scott

The other day I witnessed a rainbow arc from Lucky Donuts to the Mormon Temple, in Oakland, the city of my birth. I think that Gertrude Stein's "There's no there, there" quote fits the scene perfectly and is anything but a rebuke. My friend Austin, a typical scattered manhattan artist, has been trying to implant the meaning of 'cool' into the shell of the word 'patio', as a movement back to the Sunset Magazine days of all life's contentment wrapped into a set of portable furniture sitting on a sun-speckled concrete pad, accompanied by lemonade and a shish kebob. I live in that place.