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I Miss San Francisco

No, not I'm Miss San Francisco. I miss San Francisco. I spend all day every weekday down in Cupertino at the Mothership and I don't get to spend much daytime in the City.

I'm at Sweet Inspirations in the Castro waiting for Sam. The sun is low, casting long shadows and blinding half the people walking this side of Market Street, but it's still kind of warm, the shop has its front doors open, and all manor of variety of people walk by, from older men in daisy-dukes to crazy Portuguese men wearing Superman muscle-tees, from FTM transsexuals to straight girls with their clutchy, overly-demonstrative boyfriends.

I miss this...

I love my job; I love the people I work with. I love it all, except that Cupertino—and most of the South Bay for that matter—feels largely soulless. No afflatus.

I wish Apple were in San Francisco. But then, as Marie always said, “Wish in one hand, shit in the other. See which one gets filled faster.”

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But Jeff, if you don't believe in God, who were you screaming to when I was pounding your butt the other night?

If you don't believe in God, we can never get married, Jeff. My biological family is Lutheran and I need you to convert.

Oh wait, that God and most right wing conservative Republicans hate fags, so we can't get married anyway. I forgot.

Riiiiight? :)

South Bay has no "afflatus". Meaning, "divine inspiration."

Well, since you do not believe in the Divine, Biscuits, afflatus should have no meaning for you.

Since you really ought to to keep your lexicon populated by vocabulary relevant to your beliefs (or lack thereof), allow me to suggest a substitute. "Flatus" is available to you. Perhaps you meant that Cupertino has no flatus.

The resultant sentence read in context speaks for itself.

Oh my GOD, literalism is a rot of the brain.

Oh, wait...turns of phrase are not allowed. Maybe I should say, "Oh YOUR God"?

I *do* believe in the Divine. I think the scampi at Caffe Sport is divine, as is the coffee at Cafe Commons.

Are "divining rods" supposed to help you find god?

The scampi suggests the small "d"ivine. As in chocolate divinity.

And there ain't no rot here. Just poking fun at your neo-verbalisms.

If anything, 'afflatus' is an archaic word.

I didn't make anything up. No "neo-" to it.

The only "god" I consider around here is the one in charge of the cookies...

If you ran for Miss San Francisco, I'd vote for you.

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