Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Monday, July 30, 2007
the kind of news I like
SFist reports that a limo got beached on Potrero Hill. I hate those giant gas-guzzlers, so often a menace when they venture into the neighborhoods like mine, with narrow, curving streets.