Berkeley

Today we got arty and visited San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. When it comes to modern art, the less an artist has to say, the bigger is the painting. So there we were, staring at a big uniformly black painting, contemplating the darkness and evil of the world and the emptiness of our meaningless lives, or something. I adore the absurd, and hence my favorite was Duchamp's Fountain, something most of us would recognize as a urinal.

After too many fast food meals we wanted to have a French style picnic in the park and found a small liquor shop that sold wine with the right criterias: white, Californian and with a screw stopper. But then we realized that it's illegal to drink alcohol in public (especially outside the City Hall!) so we changed our mind.

Next stop was Berkeley. Here we walked in on a wine tasting and finally got what we so desperately craved. A lot of it. Raingirl and I had not eaten since lunch and starving we went through the kitchen hunting for food. And found avocado. Avocado is the best thing in the world. Better than sex. Almost. Maybe. We made a survey with the people in Lovebud's co-operative: "What do you prefer, food or sex?" The result was a victory for the food-lovers. So much for the hippie movements free love, huh?



EDIT: Ehrm, yes, well, booze and blogging doesn't match, so I left out some interesting parts. Lovebud lives in a co-operative in true hippie style with 40 girls (they recycle everything and drank from old glass cans). It was interesting how many of them had been to Sweden, spoke Swedish or planned to go there on exchange studies. Sweden is the center of the world!

There is some tension between the Northern and Southern parts of California, the North recycles and saves water, while the South pollutes and uses all water to irrigation.

And one more thing, Raingirl heard from her university that the first case of swine flue had been discovered on campus.