A Saturday of cleaning, tidying, and purging. Too many books not wanted by the awful Aardvark hastily dropped at the ever welcoming Out of the Closet. Another bad brunch at Cafe Flore (food slightly better than the sea of ugly and banal filling in and out), will I never learn? To the Mission tomorrow in search of energy and life and perhaps a new bag from the fab Japanese designer (I just can't be another Chrome clone or a would messenger in custom Timbuk2 and my last Tumi was just too much bag so again I go to toward to slightly kinky and assuredly Kooky Japanese designer Hideo Wakamatsu.

Tonight a quiet effort at to dos post Ashtanga Yoga and pre-dinner/video in. Still working out the hyperbolic as a theory of being. But soon wisdom will poor forth from here.