A Little Under the Rainy Weather

Back in Cafe La Boheme. I had to get out of the ruckus of the remodeled/remodeling flat. Painters are there today, Magill's back in a cage so as not to annoy them (so she's bitching constantly), and I'm fighting off a bit of sickness. I think it's just from lack of sleep during the whole moving process, and it seems to be going away. Coffee helps.

There's a table full of socialists right by me, perusing their copies of the Socialist Worker. Reminds me of Austin. The town, not any of the three people named Austin that I knew in Austin. But I digress. I got a bad impression of socialists en masse while I was in Austin. The stupid thing is, I got that impression from activists I knew that talked shit about the ISO. I really know very little about them. Maybe I should become a socialist. I'm still trying to meet new people.

It's rainy. It's been rainy. The nice woman who is letting me stay in her apartment told me that it's very rainy in San Francisco from about mid-December through February. I don't mind. I got a water-resistant Calvin Klein jacket for Christmas.

Yesterday I met a girl who teaches neo-tribal sensual middle eastern dancing. Through serendipitous synchronicity (is that redundant? it sounds nice), I found out that she went to elementary school in Oregon with a friend of mine from Austin. I happened to be reading an email from the Austin friend while I was talking to her. The world really is small. At least the world of people I seem to meet. Maybe that means I'm narrow-minded, as are all of my friends. Nah.

Dad should be in Colorado or something right about now. I hope he's well in the Caravan, en route home to San Antone!