Another tale from my yoga classmate who just moved back here from Fresno:
"I'm sitting in my car at the Barlow. I'd been backing out when someone called and since I'm used to Fresno's suffocating summer heat I don't turn the car off. When I look up a woman has materialized in front of my car waving her arms in front of her face like my car stinks and is shouting 'turn off your car, you're ruining the environment!' I would have been mad but all I could think was that never happened in Fresno."
My sister's rant after my last blog posting:
"Thank you Cami for channeling so well the enlightened sarcasm we as a community can only obtain when we've reached the place of nirvana where being able to laugh at ourselves comes only with the knowing we are all the authors of this cosmic joke of a life we are living."
(and for those few people in west county who don't know my sister, this was also dripping with [enlightened] sarcasm)
In front of a few people in line at Whole Foods yesterday, I heard a woman say to her friends: "We are in Sebastopol. We try new things when we come here. Look at these drinks and their containers. They look really groovy so they must be good."
A library worker told me she overheard this comment a while back:
"No, this is the library. Not Kinko's. And not a spiritual book store. There aren't random Wiccan books on the shelves just because it's Sebastopol."
A Ford Focus I pulled up behind, with a message:
Focus on
peace
From a former co-worker, who does not live in Sebastopol but has worked here long enough to realize:
"One of my coworkers (who lives in a yurt. So you think he'd understand Sebastopol better) was complaining about how he can't find a woman because they all think they are goddesses and he doesn't really get it. I responded that he shouldn't say that to any of the women in Sebastopol because that's probably his problem. Plus, all women are goddesses! But if he doesn't want a goddess Sebastopol is the wrong place to be looking."
License plates:
HIP PEA
BLIEVE IT
DG HAIR
SOL RISE
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