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Well, maybe not so brilliant as I can remember the words on this billboard alongside the Bay Bridge in San Francisco, but I can't remember the company that put it up. Whatever the case, it was genius in a pure form.       Basically, all it said was, "Somewhere, someone is playing bongo drums." or something to that effect as I can't remember the exact wording. But what's awesome is that to me, this means that yes, someone is playing bongo drums (see yesterday's post) and I hate them. I want to get as far away from them as possible and thus want to travel. To those who do like bongos and the degenerates that can't bang out a rhythm to save their bearded, soap-avoiding skins, this is a welcome call to travel where these folks are.       Superb. You read it as you feel it should be, but have the same reaction--travel and thus the travel website makes money by walking the middle line. It's like what politicians do, but smarter.

Hey, wait, what's the sound? There's no god damned bongos around!       I realized that when out with some folks in the Haight last Friday that it was wonderfully calm and asswad free. It was only once the thought of, "Hey maybe the Haight isn't so bad anymore." had started to set in that someone pointed out Burning Man was happening and all of our caucasian dreadlocked breathren were there, not here. Thank god. Thank effin' god.       I've never been to Burning Man, so how can I malign it so much? Simple. I've met tons of folks who go (since SF is the birthplace of it and something of a nexus) and rarely if every do I get along with them. The more hardcore they are, the punchable they seem to me. Spending a week in the desert of Nevada with these folks is appealing to me about as much as falling off my roof.       Sure, it started out good and from what pics I've seen of the art from years past, it looked pretty cool. I like people trying things and experimenting. I should do more of it myself than I do. But, given what I've seen lately and the crowds that are going, it makes me happy that there is a spot where all these choads can gather and "burn" together.       So, here is to a quiet, less beardly San Francisco for a little while. And with the Bay Bridge being partially closed this three weekend, this place is gonna be awesome! Ugh, but just wait for the patchouli stank to get back in town. I better live it up in the meantime!