Back in San Francisco, hoorah. Just finished an exquisite drive back with Roxana, which means on this weekend trip I've created an amazing two friendships, one with Shamboo, one with Roxana. I guess that's another positive of the Ashram, as an atom for us electrons to orbit and bond with the similarly charged.

Roxana drunk on yoga

It's funny, I feel like I met Roxana at a bar with both of us drunk, and it'll seem strange to see her again in San Francisco, me all sober and unyogic and harried and manic. Wild.

me drunk in a bar

Now driving through the busy streets, I'm finding it impossible not to read all the damn logos and billboards. They're everywhere tearing at my attention, trying to make me distracted and unfocused and unbalanced. I dare you not to read a billboard or a logo for 10 minutes. It takes a boggling amount of mind control, like meditation.

Funny, I try not to look at logos, and I find I can't even look at people, since they're all wearing them. Maybe we should retire the old phrase "concrete jungle" and use "logo landscapes" instead.

Aaaaaah, home.