It's now happening over at the Sea of Seltzer.

Me? Nothing much, really. Just baking bread.

My kind of guy.

When it's all just humming along, you fly to California, watch World Cup beside a live chicken standing in a shopping cart, browse fine comestibles in the Ferry Building, walk the perimeter of a decommissioned Navy Base, hold a very nice baby, brutalize a drum set, eat more curry than even exists, inhale eucalyptus, see Pavement al fresco, wince at the A-Team, sing the standards, and walk the hills that are piled on top of other hills.