Sometimes it's a bit embarrassing to be a San Franciscan.  Example: some residents in my fine city have added Proposition R to the November SF ballot that hopes to name the sewage treatment plant in the Outer Sunset after George Bush.  It was funny to me for about one second until I realized how poorly thought out this jab is: a sewage treatment plant takes nastiness and turns it into something less damaging to the world -- they serve a very useful and respectable purpose.  And that's why Prop R is akin to a poorly thought out playground insult.  If only the idea stayed in whatever stoner's living room or dive bar it was born in it'd be harmless, but instead it's being made permanent for the whole world to see.  This is like when some little kid makes a stupid joke at an inappropriate time and says "Mom, wasn't what I just said sooo funny!" and the kid doesn't realize that it just ruined the Bris, and Mommy winces in embarrassment.

What sucks is that this bratty little gesture could very well hurt Obama in the polls just as we see the race with McCain neck-and-neck.  The spirit behind Prop R same old hateful and divisive SF attitude that I see at Critical Mass.  The Critical Mass brats push centrists away from cycling by means of attitude polarization, and similarly the Prop R communists might well be giving a rightward push to moderates who don't want to be associated with San Francisco freaks.

If McCain wins I'm blaming the Critical Mass riders. ;^)

Why do San Franciscans have to be such a bunch of negative haters?  Just think if the all the time spent on the Bush Sewage Plant Campaign was  instead used to do something positive.  Like volunteer for some non-negative cause, plant trees, or maybe even help the Obama campaign or something.

A long while back I said that I'd post the travel journal of my summer vacation soon.  That was fully my intent until the sudden and unexplained death of my laptop which had the most recent version of the journal trapped on its hard drive.  I stuck the drive into another laptop to retrieve the data, but a higher priority project was piecing together a laptop from my two broken ones and installing Linux on it (that's a topic for another blog entry).  Journal editing was put on the back burner.

Until now -- the journal is finally done after a few months of aging like a fine British edam cheese.  If you have time for a coffee break you can read my thoughts from the trip here.