ode to dave's giant hamburgers

On the ride yesterday from Davis to Fairfield

I thought about stopping by Dave's again.

Yes, I was going slow...

But finally arrived. Quite possibly the best burger this side of, oh I don't know, pick your landmark. And I was saddened to learn that Dave had left us a few years back. Hope they keep it up. Thanks, Dave.

Streetstuff III

Lots of recent posts have leaned more on the word than on the image, and more on the "caffeinated" than the "nomadic". And that sentence would ring truer if there had been recent posts. Perhaps a return to the street, and foregrounding the image, would help this blog out a little bit.

These photos taken a week ago on a walk down from the corner of Ashby and Adeline to San Pablo and 65th, in the realm that is South Berkeley and North Oakland and a little of Emeryville too.

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the tonewoods @ cafe azul

suffered up hwy 101 this afternoon but was amply rewarded with sunny and breezy afternoon weather, a beer sampler at the russian river brewpub, and several productive hours at spacious cafe azul to the smooth sounds of the tonewoods. now for the road back...

smooth space in strada?

Has it really been three weeks or so since the last post? Much has transpired since then, much time spent offline and much online time spent on sites like Twitter and Facebook where the turnstiles move much more quickly than here. But it's liberating to be able to write even that last sentence, which I'm guessing might tip the scales at over 140 characters. Which makes me think, ironically, of a great tweet: "Blogging on an honest-to-goodness blog like taking off one's shoes and stretching out at the end of a long day". Though I might have to remove some of the intermediary verbiage.

Today I feel like I both want and need this space (is there an English word that encompasses both 'want' and 'need'? how many songs can you think of that put these two into sequence, usually in that order--"I want you, I need you, I love you...") as a place to blow off steam as I try to trudge through 600 or so words on the article-that-is-dissertation chapter I'm working on, on the interface. For the last week or so I've been tossing around some ideas on Deleuze and Guattari's concepts of smooth and striated space, and today's one of the days when we'll see if we can make something happen with it.

Perhaps a little academic liveblogging? This is as much exercise for the fingers and the mind that it is actual writing--these words are quire devoid of content, but, then again, who actually reads this blog anyway?

• 2:42pm.