Dispatches from San Francisco + Sit & Write #18

Greetings, friends!

Last Friday after work I went straight to the airport to catch a flight to San Francisco, arriving around midnight. Crashed hard and the next day accompanied Zach to a marathon of readings, the first at a contemporary museum in Berkeley and the second in an alleyway in San Francisco's Financial District at 34 Trinity, a pop-up bookstore composed entirely of a rented window display and 3 or so bookshelves. So, basically the full spectrum. Both events featured readings from the Lou Sullivan book and were well-attended by a variety of people Lou would have fawned over: men in leather, androgynous beauties in neon polyester, intergenerational lovers of all stripes, academics and artists and geeks and cool kids and punk rockers. A perfect cross-section of the region. 

One funny anecdote: during the aforementioned alleyway reading, a totally clueless guy on a rented electric scooter buzzed through the middle of the reading, in the narrow gap between the performers and the …