i feel anxious about tomorrow's mad desperate dash to purchase two radiohead tickets. i've never wanted to go to a concert so badly until now. other artists who i dream of rocking to live: dj shadow and unkle, lovage, flaming lips, sonic youth, and typical cats. by-the-by, there is not one but two cheesecakes in the fridge... it's a beautiful time to have a good metabolism. i really want to watch the vietnam war documentary - hearts and minds - that i bought. soon, very soon. i might have to watch it by myself, most likely, the dvds that i own are not for all tastes.

i explored south of market yesterday. damn beautiful city, damn sad city. there's so much sadness in the streets. it's total bullshit how the city is trying to remarket the entire area as a trendy artsy fartsy bourgeois district. a brand new trendy alumminum lofts sits side-by-side a dusty collapsing overcrowded apartment building and guess who's moving out and who's moving in. the streets are filled with the lonely. ginsberg has always been right, there are the starving, the hysterical, the naked... but no one really notices anyone anymore.

anyways, i'm off to bed. to all you cats waking up early to buy radiohead tickets, good luck and see you in the front row.