And here’s the fabled City Lights bookstore, one of the most famous (and rightly so) purveyors of reading materials in the world. I made my pilgrimage there after a day of hearing jargon-filled discussions of SOA and open source and frameworks and the like, and breathing in that musty bookshop air was a good way to clear my head. Though City Lights certainly represents well its history as the publisher of Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl” and “Kaddish” and other key Beat works, it’s no museum piece; its shelves are packed with new and exciting things. I didn’t have much room in my suitcase, so I left just with Kelly Link’s Trampoline anothology; if my luggage and wallet could have stood the stress, I’d have left with much more.
I’m on autopilot this weekend, as we head up north for our first camping trip of the year.