspecting cartoon heroes! Perhaps they ran out of ideas so they left Underdog and Snoopy alone. I shudder to think it was out of any decency or respect for oppressed animated actioneers and Woodstock.

It is true: there is no crossing of the same river twice or sitting in quite the same shade--the Jordan has become a rivulet to the west of its former self; three willow trees stood on the wrong side of the Gorge and were swept into it with the rest of the bank.