Setting: a mom ‘n pop corner store near Janna’s place. Janna checks out the stuff on the counter while the clerk rings up her Orangina.

Janna: Is this pomegranate gum any good?
Clerk: Everything in the store is good.

Scary + beautiful.

What I like about this, aside from the colors (can you tell I have a color fetish?), is that you can’t tell at first glance whether the stairs are going up, or in a bridge-like arc, or down. My initial take was the latter, but the sign argues otherwise.

The almighty Björk.

My sister-in-law’s pic. She and my brother are knitting fiends.

My friend Lian, photographed by my friend Brooke, who not only takes fantastic pics but also helped me figure out which camera to buy.

Self-portrait.

My nephew.

Enough said.

Rubber stamp at my sister’s house.

Shameless. Courtesy the aforementioned nephew.

Spending a large proportion of my time in front of the computer has resulted in strange adaptive behavior. Case in point: while staring at the above map, I instinctively tried to activate a mental Command + F directive to speed up my map analysis.

Once upon a time there was a fairy princess named Lorena. Princess Lorena was imprisoned by the Evil King Hardage in the Woodfin Castle in a Kingdom called Emeryville. She was made to scrub and polish and vacuum at whirlwind speed, so fast that she could barely see. Even worse, the modest allowance she received was barely enough to cover her basic needs, never mind a doctor to look at her achy back.

After many years of this treatment, a ray of light appeared. The Kingdom of Emeryville had begun toying with the idea of Democracy, and its subjects were cautiously allowed an opinion as to the treatment of imprisoned fairy princesses. The Kingdom decreed that said persons should be paid no less than $9 hourly, and that they should not be required to clean at whirlwind speed but instead at a reasonable, steady pace.

This was excellent news for Princess Lorena. She whirled of her own accord – a whirl of glee, not of backbreaking, underpaid labor. Unfortunately, King Hardage wasn’t nearly as happy. He simmered and stewed and plotted and planned until he came up with an idea: he would ignore the decree. He was King, after all, and had lots of money and power and, well, aren’t kings supposed to be evil?

Princess Lorena sighed and continued scrubbing and polishing and vacuuming, still at whirlwind speed and still for a modest allowance. However, she began to notice something: there were other fairy princesses in the Woodfin Castle, and a few princes, and even a good witch or two. They were all victims of the evil King Hardage, and together they could outwit him. They simmered and stewed and plotted and planned until they came up with an idea: they would work in solidarity until they were treated justly. They held press conferences! They signed petitions! The spoke to the People, and demanded that the decree be upheld.

The princesses and princes and good witches enraged King Hardage. His wrath was felt from one end of the Kingdom to the other. The People were scared, and forgot about their decree. Princess Lorena and her friends were terrified, but they knew that their cause was just. They bravely stood their ground, until King Hardage threw them out of the Woodfin Castle, claiming that they were in the wrong Kingdom anyway and that he didn’t know why he had imprisoned them in the first place.

Well, there’s one thing scarier than being overworked and underpaid, and that’s not working and not being paid. But the Princess and her friends bravely carried on, supporting those who were left in the Castle, and demanding the money they were owed. King Hardage became even more furious, and summoned an army that he called Immigration and Customs Enforcement. The army, which was comprised of a vicious group of hooligans, did its very best to scare everyone away. Princess Lorena and her friends were again terrified, but still they knew their cause was just.

The next part is yet to come, but the Princess and her friends need your help! Pay close attention to the clues, and you’ll see what to do.

All the people in the Kingdom and in the kingdoms all around it gathered together to say that they would not tolerate worker injustice! They insisted that the Woodfin Castle pay the money owed to the workers who had scrubbed and polished and vacuumed at whirlwind speed. They met on Monday, November 17th, 2008, beginning at 5 PM at the Woodfin Castle, which is located at 5800 Shellmound Street in the Kingdom of Emeryville. They marched and picketed and yelled until they were heard all through the land, and then they arrived at the Emeryville City Council meeting to demand that the decree be upheld.

Princess Lorena and her friends were awarded their back pay, and even returned to their jobs. They didn’t forget their struggle, though. The lived happily ever after, in solidarity with all workers in all kingdoms everywhere.

Source: my new favorite corner of the internets, xkcd.

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Obama won the presidential election tonight! Aside from being thrilled and relieved, I’m also now free to reflect on the political climate in my current locale.

Living in San Francisco is like being on another planet. To use the popular color-based analysis of political leanings, my world is blue. Naming a sewage plant after a US president, no matter how incompetent that individual may be, is just plain weird. Having a ballot measure that would legalize prostitution — with the goal of protecting sex workers, not increasing the tax base — is also pretty crazy. Crazy in a good, forward-thinking way, though.

I can safely say that every one of my 26 coworkers voted Democrat, even though I am not employed by a social justice organization. I can also report that I haven’t seen a single McCain poster, brochure, magnet, or other such endorsement in the entire city. Not one, from the beginning to the end of the campaign. I know there are Republicans in San Francisco — maybe 5 or so? However, I have no idea where they’re hiding. While this is admittedly an indicator of my affinity for certain areas, it’s still pretty bizzare. I’ve lived in nine cities in six states, and I’ve never before observed a total lack of bipartisanship.

The politics of the rest of the country are clearly not reflected here, maybe to the point of being statistically impossible. I also acknowledge that, in this culture, it is probably difficult to be conservative. But guess what? I like it here. I like it a lot. I like the fact that, having seen a college classmate burst into tears after hearing a homophobic diatribe from a future Miss America, I live in a city where a newsworthy problem is this: the Castro is so gay its residents can’t live in peace, because buses full of gaping tourists won’t leave them alone. I also like that our wacky mayor with his wacky hair has been mocked and/or vilified for everything from banning bottled water at City Hall to disallowing drugstores from selling tobacco products.

I know that the world, including San Francisco, can always be a better place. There is work that must be done to make that happen. Tonight, though, I am taking a step back to say that I love being here. Thank you, San Francisco, for being so improbably cozy.

Happy Election Day! Sadly, this time around there are no Medical Anthropologists on the ballot, but San Francisco does have a measure proposing that the sewage plant be renamed in honor of George W. Bush. However, I must say that neither anthropologists nor sewage plants quite live up to San Francisco’s attempt last year to have the federally controlled island of Alcatraz designated a “Peace Center”.

Seriously, though, this year has been pretty intense. I just cast 8 federal, 13 state, and 22 city/county votes via absentee ballot, and there’s a lot at stake. From Obama to yet another attempt to require parental notification for abortion to EVIL DISCRIMINATORY HOMOPHOBIA (Prop 8 makes me a tiny bit livid), we’ve got enough crazy stuff out there to make me nervous. However, I did remember to maximize the utilization of my available resources (a corporate-sounding word for “friends”) while choosing my voting strategy. Many thanks to Brooke, Sanjay, and Google!

In other news: check out this picture of George Bush eating a kitten.