Sunday, January 27, 2002
Patrick and I get brunch at Bugaboo. We take BART to Berkeley to Patrick's surprise thing to do for the weekend. It turns out to be a photo exhibit at UC Berkeley Art Museum. Sebastiao Salgado's "Migrations"—and it happens to be free today—an unexpected bonus for us. Patrick found the exhibit moving (despite the pun) and educational, and I had to agree. It's easy to not understand how much suffering exists outside the United States, but the exhibit serves to undermine our ignorance in hopes of creating a better world. It's the kind of thing we think everyone should see. We strolled up and down Telegraph Avenue looking for that famous pizza place but I didn't remember the name of it and none of the pizza places we came across sounded right. We ended up dining at Berkeley Thai House—good-to-very-good food that came quickly and a very efficient wait staff. (The curry chicken is better at Jitra, though.) On the BART ride back, Patrick reads from Truman Capote's "Other Voices, Other Rooms" and I read from Felice Picano's "The Lure." At home, Patrick and I worked on my small changes to "Love is the Rage" and I read more of "The Lure."