Aug/070
in the night, in my dreams i talk to you
My blog posts lately have resembled long IM conversations with myself. I apologize.
6:12am, I am ignoring the fact that I am back at the cube farm in a few hours.
I was going to post something making fun of the Bicycle Music Festival that I accidentally attended part of at Dolores Park on Saturday except I re-read their mission statement and it doesn't seem that funny anymore. Oh yeah, except that part about how their "bicycle based music" is the ultimate democracy. Or as they say, "With the power of audience veto built in to the festival, it quite literally puts all the power in the hands (and feet) of the audience: democracy at its healthiest you might say."
I might say that, but I won't.
Ride your fuckin' bike if you want to, I don't care but the whole thing (especially the awful song lyrics about the bike revolution) just made me want to drive. Mostly because I am very contrary. And because I think mass transit is more important.
I BRIEFLY contemplated following the bike music festival to gestalt haus (their next spot) to pick up some environmentally friendly booty, but then I realized I'd have to talk to them, so I got drunk at Fly Bar instead.
I prefer skateboarders and reckless drivers, anyway.