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The San Francisco Mayoral race is happening today. It was rather overshadowed by the whole recall business, but today is the day for the blessed people of SF to choose their new leader. I can't vote, since I wasn't able to transfer my voter registration in time, because I wanted to vote in the recall election.       San Francisco is unique in that it has a runoff election between the top two vote getters if one candidate doesn't get more than 50% of the vote. My guess is that this is what will happen, since there are three candidates that are have a strong chunk of the voters.       First, there is Alioto. She's a unique one because she's lost several elections before this one, even being the daughter of a very popular mayor from the past.       Second there's Ammiano who is openly gay and gave Willie Brown a good run for his money in the last election.       Lastly, there is Mr. Newsome. He's the front runner, comes from money, and is what most people would consider to be a moderate Democract, although hardcore caucasian liberals who live in the Mission District would call him the scourge of the earth.       If I could vote, I have no idea who I'd vote for. While I consider myself to be a socialist in principle, I do like some of Newsome's ideas. I think that liberalism has gone way too far in this town and that someone should reel it back into perspective. I also like Ammiano though, since he represents a segment of the population, which, while often flamboyant here in the City doesn't get represented enough. Alioto I would probably vote for if the choice was between her and a conservative.       All in all, it will probably be an interesting turnout and we'll see what happens after today. Stay tuned...

Was back at my new favorite burrito place near my apartment today and got myself a simply lovely Pollo Verde Super Buritto.       As I was wantonly watching my feast be made, some crazy white guy walks in and gets a super burrito as well, but without beans and guacamole. He also got it as a vegetarian. In my head I was thinking "Gringo, no frijoles?!! Frijoles hechen el burrito!"       What's up with these white people who run around getting what end being glorified crepes that they're calling burritos. This is sick sick sick. If you don't like a burrito, then don't get a burrito!       Now, there's nothing wrong with skipping items on a Chima Chunga. That, afterall is not the most authentic of Mexican cuisine, but the burrito, come on, you must embrace the black beans. You must lovingly let the guacamole saturate your mouth. If not, go get a hot dog, buddy.       We're really spoiled here in California whith what is usually great Mexican food. Some of my favorite places are down in the SF Mission District, but that's a bit of a haul to get a $5 dish. But, even being surrounded by Mexican culture, or maybe a more correct way of saying it is immersed in Mexican culture (California was afterall Mexican land) it cracks me up how ignorant some people are of Spanish words. Most of us are guilty of saying things like Va-lay-hoe when it should be said Vay-ay-hoe. There are some people that really are goofballs when it comes to Spanish words, such as this one woman in front of my at a drive through (yes, it was corporate Mexican food, bad me) and she ordered a Ques-a-dil-la. Truly lovely.       So, that's my short spiel about the beauty of Mexican food as I sit here still tasting the tomatoes and cilanthro on my tongue. Perhaps I'll mention my "love" of Chevy's as some point...

Don't know if you've ever heard Mandarin yelled at hysterical levels, but much like food poisoning, I wouldn't wish it on anyone.       I bring this up, because earlier, a Chinese woman decided to scream at someone across the street. In all fairness though, I can't think of any language that reaches a state of eloquence when screamed. Mandarin though, gets a particular cadence to it that, in this woman's case was accentuated by a plastic bucket she was slamming aginst the door to the building of the person she was yelling at.       I don't really know how she kept it up for as long as she did (20 minutes or so) since after yelling "Hey, what were you thinking!" I'd be forced into a coughing fit if I were to keep up the string of verbosity that she was. Maybe she was getting weak here and there as the bucket started aiding her sentences, kind of being a period to emphasize her point whatever that was.       So, I guess if you do need to scream at someone, make sure to take a kitchen item, since it could help to get you point across. Banging and hitting are, afterall a universal language.

Okay, so I'm a little mystified as to why certain people will call you with their caller ID blocking on. For some reason, they have decided that they want to make sure that you can't call them back. I find this mysterious to say the least. Some of them will leave voicemail, but the vast majority won't and so you have no way to reach them.       So, I pose a call to arms and say that if you have a phone with caller ID (almost all new cellphones do) and you get a call from someone who witholds their number, don't answer the call. We must force these subversive individuals into unblocking their numbers. We must make them reachable and accountable for their outgoing calls!       Or don't. It was just something on my mind since I know two people who do this and they both called me last night.       Hope you had a good Halloween!