the flooded embarcadero
I have slightly changed the ETA date to fall on what will be the last day of my mid-twenties, calculated by dividing the span of time between turning 20 and turning 30 into three equal portions. I would like to say that I finished this book in my mid-twenties. It's a minor miracle that any work at all has been getting done around here—the entire computer infrastructure broke down and it took three days of fighting the network and its component machines to get everything almost back to where it was before the spyware attacked and the wireless started failing. Took a bus to Emeryville, in the rain, to buy a notebook card at Best Buy because no one else has reasonable return policies—you can imagine how awesome that was.
If I were to compile a cheesy "You Know You're Attending Berkeley When..." list, number 9 would explain how you get a piece of email titled "The Pornographic Imaginary" and nearly delete it as spam before realizing that it's actually a call for papers.
