I don't know what the conversation was about up to this point, but I overheard a woman at Slice of Life say to her table-mate: "He was wearing a sweatshirt with an om on it, what do you expect?"
A worker at Rite-Aid told me a guy came in asking her if there was a pawn shop in Sebastopol. She told him she really didn't think there was one around here, maybe in Santa Rosa. "I kid you not, he pulled out a big bag of crystals. He was trying to pawn crystals. I thought, if you're trying to do that, this would be the right downtown to be looking for a pawn shop."
I pulled up behind a truck with a large picture of a vodka bottle, noting it was gluten-free. In all fairness, the truck was probably not from Sebastopol. But I was relieved to know I could buy gluten-free hard alcohol. (A number of years ago I saw an ad for vodka, stating that it was "low carb." The vodka advertisers stay on top of the current trends. Maybe next week I will discover vodka with chia seeds.)
At a small gathering I ended up talking with a friend of a friend who mentioned she had read several of my blog posts. "I thought you must be exaggerating some of these stories until I took my five year-old to a group play date at the park, and couldn't believe how the kids gave him horrified looks when we pulled out 'real' gummy bears. Not organic, fruit-sweetened Whole Foods type of gummies, like the other kiddos had, along with their edamame and kale chips. These were the real deals. One of the kids pointed to them and told my son these were 'very bad for you,' and he wasn't allowed to eat poison."
"How was the workshop?"
"SNAGs galore."
Another friend also told me about S-SNAGs, which means "sexual-spiritual new age guy." A term she and her roommate came up with after attending a tantra retreat.
Sitting in downtown Santa Rosa with a former neighbor, we watched a few strange interactions of passers-by (several drug addicts, two smokers who stopped right in front of our table and a very hostile guy on a bike) after which she observed, "I don't think we are in Sebastopol any more."
Friend #1: "I didn't really know what chakras were til I moved to west county."
Friend #2: "I didn't know what chakras were til I started reading Cami's blog!"
And the license plates continue:
GO HIKIN
RAIN DNC
COZMO JO
RAW MAMA
A humorous blog about Sebastopol encounters
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Sugar-free treats and other west county horrors
I don't know what it is about Halloween that seems to bring out the Sebastopol moments in abundance. I stopped by the Grateful Bagel the day before Halloween and had just missed someone announcing, "I don't celebrate Halloween, I celebrate Day of the Dead." A customer was complaining how you couldn't bring up any f-ing holiday around here without offending someone. She had worked at a small restaurant and mistakenly upset a whole table by wishing them "a happy Fourth." According to her, even Presidents Day was dicey, and of course it was wise to go nowhere near Christmas.
Somebody holding several bagels asked me if I was the blog lady (although I thought she said "blah lady," and I was much more intrigued with that premise), which launched some interesting commentary:
One man told me his neighbors have a sign on their front door which reads, Trick-or-treaters welcome, but beware all candy is sugar-free.
Another woman mentioned a Waldorf class in which the students had to dress up as either a plant or animal, and one of the boys wanted to be scary and asked his mom if he could at least be poison oak.
Her husband said there is a banner a few doors down on a fence that says, BE LOVE. But on Halloween they somehow cross out the LOVE and it reads BE SPOOKY for a night.
An ex-co-worker showed me a picture of her friend's son, who dressed up as a non-organic banana - scary because he was a GMO banana and full of toxins.
Another former co-worker was invited to a party in which one had to dress up as a goddess, a Tarot archetype or a woodland creature. She said the most creative attendee was dressed as a Hanging Man/bat.
A friend of mine who works at Whole Foods made a joke about seeing me twice in one day. Then added, "That is nothing. There are people I see who come in for breakfast, lunch and an afternoon drink. And sometimes they have dinner here, too."
We both wondered if they ever actually leave Whole Foods parking lot.
Standing in line at Community Market, a female customer announced:
"Good, my pizza card is full. I can trade it with my roommate for chlorella powder."
And this evening, back at Community Market, a cashier and I were examining two herb-infused chocolate drinks I was purchasing, trying to determine if they were identical. The containers didn't look exactly alike, but he pointed out the only difference between the two was one said "Fair Trade" and the other said "Ethically Sourced."
"What is the difference between fair trade and sourced ethically?" I asked, out of curiosity.
"I have no idea."
Points of distinction in Sebastopol.
An acquaintance was telling me about her property, on which there are 10 different renters in cottages and small houses. There is a small meeting place where they hang up notes for each other. Her water heater had gone out twice, so she posted a note asking for info about water heaters, but apparently her "t" looked like an "l" and she got responses about water healers: two people asking what water healers are, another land-mate referring her to an herbalist who practices Native American medicine, one telling her about a massage therapist whose massage is very "watery" and another recommending a watsu specialist to her.
I asked how many responses she got when she corrected the message to water heater. "Just one," she said, laughing. "I hadn't thought about that til now. There were a lot more suggestions being left for me when they thought I was asking about water healers. Whatever those are!"
License plates:
HOHM PLT
HLF SPD
ORCA LVE
SHAMAN9
NO 2WEAT
Somebody holding several bagels asked me if I was the blog lady (although I thought she said "blah lady," and I was much more intrigued with that premise), which launched some interesting commentary:
One man told me his neighbors have a sign on their front door which reads, Trick-or-treaters welcome, but beware all candy is sugar-free.
Another woman mentioned a Waldorf class in which the students had to dress up as either a plant or animal, and one of the boys wanted to be scary and asked his mom if he could at least be poison oak.
Her husband said there is a banner a few doors down on a fence that says, BE LOVE. But on Halloween they somehow cross out the LOVE and it reads BE SPOOKY for a night.
An ex-co-worker showed me a picture of her friend's son, who dressed up as a non-organic banana - scary because he was a GMO banana and full of toxins.
Another former co-worker was invited to a party in which one had to dress up as a goddess, a Tarot archetype or a woodland creature. She said the most creative attendee was dressed as a Hanging Man/bat.
A friend of mine who works at Whole Foods made a joke about seeing me twice in one day. Then added, "That is nothing. There are people I see who come in for breakfast, lunch and an afternoon drink. And sometimes they have dinner here, too."
We both wondered if they ever actually leave Whole Foods parking lot.
Standing in line at Community Market, a female customer announced:
"Good, my pizza card is full. I can trade it with my roommate for chlorella powder."
And this evening, back at Community Market, a cashier and I were examining two herb-infused chocolate drinks I was purchasing, trying to determine if they were identical. The containers didn't look exactly alike, but he pointed out the only difference between the two was one said "Fair Trade" and the other said "Ethically Sourced."
"What is the difference between fair trade and sourced ethically?" I asked, out of curiosity.
"I have no idea."
Points of distinction in Sebastopol.
An acquaintance was telling me about her property, on which there are 10 different renters in cottages and small houses. There is a small meeting place where they hang up notes for each other. Her water heater had gone out twice, so she posted a note asking for info about water heaters, but apparently her "t" looked like an "l" and she got responses about water healers: two people asking what water healers are, another land-mate referring her to an herbalist who practices Native American medicine, one telling her about a massage therapist whose massage is very "watery" and another recommending a watsu specialist to her.
I asked how many responses she got when she corrected the message to water heater. "Just one," she said, laughing. "I hadn't thought about that til now. There were a lot more suggestions being left for me when they thought I was asking about water healers. Whatever those are!"
License plates:
HOHM PLT
HLF SPD
ORCA LVE
SHAMAN9
NO 2WEAT
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Granolier than thou
In front of Whole Foods late one evening two gentlemen were conversing next to me. One was a photographer and another photographer had been talking to them a few minutes before. "That was an interesting coincidence that you were both photographers," one man observed. The other replied, "Well, it's not that much of a coincidence."
To which the first man responded: "It's a much bigger coincidence than two massage therapists who would have sat down at the same time."
I mentioned I wrote a blog about Sebastopol and the non-photographer told me when he tells others where he lives they will say things such as, "Those Sebastopolians, they think they are so entitled." His response, "No, they don't think they are entitled. Some believe they are anointed, though." (Self-anointed, we practically uttered at the same time.)
And I can't remember the exact context but he was talking to a student about some people at Sonoma State and the woman retorted, "Well... some people are more granolier-than-thou."
From my neighbor Daniela:
"I told the Kiddo that we would be going to the Sebastopol Community Center for the Valley Fire Benefit. I said there would be music and dancing..."
Her reply, "Will there be hippies there?"
Daniela: "Probably. Why?"
Her: "Because I like hippies... What's a hippy?"
The weekend before the eclipse I was walking at Ragle park, talking to a couple. We were commenting how full the moon was and I asked if the eclipse was Saturday night or Sunday night. The guy replied, "As a citizen of west county, I feel like I should know that. But I don't."
.
Whole Foods has had some changes, as the supplements section has moved into a space of its own. Two cashiers were joking about the rearranged aisles, and one brought up seeing macrame the other day.
"I can't deal with all these changes! Why are we selling macrame?" she wanted to know.
The other cashier speculated, "This is the Sebastopol store. Maybe it is helpful for balancing your chakras."
I was walking toward Whole Foods and saw a pair of young teen boys fly past the produce, one smacking a cantaloupe and causing it to fall, crash and split open. Another woman and I stared at each other for a few seconds as we approached each other, with looks on our faces as if trying to register that we did actually just see a teen knock produce to the ground. As she went past me, she relayed, "That's what being a 'bad boy' in Sebastopol is, I guess."
A group of us were group-chatting about an upcoming birthday brunch and one woman described drinking yerba mate everyday and how her mother thinks it is an addiction.
Me: "Well, Sebastopol would be one cracked-out town if that is the case!"
Somehow this led to talking about other Peruvian plant drinks and she mentioned ayahuasca, adding #cvssebastopol at the end of her message.
"Lol... CVS or Rite-aid in Sebastopol may have ayahuasca. Or at the very least Whole Foods."
License plates, the continuing saga:
NLITEN UP
MOK TANS
OUTER PT
B OHMM
To which the first man responded: "It's a much bigger coincidence than two massage therapists who would have sat down at the same time."
I mentioned I wrote a blog about Sebastopol and the non-photographer told me when he tells others where he lives they will say things such as, "Those Sebastopolians, they think they are so entitled." His response, "No, they don't think they are entitled. Some believe they are anointed, though." (Self-anointed, we practically uttered at the same time.)
And I can't remember the exact context but he was talking to a student about some people at Sonoma State and the woman retorted, "Well... some people are more granolier-than-thou."
From my neighbor Daniela:
"I told the Kiddo that we would be going to the Sebastopol Community Center for the Valley Fire Benefit. I said there would be music and dancing..."
Her reply, "Will there be hippies there?"
Daniela: "Probably. Why?"
Her: "Because I like hippies... What's a hippy?"
The weekend before the eclipse I was walking at Ragle park, talking to a couple. We were commenting how full the moon was and I asked if the eclipse was Saturday night or Sunday night. The guy replied, "As a citizen of west county, I feel like I should know that. But I don't."
.
Whole Foods has had some changes, as the supplements section has moved into a space of its own. Two cashiers were joking about the rearranged aisles, and one brought up seeing macrame the other day.
"I can't deal with all these changes! Why are we selling macrame?" she wanted to know.
The other cashier speculated, "This is the Sebastopol store. Maybe it is helpful for balancing your chakras."
I was walking toward Whole Foods and saw a pair of young teen boys fly past the produce, one smacking a cantaloupe and causing it to fall, crash and split open. Another woman and I stared at each other for a few seconds as we approached each other, with looks on our faces as if trying to register that we did actually just see a teen knock produce to the ground. As she went past me, she relayed, "That's what being a 'bad boy' in Sebastopol is, I guess."
A group of us were group-chatting about an upcoming birthday brunch and one woman described drinking yerba mate everyday and how her mother thinks it is an addiction.
Me: "Well, Sebastopol would be one cracked-out town if that is the case!"
Somehow this led to talking about other Peruvian plant drinks and she mentioned ayahuasca, adding #cvssebastopol at the end of her message.
"Lol... CVS or Rite-aid in Sebastopol may have ayahuasca. Or at the very least Whole Foods."
License plates, the continuing saga:
NLITEN UP
MOK TANS
OUTER PT
B OHMM
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Divas vs. the goddess
I was with my young niece on a kid's horse ride outside a market and I asked her where she was going on the horse.
"For a ride."
Where to?
"Whole Foods."
Me (after laughing for a moment): "And what are you going to get at Whole Foods?"
"A special drink. Something with coconut water in it. And a special drink for the horse, too."
Favorite recent Facebook post (thanks Elise):
A man sitting outside Community Market, sighing, talking on his phone: "Yes... there are a lot of divas in Sebastopol..."
"Mom, am I allergic to gluten-free? Because I had gluten-free today."
My young niece has also taken to telling me, when I eat at her house, that something doesn't have dairy in it as I can't have dairy. It is very sweet, and often I'm eating things such as steamed green beans or quinoa when I'm there. But I did notice recently she informed me some black bean tacos didn't have dairy, and they actually had melted cheese.
I asked her if the rice and veggies were dairy-free and she said yes, which was true. Then I asked her if ice cream is dairy-free and she said yes.
"Do you know what dairy is?"
"No," she said. "What is it?"
And another from a woman I was helping out in the kitchen, preparing for a tantra workshop. Another female flitted in and talked to us for a few minutes, using the word goddess liberally about others and herself. When she left, I noted to the woman I was cutting mangos with: "I don't think I could ever refer to myself as a goddess."
She chortled and replied, "I think most women who use the word goddess a lot are really talking about divas, not goddesses. But don't repeat that here, this is not a diva-free zone."
Which reminded me of a "historical" quote from a former co-worker and Sebastopol resident: "I liked the word 'goddess' until I moved here."
There were many people around here in deep mourning for Harbin Hot Springs which was destroyed in the Valley Fire. I did have my own humorous Harbin story, from years ago. It was the first time I went, and having just moved to the northbay from Palo Alto I was still acclimating to Sonoma County. It was a stretch for me to go, still shedding elements of the conservative religion I was raised in. My friend said, "No pressure, just take a bathing suit and wear it. Nobody will care." I felt like I stuck out all day with the suit, and probably had more stares because I was actually clothed. After a long afternoon sitting in the May sun I was in the changing room hiding in the corner. Out of the blue, in the middle of changing (i.e. wearing next to nothing) a dude exclaims: "Look at her sunburn!" I didn't even realize he was talking about me until 30+ people turned around to look at my sunburn. After walking around all day in a swimsuit, a one-piece no less, it was definitely unexpected to have dozens of people scrutinizing my tan line. For me it wasn't the pools. That was my Harbin baptism.
(apparently my main hobby now is license plate gazing:)
MR MAPLE
MMOO MOO
NO GAS NO
"For a ride."
Where to?
"Whole Foods."
Me (after laughing for a moment): "And what are you going to get at Whole Foods?"
"A special drink. Something with coconut water in it. And a special drink for the horse, too."
Favorite recent Facebook post (thanks Elise):
A man sitting outside Community Market, sighing, talking on his phone: "Yes... there are a lot of divas in Sebastopol..."
"Mom, am I allergic to gluten-free? Because I had gluten-free today."
My young niece has also taken to telling me, when I eat at her house, that something doesn't have dairy in it as I can't have dairy. It is very sweet, and often I'm eating things such as steamed green beans or quinoa when I'm there. But I did notice recently she informed me some black bean tacos didn't have dairy, and they actually had melted cheese.
I asked her if the rice and veggies were dairy-free and she said yes, which was true. Then I asked her if ice cream is dairy-free and she said yes.
"Do you know what dairy is?"
"No," she said. "What is it?"
And another from a woman I was helping out in the kitchen, preparing for a tantra workshop. Another female flitted in and talked to us for a few minutes, using the word goddess liberally about others and herself. When she left, I noted to the woman I was cutting mangos with: "I don't think I could ever refer to myself as a goddess."
She chortled and replied, "I think most women who use the word goddess a lot are really talking about divas, not goddesses. But don't repeat that here, this is not a diva-free zone."
Which reminded me of a "historical" quote from a former co-worker and Sebastopol resident: "I liked the word 'goddess' until I moved here."
There were many people around here in deep mourning for Harbin Hot Springs which was destroyed in the Valley Fire. I did have my own humorous Harbin story, from years ago. It was the first time I went, and having just moved to the northbay from Palo Alto I was still acclimating to Sonoma County. It was a stretch for me to go, still shedding elements of the conservative religion I was raised in. My friend said, "No pressure, just take a bathing suit and wear it. Nobody will care." I felt like I stuck out all day with the suit, and probably had more stares because I was actually clothed. After a long afternoon sitting in the May sun I was in the changing room hiding in the corner. Out of the blue, in the middle of changing (i.e. wearing next to nothing) a dude exclaims: "Look at her sunburn!" I didn't even realize he was talking about me until 30+ people turned around to look at my sunburn. After walking around all day in a swimsuit, a one-piece no less, it was definitely unexpected to have dozens of people scrutinizing my tan line. For me it wasn't the pools. That was my Harbin baptism.
(apparently my main hobby now is license plate gazing:)
MR MAPLE
MMOO MOO
NO GAS NO
Monday, September 14, 2015
Blessed truffles
I was at the police station on Saturday morning while a yoga festival was taking place in the plaza. As I was waiting, some loud microphone chanting and audience response was happening. The woman in front of me asked what was going on today in Sebastopol? The cop was very p.c. and replied, "I'm not sure," but with a look on her face that said, "Well, it's Sebastopol, so you're guess is as good as mine."
I do things as a blogger that I normally would not do. The police station exchange led me to ask a number of people in front of Whole Foods what they thought was going on across the way. (There were some booths, a big red tent, lots of flowers, some chanting and singing.)
I mostly got "Yoga something" and a few "music festival?" responses as there was singing and drumming echoing across the square. One person ventured, "Chanting for peace rally" and another: "the northern California version of Diwali."
And my favorite: "Isn't this just a normal Saturday morning in Sebastopol?"
My niece was on a tire swing with two other toddlers. They were having fun and screaming pretty loudly. At one point one of the boys bellowed, "It's too loud! Everyone stop and take a breath!" All three of them did stop for a minute and took a big breath together.
(Then they went back to screaming.)
A woman came up to me in the Barlow and asked if I wanted some dark chocolate soft candy - infused with either blackberry sage or ginger chai. Of course it was impossible to turn this down. But what made it Sebastopol-like? She explained this chocolate "medicine" was not only organic and raw, but also blessed.
At Whole Foods I overheard somebody talking about a new restaurant: "They have Kombucha on tap!"
And at Safeway: "They won't eat Ritz crackers. They are really too progressive for that."
A friend reached her Sebasto-limit. A few of the texts between us during her meltdown:
Friend: Take your chakra singing bowl and add it to the bonfire that the drum circle is pounding their drums around! And while you're at it toss in your business plan that is likely written on a napkin to launch your business as a health coach, yoga instructor or alternative healer!
Me: Business plan written on a napkin while drinking lavender tea.
Friend: My pendulum is going to swing and I'm going to become a Republican and start waving an American flag just so I can be alternative in this town!!!
Me: Vote for Trump! Start only eating things with gluten!
Favorite t-shirt:
(YOGA)
POSER
Each week I think I won't see any new license plates, but inevitably I always do...
MYSTICO
WAEL FOX
WTR FARY
I do things as a blogger that I normally would not do. The police station exchange led me to ask a number of people in front of Whole Foods what they thought was going on across the way. (There were some booths, a big red tent, lots of flowers, some chanting and singing.)
I mostly got "Yoga something" and a few "music festival?" responses as there was singing and drumming echoing across the square. One person ventured, "Chanting for peace rally" and another: "the northern California version of Diwali."
And my favorite: "Isn't this just a normal Saturday morning in Sebastopol?"
My niece was on a tire swing with two other toddlers. They were having fun and screaming pretty loudly. At one point one of the boys bellowed, "It's too loud! Everyone stop and take a breath!" All three of them did stop for a minute and took a big breath together.
(Then they went back to screaming.)
A woman came up to me in the Barlow and asked if I wanted some dark chocolate soft candy - infused with either blackberry sage or ginger chai. Of course it was impossible to turn this down. But what made it Sebastopol-like? She explained this chocolate "medicine" was not only organic and raw, but also blessed.
At Whole Foods I overheard somebody talking about a new restaurant: "They have Kombucha on tap!"
And at Safeway: "They won't eat Ritz crackers. They are really too progressive for that."
A friend reached her Sebasto-limit. A few of the texts between us during her meltdown:
Friend: Take your chakra singing bowl and add it to the bonfire that the drum circle is pounding their drums around! And while you're at it toss in your business plan that is likely written on a napkin to launch your business as a health coach, yoga instructor or alternative healer!
Me: Business plan written on a napkin while drinking lavender tea.
Friend: My pendulum is going to swing and I'm going to become a Republican and start waving an American flag just so I can be alternative in this town!!!
Me: Vote for Trump! Start only eating things with gluten!
Favorite t-shirt:
(YOGA)
POSER
Each week I think I won't see any new license plates, but inevitably I always do...
MYSTICO
WAEL FOX
WTR FARY
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
The land of conscious healing mindfulness
A woman who had moved here from the south bay was telling me about a Facebook group she joined this summer, the members being mothers of children where her daughter attends pre-school. "With all the different issues about being parents to toddlers, most of the posts and comments have been about fresh plums and zucchini. And where to buy cheap but durable yoga pants."
(Apparently the best recommendation was CVS.)
A friend was watching her sister's kids in the plaza for a few hours and sent me several texts about the experience. Here are some excerpts:
-We have competing groups, some people dancing to The Cars "Shake it Up" and some dancing to drumming. I want to see who wins.
-The drummers won.
-Now we have hula-hooping to the drums.
-Dancers now giving each other epic hugs. No.... it is a GROUP EPIC HUG. How Sebastopol is this??
Someone I knew years ago was visiting here for the weekend, and was disappointed he did not have very many "Sebastopol moments" after following my blog. (I have explained numerous times the encounters are few and far between the regular mundane moments of my life, but people don't believe me.) He was happy to hear a heated exchange about the virtues of bioflavonoids in Community Market. He also read the community board, as I had told him some of the fliers can be rather entertaining. His response: "There are a lot of classes and workshops up here that have 'conscious,' 'mindful' or 'healing' in the title. When I come back I'm going to hold a workshop called Conscious Healing Mindfulness and I think a lot of people will attend just because of the title."
I was chatting with someone who does not live in Sebastopol but goes to a gym here. At one point he made the comment: "I do the treadmill a lot. When I was at Gold's [gym] in Santa Rosa people would talk about their kids, drinking beer, shopping at Costco. The other day when I was in Sebastopol on a treadmill the two people next to me were arguing about organic greens."
Which reminded me of a conversation that took place around me, at Coaches Corner years ago (probably during the spring):
Young woman: "What date is Easter?"
Guy: "It's different every year."
Young woman: "But why?"
Guy: "I have no idea."
Second woman, on a treadmill: "It's the first Sunday after the first full moon after equinox."
Both stare at second woman blankly. Finally the guy says, "Oh. Really? Is that true?"
Second woman, "Yes, really. I don't make these things up." She walks away.
Young woman: "You're all about equinox, how come you didn't know that?"
Guy: "I like solstice, not equinox."
Young woman: "Isn't it, like, the same thing?"
Exasperated sigh. "Um.... no, it isn't."
The license plates don't stop:
EGO TRIP
PREEUS
K PEEPS
PLLW TOK
And the bumper sticker that made me laugh:
NAMASTE, BITCHES!
www.facebook.com/sebastoblog
(Apparently the best recommendation was CVS.)
A friend was watching her sister's kids in the plaza for a few hours and sent me several texts about the experience. Here are some excerpts:
-We have competing groups, some people dancing to The Cars "Shake it Up" and some dancing to drumming. I want to see who wins.
-The drummers won.
-Now we have hula-hooping to the drums.
-Dancers now giving each other epic hugs. No.... it is a GROUP EPIC HUG. How Sebastopol is this??
Someone I knew years ago was visiting here for the weekend, and was disappointed he did not have very many "Sebastopol moments" after following my blog. (I have explained numerous times the encounters are few and far between the regular mundane moments of my life, but people don't believe me.) He was happy to hear a heated exchange about the virtues of bioflavonoids in Community Market. He also read the community board, as I had told him some of the fliers can be rather entertaining. His response: "There are a lot of classes and workshops up here that have 'conscious,' 'mindful' or 'healing' in the title. When I come back I'm going to hold a workshop called Conscious Healing Mindfulness and I think a lot of people will attend just because of the title."
I was chatting with someone who does not live in Sebastopol but goes to a gym here. At one point he made the comment: "I do the treadmill a lot. When I was at Gold's [gym] in Santa Rosa people would talk about their kids, drinking beer, shopping at Costco. The other day when I was in Sebastopol on a treadmill the two people next to me were arguing about organic greens."
Which reminded me of a conversation that took place around me, at Coaches Corner years ago (probably during the spring):
Young woman: "What date is Easter?"
Guy: "It's different every year."
Young woman: "But why?"
Guy: "I have no idea."
Second woman, on a treadmill: "It's the first Sunday after the first full moon after equinox."
Both stare at second woman blankly. Finally the guy says, "Oh. Really? Is that true?"
Second woman, "Yes, really. I don't make these things up." She walks away.
Young woman: "You're all about equinox, how come you didn't know that?"
Guy: "I like solstice, not equinox."
Young woman: "Isn't it, like, the same thing?"
Exasperated sigh. "Um.... no, it isn't."
The license plates don't stop:
EGO TRIP
PREEUS
K PEEPS
PLLW TOK
And the bumper sticker that made me laugh:
NAMASTE, BITCHES!
www.facebook.com/sebastoblog
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Thompson twin parties
From Alice who sent an employment ad for a West Sonoma County church:
"Potential employees must have a sincere interest in candle magic, intentional prayer, folk magic, folk art, folk lore, and herbology, and must be willing to take on all manner of assignments as flexible team players."
The ad is titled Smallest Church in the World/Office/Candle Services. (Which made me think of Milk and Honey. If any small business were to have a Candle Services department, it should really be them!)
Alice also mentioned a Sebastopol moment she had: "I was in the square a couple of years ago and asked some white dreadlocked dude for 'a light.' He said, immediately and totally seriously, 'Jah is the light. What you seek is fire.'"
After my last post, a woman told me about a Saturday in Ragle park a summer or two ago:
Essentially, it was a very crowded weekend with lots of soccer games and parties going on. Her daughter's birthday party was situated between two other events. One was a "very trendy hipster" family that talked a lot about organic food, raw cacao and which festivals had the best clothes. The other was a Christian summer camp-like group that sang a lot of songs (which was how she knew it was Christian). The funny thing being that apparently the name at the entrance for both groups was Thompson, so families kept getting sent to the wrong group. "It was so funny seeing the looks of confusion as families walked up to either group. It was me and my husband's entertainment for about an hour. You could tell by the attire alone if they were walking up to the right party or not."
Multiple people have commented to me that the Rialto Cinemas now has hummus plates, Mediterranean, Caesar and spring salads in addition to their popcorn.
I was in the parking lot of a grocery store and ended up asking an older couple what their license plate meant. It turned out it was the name of a business they used to run in Tahoe. I explained I do a local blog and sometimes include license plates which was why I was asking. After a few minutes of conversation I realized they didn't understand the explanation about my blog and I'm pretty sure they were under the impression I do a blog solely about license plates.
(Which does not seem too exciting. "And today I saw another license plate...")
Speaking of which:
BARE FTD
ERTH ECO
IM WONKA
ALLZ WEL
Slowing down in SebTown...
"Potential employees must have a sincere interest in candle magic, intentional prayer, folk magic, folk art, folk lore, and herbology, and must be willing to take on all manner of assignments as flexible team players."
The ad is titled Smallest Church in the World/Office/Candle Services. (Which made me think of Milk and Honey. If any small business were to have a Candle Services department, it should really be them!)
Alice also mentioned a Sebastopol moment she had: "I was in the square a couple of years ago and asked some white dreadlocked dude for 'a light.' He said, immediately and totally seriously, 'Jah is the light. What you seek is fire.'"
After my last post, a woman told me about a Saturday in Ragle park a summer or two ago:
Essentially, it was a very crowded weekend with lots of soccer games and parties going on. Her daughter's birthday party was situated between two other events. One was a "very trendy hipster" family that talked a lot about organic food, raw cacao and which festivals had the best clothes. The other was a Christian summer camp-like group that sang a lot of songs (which was how she knew it was Christian). The funny thing being that apparently the name at the entrance for both groups was Thompson, so families kept getting sent to the wrong group. "It was so funny seeing the looks of confusion as families walked up to either group. It was me and my husband's entertainment for about an hour. You could tell by the attire alone if they were walking up to the right party or not."
Multiple people have commented to me that the Rialto Cinemas now has hummus plates, Mediterranean, Caesar and spring salads in addition to their popcorn.
I was in the parking lot of a grocery store and ended up asking an older couple what their license plate meant. It turned out it was the name of a business they used to run in Tahoe. I explained I do a local blog and sometimes include license plates which was why I was asking. After a few minutes of conversation I realized they didn't understand the explanation about my blog and I'm pretty sure they were under the impression I do a blog solely about license plates.
(Which does not seem too exciting. "And today I saw another license plate...")
Speaking of which:
BARE FTD
ERTH ECO
IM WONKA
ALLZ WEL
Slowing down in SebTown...
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