Let The Sun Shine In

Or is it 'let the sunshine in'?

stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time - Jack Kerouac, On The Road

(Kerouac demonstrates how he can say something so beautiful and then completely kill it with a cliche pseudo-intuitive line like 'afternoon of time'. and i remembered it as the city sitting on her eleven hills, which I personally think is better [lol] - nevertheless, kerouac was the one who induced the birth of my frantic-ness. FRANtic-ness)

Yesterday was excellent. met up with jing jing and, later on, jason in san francisco. it is a beautiful beautiful city with rolling hills and haight st, which is basically the hippie st mark's (complete with overpriced hippie/punk clothes and patches). the homeless are nice and the shopping is better. chinatown was clean! went to rasputin, a goodwill store, and amoeba music (which is basically heaven). i found switched-on bach in a $1 bin in the goodwill store! ahhh! i also got the who's quadrophenia - gabba gabba ahhh - and the complete ninth symphony, yess! i am dying to get back to my room now...

i also watched HAIR again, which i used to be obsessed with - so so good! anti-war new york hippies and l.s.d. make for excellency.

i am now submitting my poetry + prose to the columbia review (cross fingers) and hoping to be employed by books inc. packing my too many things into a teeny bag, planning a possible wrist tattoo (the chinese character for tu2 [second tone] - picture - hmm lemme see if i can find it...): 圖

so pretty. but means nothing special to me. i just really like the symmetry. it is pleasing to my eye like 11:11