Hippy - World-of-Newave.info http://answers.world-of-newave.info/hippy.htm Latest news and articles about Hippy en-us Copyright (c)2004-2008.§/Newave SARL. All rights reserved. webmaster@world-of-newave.com (Webmaster) Sun, 23 Nov 2008 20:21:27 GMT Sun, 23 Nov 2008 20:21:27 GMT Newave Lisa XML Engine v1.0 - http://www.world-of-newave.info/about.htm 60 http://www.world-of-newave.info/images/wi8831.gif World-of-Newave.info - Knowledge and Informational Database http://www.world-of-newave.info/ 88 31 {NORTH AMERICA > RENTALS} - CHEAP RENT for your PT help-housecleaning, personal help (nopa) $600 http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/rentals/cheap-rent-for-your-pt-help-housecleaning-personal-20081140019.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/rentals/cheap-rent-for-your-pt-help-housecleaning-personal-20081140019.htm Sun, 16 Nov 2008 08:43:36 GMT Older man (60's hippy type) needs housekeeping and cooking or home help for 30 – 35/wk (usually kinda flexible, lets talk about it). In exchange for your services, I can offer you cheap rent, including utilities, trash, water, and wifi. The space - is a separate room - you would have your own bed or the loft desk I have to provide - there are several major bus lines here in the area (7, 71, 21, 5) If you’re interested, please tell me about yourself, your interest and availability. This can be for 3 months or longer, we would negotiate. I am looking for a nice person, age, gender, sexual orientation are irrelevant! Sfbay.Craigslist.Org CHEAP RENT for your PT help-housecleaning, personal help (nopa) $600 {new window}   Sfbay.Craigslist.Org - Older man (60's hippy type) needs housekeeping and cooking or home help for 30 – 35/wk (usually kinda flexible, lets talk about it). In exchange for your services, I can offer you cheap rent, including utilities, trash, water, and wifi. The space - is a separate room - you would have your own bed or the loft desk I have to provide - there are several major bus lines here in the area (7, 71, 21, 5) If you’re interested, please tell me about yourself, your interest and availability. This can be for 3 months or longer, we would negotiate. I am looking for a nice person, age, gender, sexual orientation are irrelevant!
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]]> Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Business and Economy > Real Estate > Rentals {NORTH AMERICA > RENTALS} - Room Available IMMEDIATELY in 4 bdrm co-op-ish Victorian (oakland downtown) $440 http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/rentals/room-available-immediately-in-4-bdrm-co-op-ish-victorian-2008114986.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/rentals/room-available-immediately-in-4-bdrm-co-op-ish-victorian-2008114986.htm Tue, 04 Nov 2008 09:36:23 GMT We are looking for a new roomie to move in ASAP. Us: The 3 of us are all ~25 years old, 1 guy and 2 women. 2 of the housemates are in school/working, and one works at a non-profit org. The house is 'coop-ish' because there are(non-hippy-dippy) co-op-like qualities we like to abide by. We like occasionally cooking together; we like shopping communally(you just shop for the house one week out of the month and buy lots of veggies and staples, this is not optional); we like occasionally drinking/smoking(though we cannot have raging parties here!); and we like making the house a community space and somewhere you want to be. We want a roommate that is respectful and clean(super neat freaks or those scared of doing dishes need not apply). The room: Although a little small, this room is super cozy, with plush navy carpet and lavender walls. There are 2 windows, and a built in hanging closet area. The bathroom(with bath) is directly across the hall and shared by 2/3 of the roomies. Utilities are not included and shared equally. The house: This old Victorian is hidden on one of the only non-condo blocks left in downtown oakland. It is only 3 BLOCKS FROM 19th st. BART, and near lots of cafes, restaurants, and bars. The actual house architecture, built circa 1890 is sweet, with a big staircase, bay windows and high ceilings. We have lived here for 3 years, and its furnished with some vintage, but a bit shabby, furniture, lots of rad art on the walls...and there are a number of bikes in the hall. We also have a cute cat named TukTuk, he's plump, lazy, and lovable. No other cats/dogs though please, for his sake. Please reply to this post ASAP with your phone number and we can show you the space and meet you and stuff. Sfbay.Craigslist.Org Room Available IMMEDIATELY in 4 bdrm co-op-ish Victorian (oakland downtown) $440 {new window}   Sfbay.Craigslist.Org - We are looking for a new roomie to move in ASAP. Us: The 3 of us are all ~25 years old, 1 guy and 2 women. 2 of the housemates are in school/working, and one works at a non-profit org. The house is 'coop-ish' because there are(non-hippy-dippy) co-op-like qualities we like to abide by. We like occasionally cooking together; we like shopping communally(you just shop for the house one week out of the month and buy lots of veggies and staples, this is not optional); we like occasionally drinking/smoking(though we cannot have raging parties here!); and we like making the house a community space and somewhere you want to be. We want a roommate that is respectful and clean(super neat freaks or those scared of doing dishes need not apply). The room: Although a little small, this room is super cozy, with plush navy carpet and lavender walls. There are 2 windows, and a built in hanging closet area. The bathroom(with bath) is directly across the hall and shared by 2/3 of the roomies. Utilities are not included and shared equally. The house: This old Victorian is hidden on one of the only non-condo blocks left in downtown oakland. It is only 3 BLOCKS FROM 19th st. BART, and near lots of cafes, restaurants, and bars. The actual house architecture, built circa 1890 is sweet, with a big staircase, bay windows and high ceilings. We have lived here for 3 years, and its furnished with some vintage, but a bit shabby, furniture, lots of rad art on the walls...and there are a number of bikes in the hall. We also have a cute cat named TukTuk, he's plump, lazy, and lovable. No other cats/dogs though please, for his sake. Please reply to this post ASAP with your phone number and we can show you the space and meet you and stuff.
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]]> Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Business and Economy > Real Estate > Rentals {EUROPE > NEWS AND MEDIA} - 'It's like TV, only better': Charlie Brooker's American road trip http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/europe/united-kingdom/news-and-media/it-s-like-tv-only-better-charlie-brooker-s-american-20081032027.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/europe/united-kingdom/news-and-media/it-s-like-tv-only-better-charlie-brooker-s-american-20081032027.htm Sat, 25 Oct 2008 00:05:07 GMT I have a short attention span, so short I even got bored just then, halfway through typing the word "span". This means when planning a holiday, I tend to balk at the prospect of a week or two flopping on a beach. What if I get restless and walk into the sea? More to the point, and going on past experience, what if I get so sunburned on day one I spend the rest of the holiday staggering around like someone who's just crawled their way clear of a nuclear blast? There's only so many times you can say "ouch" before you get tired of hearing yourself wince.That's why my ideal holiday is a road trip. All that variety! And sitting down! It's like watching television, but better, because every so often you get to step out into the landscape you're watching and interact with it. And it's in 3D! Perfect.Apart from one tiny problem. I can't drive. I've done road trips before - in the US, obviously, because that's the Kingdom of Road Trips - and each time, I've had to recruit/con (delete where applicable) licence-holding friends or girlfriends into coming. Since the ideal trip lasts around three weeks, and has a cast of more than two, arranging the details isn't always easy, particularly when you try to do it at short notice. I don't know many people prepared to drop everything to spend the best part of a month driving from state to state. Although it turns out I do know one: my improbable friend Aisleyne, tabloid staple and former Big Brother contestant. She, preposterous as it sounds, would be my rock, my "core driver", for the duration of the trip. Others would accompany us for different sections: for the first leg, through California, my friend Urmee and an ex, Cat. For the second half, two other friends: Kelly and Ben, who'd fly out to meet us when we got to Las Vegas.The whole thing was organised in a blur. It was only when I got to the airport that it struck me: none of these people knew each other. Most of them had never met. And they were a fairly diverse bunch. This was like throwing a bizarre mobile birthday party.But I wasn't worried about that. I was worried about the flight. I'm not a good flier. I don't flip out on board and start hammering at the exits; I just sit there nervily envisaging a death plunge for the duration of the journey. And in the days leading up to take-off, I feel doomy and bleak, like I'm on a self-imposed death row. But this time around I had some valium. I'd never taken it before, and I'm glad I did. Neck the pill and 20 minutes later: bingo. Suddenly nothing really mattered. Instead of gripping the armrest during take-off, I lay back in my seat exhibiting the sort of blissful insouciance you'd normally associate with a man who's just been tossed off in a massage parlour.We arrived in San Francisco and picked up our car: an unsexy people carrier the size and shape of an industrial refrigerator. A sports convertible may sound fun, but just try driving through the desert in one: within the hour you'd be hallucinating with sunstroke so badly, you'd swerve off the road, thinking you were traversing the rings of Saturn or driving inside Joan Collins's face.Still, there was no driving at all for the first two days. There's scarcely any point taking a car into San Francisco: it's a collection of steep hills with no parking spaces. We explored on foot. The first day was spent aimlessly wandering around in a kind of daze as we tried to acclimatise. San Francisco is the US equivalent of Brighton. It's quaint, it's a gay mecca, it's by the sea, and it's foggy and cold.I'd taken the precaution of pre-booking tickets for a night tour of Alcatraz (piece of piss: you buy them online and print the tickets yourself). It's essential to book in advance, and well worth the effort, if only for the bit on the tour where you stand in a solitary confinement cell listening to a former inmate explain how he kept himself sane in the dark by ripping a button off his shirt, throwing it in the air and spending the rest of the night searching for it on his hands and knees. If you enjoy harrowing glimpses into the dark heart of man's inhumanity to man, you'll have a whale of a time. I certainly did.The next day we wandered around Haight-Ashbury. Once the birthplace of the hippy movement, it's now a sort of cross between Shoreditch and Camden: all trendy shops and organic cafes. Since I was accompanied by girls, I spent most of my time standing impatiently in clothes stores, listening to them coo over assorted pieces of fabric.Still, at least I got to eat a gigantic burrito, which, as it turned out, would be my biggest meal of the entire trip. Women don't eat really, do they? At least, this lot didn't. All they wanted, every night, was sushi. Sushi, sushi, sushi. Before you accuse them and me of insufferable wankery, bear in mind that sushi in the States is far cheaper and better than in Britain. By the end of the trip I'd inhaled more fish than a sperm whale, but at least I hadn't clogged my colon with 10,000 burgers and steaks.Then we got in the car and headed out. First stop: Santa Cruz. Satnav has transformed road trips, skimming hours from your journey time - not so much on the open road, but on the fiddly bits when you're looking for a motel. Get an address in advance and you arrive effortlessly, auto-piloted all the way to their front door.I've been to Santa Cruz before. That time it was great: a sun-drenched, laid-back surfer's town with an old-fashioned beachfront fairground complete with wooden rollercoaster. This time it was overcast and all the girls had PMS, so we didn't hang around. The next morning we stopped in Monterey, checked out its superb aquarium (which features a mind-mangling display of artificially lit jellyfish, hovering in space like tiny galaxies), and decided to tackle the drive down Big Sur at sunset.Big Sur is, as any guidebook will tell you, spectacular: all winding roads, cliffs, sheer drops, and the ocean. Being a media-saturated ponce, however, I couldn't quite shake the feeling that I was in an upscale car commercial, albeit a gloriously beautiful one. Television spoils everything.Then it got dark. Big Sur takes longer than you think, and driving around the side of cliffs in the dark is Not Fun. There was, it's fair to say, a certain amount of screaming, especially when a spooky guy in a knackered van insisted on tailing us for a full hour. He was definitely a murderer. Definitely.Eventually we made it to San Luis Obispo, to stay in the apparently notorious Madonna Inn: part-motel, part design nightmare. No corner of the Earth could be more gaudy. We sat at the bar. It resembled archive footage of 60s Vegas playing on a TV with the colour cranked up to hallucinogenic levels. Every surface was Pepto-Bismol pink or electric blue. A terrifying giant doll hung overhead, lolling back and forth on a mechanical swing. This is what serial killers see in their heads when they come. I recommend it wholeheartedly.The next day, still rubbing our eyes, we made for Santa Barbara, a relaxing boutique of a town, clean to the point of artificial, with miles of beach. It's what you imagine California is like in your head when you're 12. Accommodation isn't cheap, but it's the perfect place to unwind - particularly if you enjoy sunbathing, which I don't. Disturbing sight of the day: a bikini-clad Paris Hilton-style beach bunny sitting on a towel with the words "WHITE PRIDE" tattooed in gothic script across her lower back. Aisleyne had to be talked out of walking over and lamping her.Next stop: Los Angeles. Sadly, the hotel we'd booked turned out to be a) next to the airport, b) a 40-minute drive from anywhere interesting, and c) a self-consciously trendy hangout apparently designed to personally annoy me. The lifts played canned laughter when you arrived at your floor. That's not a metaphor: that's what they actually did. And the mini-bar didn't include cold drinks, but did have a packet of radish seeds and one of those little table-tennis bats with a rubber ball hanging off a bit of elastic. Q: What's the difference between quirky irony and infuriating "You Don't Have to Be Mad to Work Here But it Helps!" wackiness? A: None.Sadly, I had work to do in LA. Not high-powered meetings with movie execs. No. Just my usual Guardian writing duties. So I had to sit in the hotel room, tapping at a laptop, while the girls went off and swanned around. At one point I had a break and took a cab to an outdoor mall. Sinatra was being piped in from invisible speakers somewhere in the trees, and everyone was far slimmer than the last time I was here. Suddenly I felt like scum. It made me want to smoke. I quit smoking in February, and now the sheer Tupperware mock-pleasantness of everything surrounding me was threatening to undo my resolve. I bought a pack, lit one, and immediately extinguished it. No. No.I was happy to leave LA. I was less happy with Cat's driving. We were heading for Vegas, and she appeared to be in a hurry. Perhaps she'd robbed a bank while I wasn't looking. Either way, she was hell-bent on squeezing a four-hour drive into 10 minutes. But when you can't drive, you're robbed of the ability to complain. Instead I distracted myself by selecting our driving soundtrack from an MP3 player. At least that way I'd be able to listen to the Beatles while the fire crew cut us from the wreckage.Fortunately it didn't come to that and we arrived in one piece. Then things instantly turned strange. Knowing I was going to be staying in Vegas, the Guardian had sent out feelers to see if anyone was prepared to offer free, interesting accommodation to one of its writers. I'd get a nice place to stay, they'd get some publicity (good or bad, it's all publicity). That's how it works.The Planet Hollywood Resort and Casino said yes. And because I would be covering it for this piece, they pulled out all the stops. I wasn't quite prepared for what happened. First, we were introduced to our own personal butler, the instantly charming Bisrat. He took us to our suite, which turned out to comprise four huge individual rooms branching off a massive lounge the size of a fashionable London bar. It had a pool table, a bar, a table football machine, a plasma screen on every available surface, some wacky sculptures, a breathtaking view of the strip, and - right there in the lounge - a free-standing shower with a lap-dancing pole in the middle of it. Bisrat immediately uncorked a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. I needed it. Drop me in the middle of opulence like this and I automatically feel like a burglar.No matter how often I looked round the place, I couldn't get used to it. It looked like a set. You could film an entire aspirational drama series about hard-partying city hotshots in there, if you were an arsehole. Suddenly I wondered: what appalling scenes has this place witnessed in the past? How many hookers have twirled round that pole? Did housekeeping routinely wipe it clean each morning? Brrr.Urmee and Cat flew home. Kelly flew in, followed shortly by Ben. I was talked, somehow, into going to a club. It was called Tryst, and was situated in the middle of the Wynn casino, a horrible slab of money and pretension designed to appeal squarely to absolute wankers. The club was rammed with beautiful women and hideous men. It had a waterfall, expensive drinks, and a dancefloor full of whooping twats throwing banknotes in the air. Good, I thought. The economy is tanking. This looks like the last days of Rome. Then another thought struck me: here I was, with two improbably glamorous women, in Vegas. Everyone thought I'd paid for them. Because that makes sense in Vegas.Furthermore, going round Vegas with these two was like escorting two female models through a prison. The foul, hollow, forced party vibe I found bleakly amusing on previous trips now felt sickly and threatening. It's like a permanent New Year's Eve, my worst night of the year. Everyone pretending to let go and enjoy themselves. All of it fake, as fake as the replica Eiffel tower dominating Paris, the fake French casino. It's an atmosphere in which idiots thrive. The next day, by the pool, I saw a trio of muscled-up body-fascist lunkheads loudly haranguing an out-of-shape middle-aged man with lots of body hair. "Hey dude, you're totally rocking that mohair sweater," they yelled, again and again. They stood right over him. "Seriously, it's awesome." They said it over and over, until he left. Shamefully, I did nothing. They'd have killed me.A few hours later, a drunk buffoon swiped Aisleyne's camera and took photos of his own spectacularly ugly testicles in a doomed bid to impress the ladies. The perfect metaphor for Vegas.Back in the suite, while the Bellagio casino's multi-million dollar fountain display erupted across the road, every plasma screen was filled with Obama and McCain and red flashing numbers and ECONOMY IN CRISIS. Las Vegas is mad at the best of times. In this context, it seemed downright insane. The trend in recent years has been for swankier and swankier casinos: the Bellagio and the Wynn are essentially Dynasty box sets made flesh. Now the credit crunch has left them looking like big, dumb relics. Towering, empty hangovers. They felt underpopulated compared to the downmarket tack-pits which, comparatively, were overflowing. If gloomy economic predictions are correct, Vegas is going to turn very ugly very quickly.Not that I spent the whole time scowling. After all, I was in the lap of luxury. The food, the service, the furnishings - it was all one unending blowjob. But it felt like a blowjob taking place seconds before a mushroom cloud appears on the horizon. Stupidly - incredibly stupidly - I started smoking, seduced by the novelty of being able to light up indoors, which felt as exotic as smoking underwater. Argh. By the time you read this, I'll be in the process of my umpteenth 72-hour quitting process. Thanks, Vegas. Once again, I was glad to leave.By now we were behind on our itinerary. The next few days consisted of near non-stop driving. Another rule of road trips: allow far more time than you think you'll need. We sprinted through Monument Valley. Amazing landscape, yes: but when you're in a hurry it's essentially just another load of rocks. Then a mammoth drive all the way to Albuquerque.If you find yourself anywhere near Albuquerque, go on the Sandia Peak aerial tramway. Just do it. It's the longest mountain cable car in the world, and it's terrifying and beautiful at once. Half your brain is lulled by the scenery, while the other half screams about death. There's a bar at the top. I drank a pint with shaking hands.After Albuquerque, we stopped in a charming town called Truth or Consequences, named after a 1950s radio show that offered to broadcast an episode from the first town prepared to change its name to that of the show. Before that it was called Hot Springs, and with good reason. Because it's full of hot springs. Most of the motels double as spas. Go there. It's bloody lovely.Between Truth or Consequences and the hill country of Texas, there wasn't much to do but drive, drive, drive, with the occasional overnight stop in a shithole. Thank God we were getting on, because it's a bit like being stuck in a small air-conditioned cell, albeit one with an interesting view out the window. The sheer amount of space in America can become overwhelming: the road is straight, and it stretches all the way to the horizon, forever.Finally we made it to Bandera, Texas, for a two-day stay at the Running-R Guest Ranch. This was possibly the best part of the entire trip, and certainly the most relaxing. Stay in a cabin! Fall asleep in a rocking chair! Ride a horse! I've never ridden a horse before: fortunately, they're prepared for greenhorns. You just climb on its back and it follows the other horses, like a software-driven electronic car. I kept forgetting it was a real animal, except every so often it'd stop for a piss or stumble a bit on a rock. That wakes you up. All the staff were impossibly friendly: Kelly and Aisleyne were particularly taken with one of our cowgirl hosts, whose life they envied so hard it almost hurt them.Our final destination was Houston, of which I saw little more than a soulless shopping mall, some skyscrapers and a thunderstorm. Oh, and a pair of swans, improbably bobbing around in a pool in the hotel lobby. Houston doubtless has far more to offer, but I didn't have time to see it. I had to fly home.In summary: not a relaxing holiday, but an insanely eventful one. We tried to cram too much in to the time we had, which is why both the trip itself and this article were full of fleeting snapshots. For the distance we travelled (SF to LA to Vegas to Houston) I'd allow at least an extra week. Otherwise you spend a bit too much time rubbernecking and fiddling with iPods in the passenger seat. Nonetheless, the US is undoubtedly a great place to visit. Friendly people, stunning scenery, and if you pick your motels wisely, it's cheap, too. Go while it's still there.Way to goGetting thereTrailfinders (0845 058 5858, trailfinders.com) has flights to San Francisco, and out of Houston, from £359pp rtn; and car hire from £132 pw.Where to stayThe Madonna Inn, San Luis Obispo (001 805 543 3000, madonnainn.com) from $179 pn. Planet Hollywood, Las Vegas (+866 517 3263, planethollywood.com) from $102. Embassy Suites Houston (+713 626 5444, embassysuites.com) from $229. Custom Hotel, Los Angeles (+310 6450400, customhotel.com) from $99. Running-R Guest Ranch (+830 7963984, rrranch.com) from $125.Further informationTexas Tourist Board (020-7978 5233, traveltex.com). Las Vegas Convention and Visitors Authority (020-7367 0979, visitlasvegas.co.uk). LA Inc (discoverlosangeles.com).Road tripsUnited StatesLas VegasSan FranciscoLos Angelesguardian.co.uk © Guardian News & Media Limited 2008 | Use of this content is subject to our Terms & Conditions | More Feeds Guardian.Co.Uk 'It's like TV, only better': Charlie Brooker's American road trip {new window}   Www.Guardian.Co.Uk - I have a short attention span, so short I even got bored just then, halfway through typing the word "span". This means when planning a holiday, I tend to balk at the prospect of a week or two flopping on a beach. What if I get restless and walk into the sea? More to the point, and going on past experience, what if I get so sunburned on day one I spend the rest of the holiday staggering around like someone who's just crawled their way clear of a nuclear blast? There's only so many times you can say "ouch" before you get tired of hearing yourself wince.That's why my ideal holiday is a road trip. All that variety! And sitting down! It's like watching television, but better, because every so often you get to step out into the landscape you're watching and interact with it. And it's in 3D! Perfect.Apart from one tiny problem. I can't drive. I've done road trips before - in the US, obviously, because that's the Kingdom of Road Trips - and each time, I've had to recruit/con (delete where applicable) licence-holding friends or girlfriends into coming. Since the ideal trip lasts around three weeks, and has a cast of more than two, arranging the details isn't always easy, particularly when you try to do it at short notice. I don't know many people prepared to drop everything to spend the best part of a month driving from state to state. Although it turns out I do know one: my improbable friend Aisleyne, tabloid staple and former Big Brother contestant. She, preposterous as it sounds, would be my rock, my "core driver", for the duration of the trip. Others would accompany us for different sections: for the first leg, through California, my friend Urmee and an ex, Cat. For the second half, two other friends: Kelly and Ben, who'd fly out to meet us when we got to Las Vegas.The whole thing was organised in a blur. It was only when I got to the airport that it struck me: none of these people knew each other. Most of them had never met. And they were a fairly diverse bunch. This was like throwing a bizarre mobile birthday party.But I wasn't worried about that. I was worried about the flight. I'm not a good flier. I don't flip out on board and start hammering at the exits; I just sit there nervily envisaging a death plunge for the duration of the journey. And in the days leading up to take-off, I feel doomy and bleak, like I'm on a self-imposed death row. But this time around I had some valium. I'd never taken it before, and I'm glad I did. Neck the pill and 20 minutes later: bingo. Suddenly nothing really mattered. Instead of gripping the armrest during take-off, I lay back in my seat exhibiting the sort of blissful insouciance you'd normally associate with a man who's just been tossed off in a massage parlour.We arrived in San Francisco and picked up our car: an unsexy people carrier the size and shape of an industrial refrigerator. A sports convertible may sound fun, but just try driving through the desert in one: within the hour you'd be hallucinating with sunstroke so badly, you'd swerve off the road, thinking you were traversing the rings of Saturn or driving inside Joan Collins's face.Still, there was no driving at all for the first two days. There's scarcely any point taking a car into San Francisco: it's a collection of steep hills with no parking spaces. We explored on foot. The first day was spent aimlessly wandering around in a kind of daze as we tried to acclimatise. San Francisco is the US equivalent of Brighton. It's quaint, it's a gay mecca, it's by the sea, and it's foggy and cold.I'd taken the precaution of pre-booking tickets for a night tour of Alcatraz (piece of piss: you buy them online and print the tickets yourself). It's essential to book in advance, and well worth the effort, if only for the bit on the tour where you stand in a solitary confinement cell listening to a former inmate explain how he kept himself sane in the dark by ripping a button off his shirt, throwing it in the air and spending the rest of the night searching for it on his hands and knees. If you enjoy harrowing glimpses into the dark heart of man's inhumanity to man, you'll have a whale of a time. I certainly did.The next day we wandered around Haight-Ashbury. Once the birthplace of the hippy movement, it's now a sort of cross between Shoreditch and Camden: all trendy shops and organic cafes. Since I was accompanied by girls, I spent most of my time standing impatiently in clothes stores, listening to them coo over assorted pieces of fabric.Still, at least I got to eat a gigantic burrito, which, as it turned out, would be my biggest meal of the entire trip. Women don't eat really, do they? At least, this lot didn't. All they wanted, every night, was sushi. Sushi, sushi, sushi. Before you accuse them and me of insufferable wankery, bear in mind that sushi in the States is far cheaper and better than in Britain. By the end of the trip I'd inhaled more fish than a sperm whale, but at least I hadn't clogged my colon with 10,000 burgers and steaks.Then we got in the car and headed out. First stop: Santa Cruz. Satnav has transformed road trips, skimming hours from your journey time - not so much on the open road, but on the fiddly bits when you're looking for a motel. Get an address in advance and you arrive effortlessly, auto-piloted all the way to their front door.I've been to Santa Cruz before. That time it was great: a sun-drenched, laid-back surfer's town with an old-fashioned beachfront fairground complete with wooden rollercoaster. This time it was overcast and all the girls had PMS, so we didn't hang around. The next morning we stopped in Monterey, checked out its superb aquarium (which features a mind-mangling display of artificially lit jellyfish, hovering in space like tiny galaxies), and decided to tackle the drive down Big Sur at sunset.Big Sur is, as any guidebook will tell you, spectacular: all winding roads, cliffs, sheer drops, and the ocean. Being a media-saturated ponce, however, I couldn't quite shake the feeling that I was in an upscale car commercial, albeit a gloriously beautiful one. Television spoils everything.Then it got dark. Big Sur takes longer than you think, and driving around the side of cliffs in the dark is Not Fun. There was, it's fair to say, a certain amount of screaming, especially when a spooky guy in a knackered van insisted on tailing us for a full hour. He was definitely a murderer. Definitely.Eventually we made it to San Luis Obispo, to stay in the apparently notorious Madonna Inn: part-motel, part design nightmare. No corner of the Earth could be more gaudy. We sat at the bar. It resembled archive footage of 60s Vegas playing on a TV with the colour cranked up to hallucinogenic levels. Every surface was Pepto-Bismol pink or electric blue. A terrifying giant doll hung overhead, lolling back and forth on a mechanical swing. This is what serial killers see in their heads when they come. I recommend it wholeheartedly.The next day, still rubbing our eyes, we made for Santa Barbara, a relaxing boutique of a town, clean to the point of artificial, with miles of beach. It's what you imagine California is like in your head when you're 12. Accommodation isn't cheap, but it's the perfect place to unwind - particularly if you enjoy sunbathing, which I don't. Disturbing sight of the day: a bikini-clad Paris Hilton-style beach bunny sitting on a towel with the words "WHITE PRIDE" tattooed in gothic script across her lower back. Aisleyne had to be talked out of walking over and lamping her.Next stop: Los Angeles. Sadly, the hotel we'd booked turned out to be a) next to the airport, b) a 40-minute drive from anywhere interesting, and c) a self-consciously trendy hangout apparently designed to personally annoy me. The lifts played canned laughter when you arrived at your floor. That's not a metaphor: that's what they actually did. And the mini-bar didn't include cold drinks, but did have a packet of radish seeds and one of those little table-tennis bats with a rubber ball hanging off a bit of elastic. Q: What's the difference between quirky irony and infuriating "You Don't Have to Be Mad to Work Here But it Helps!" wackiness? A: None.Sadly, I had work to do in LA. Not high-powered meetings with movie execs. No. Just my usual Guardian writing duties. So I had to sit in the hotel room, tapping at a laptop, while the girls went off and swanned around. At one point I had a break and took a cab to an outdoor mall. Sinatra was being piped in from invisible speakers somewhere in the trees, and everyone was far slimmer than the last time I was here. Suddenly I felt like scum. It made me want to smoke. I quit smoking in February, and now the sheer Tupperware mock-pleasantness of everything surrounding me was threatening to undo my resolve. I bought a pack, lit one, and immediately extinguished it. No. No.I was happy to leave LA. I was less happy with Cat's driving. We were heading for Vegas, and she appeared to be in a hurry. Perhaps she'd robbed a bank while I wasn't looking. Either way, she was hell-bent on squeezing a four-hour drive into 10 minutes. But when you can't drive, you're robbed of the ability to complain. Instead I distracted myself by selecting our driving soundtrack from an MP3 player. At least that way I'd be able to listen to the Beatles while the fire crew cut us from the wreckage.Fortunately it didn't come to that and we arrived in one piece. Then things instantly turned strange. Knowing I was going to be staying in Vegas, the Guardian had sent out feelers to see if anyone was prepared to offer free, interesting accommodation to one of its writers. I'd get a nice place to stay, they'd get some publicity (good or bad, it's all publicity). That's how it works.The Planet Hollywood Resort and Casino said yes. And because I would be covering it for this piece, they pulled out all the stops. I wasn't quite prepared for what happened. First, we were introduced to our own personal butler, the instantly charming Bisrat. He took us to our suite, which turned out to comprise four huge individual rooms branching off a massive lounge the size of a fashionable London bar. It had a pool table, a bar, a table football machine, a plasma screen on every available surface, some wacky sculptures, a breathtaking view of the strip, and - right there in the lounge - a free-standing shower with a lap-dancing pole in the middle of it. Bisrat immediately uncorked a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. I needed it. Drop me in the middle of opulence like this and I automatically feel like a burglar.No matter how often I looked round the place, I couldn't get used to it. It looked like a set. You could film an entire aspirational drama series about hard-partying city hotshots in there, if you were an arsehole. Suddenly I wondered: what appalling scenes has this place witnessed in the past? How many hookers have twirled round that pole? Did housekeeping routinely wipe it clean each morning? Brrr.Urmee and Cat flew home. Kelly flew in, followed shortly by Ben. I was talked, somehow, into going to a club. It was called Tryst, and was situated in the middle of the Wynn casino, a horrible slab of money and pretension designed to appeal squarely to absolute wankers. The club was rammed with beautiful women and hideous men. It had a waterfall, expensive drinks, and a dancefloor full of whooping twats throwing banknotes in the air. Good, I thought. The economy is tanking. This looks like the last days of Rome. Then another thought struck me: here I was, with two improbably glamorous women, in Vegas. Everyone thought I'd paid for them. Because that makes sense in Vegas.Furthermore, going round Vegas with these two was like escorting two female models through a prison. The foul, hollow, forced party vibe I found bleakly amusing on previous trips now felt sickly and threatening. It's like a permanent New Year's Eve, my worst night of the year. Everyone pretending to let go and enjoy themselves. All of it fake, as fake as the replica Eiffel tower dominating Paris, the fake French casino. It's an atmosphere in which idiots thrive. The next day, by the pool, I saw a trio of muscled-up body-fascist lunkheads loudly haranguing an out-of-shape middle-aged man with lots of body hair. "Hey dude, you're totally rocking that mohair sweater," they yelled, again and again. They stood right over him. "Seriously, it's awesome." They said it over and over, until he left. Shamefully, I did nothing. They'd have killed me.A few hours later, a drunk buffoon swiped Aisleyne's camera and took photos of his own spectacularly ugly testicles in a doomed bid to impress the ladies. The perfect metaphor for Vegas.Back in the suite, while the Bellagio casino's multi-million dollar fountain display erupted across the road, every plasma screen was filled with Obama and McCain and red flashing numbers and ECONOMY IN CRISIS. Las Vegas is mad at the best of times. In this context, it seemed downright insane. The trend in recent years has been for swankier and swankier casinos: the Bellagio and the Wynn are essentially Dynasty box sets made flesh. Now the credit crunch has left them looking like big, dumb relics. Towering, empty hangovers. They felt underpopulated compared to the downmarket tack-pits which, comparatively, were overflowing. If gloomy economic predictions are correct, Vegas is going to turn very ugly very quickly.Not that I spent the whole time scowling. After all, I was in the lap of luxury. The food, the service, the furnishings - it was all one unending blowjob. But it felt like a blowjob taking place seconds before a mushroom cloud appears on the horizon. Stupidly - incredibly stupidly - I started smoking, seduced by the novelty of being able to light up indoors, which felt as exotic as smoking underwater. Argh. By the time you read this, I'll be in the process of my umpteenth 72-hour quitting process. Thanks, Vegas. Once again, I was glad to leave.By now we were behind on our itinerary. The next few days consisted of near non-stop driving. Another rule of road trips: allow far more time than you think you'll need. We sprinted through Monument Valley. Amazing landscape, yes: but when you're in a hurry it's essentially just another load of rocks. Then a mammoth drive all the way to Albuquerque.If you find yourself anywhere near Albuquerque, go on the Sandia Peak aerial tramway. Just do it. It's the longest mountain cable car in the world, and it's terrifying and beautiful at once. Half your brain is lulled by the scenery, while the other half screams about death. There's a bar at the top. I drank a pint with shaking hands.After Albuquerque, we stopped in a charming town called Truth or Consequences, named after a 1950s radio show that offered to broadcast an episode from the first town prepared to change its name to that of the show. Before that it was called Hot Springs, and with good reason. Because it's full of hot springs. Most of the motels double as spas. Go there. It's bloody lovely.Between Truth or Consequences and the hill country of Texas, there wasn't much to do but drive, drive, drive, with the occasional overnight stop in a shithole. Thank God we were getting on, because it's a bit like being stuck in a small air-conditioned cell, albeit one with an interesting view out the window. The sheer amount of space in America can become overwhelming: the road is straight, and it stretches all the way to the horizon, forever.Finally we made it to Bandera, Texas, for a two-day stay at the Running-R Guest Ranch. This was possibly the best part of the entire trip, and certainly the most relaxing. Stay in a cabin! Fall asleep in a rocking chair! Ride a horse! I've never ridden a horse before: fortunately, they're prepared for greenhorns. You just climb on its back and it follows the other horses, like a software-driven electronic car. I kept forgetting it was a real animal, except every so often it'd stop for a piss or stumble a bit on a rock. That wakes you up. All the staff were impossibly friendly: Kelly and Aisleyne were particularly taken with one of our cowgirl hosts, whose life they envied so hard it almost hurt them.Our final destination was Houston, of which I saw little more than a soulless shopping mall, some skyscrapers and a thunderstorm. Oh, and a pair of swans, improbably bobbing around in a pool in the hotel lobby. Houston doubtless has far more to offer, but I didn't have time to see it. I had to fly home.In summary: not a relaxing holiday, but an insanely eventful one. We tried to cram too much in to the time we had, which is why both the trip itself and this article were full of fleeting snapshots. For the distance we travelled (SF to LA to Vegas to Houston) I'd allow at least an extra week. Otherwise you spend a bit too much time rubbernecking and fiddling with iPods in the passenger seat. Nonetheless, the US is undoubtedly a great place to visit. Friendly people, stunning scenery, and if you pick your motels wisely, it's cheap, too. Go while it's still there.Way to goGetting thereTrailfinders (0845 058 5858, trailfinders.com) has flights to San Francisco, and out of Houston, from £359pp rtn; and car hire from £132 pw.Where to stayThe Madonna Inn, San Luis Obispo (001 805 543 3000, madonnainn.com) from $179 pn. Planet Hollywood, Las Vegas (+866 517 3263, planethollywood.com) from $102. Embassy Suites Houston (+713 626 5444, embassysuites.com) from $229. Custom Hotel, Los Angeles (+310 6450400, customhotel.com) from $99. Running-R Guest Ranch (+830 7963984, rrranch.com) from $125.Further informationTexas Tourist Board (020-7978 5233, traveltex.com). Las Vegas Convention and Visitors Authority (020-7367 0979, visitlasvegas.co.uk). LA Inc (discoverlosangeles.com).Road tripsUnited StatesLas VegasSan FranciscoLos Angelesguardian.co.uk © Guardian News & Media Limited 2008 | Use of this content is subject to our Terms & Conditions | More Feeds
'It's like TV, only better': Charlie Brooker's American road trip | Travel | The Guardian {...} What do you get when you mix a former Big Brother contestant, your ex-girlfriend, an epic road trip and some of America's more surreal experiences? Charlie Brooker finds out {...}
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]]> Regional > Europe > United Kingdom > News and Media {NORTH AMERICA > LODGING} - Help! Get me out of here! (santa cruz) http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/travel-and-tourism/lodging/help-get-me-out-of-here-santa-cruz-20081052423.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/travel-and-tourism/lodging/help-get-me-out-of-here-santa-cruz-20081052423.htm Thu, 16 Oct 2008 19:46:45 GMT Need excitement? Come join the political/economic turmoil here in the USA! Its sure to keep you energized.. sure to feed your anxiety (great for artisic release!) Dont get me wrong.. I do have a beautiful house in the foothills above Santa Cruz (on the coast in between San Francisco and Big Sur) and I am lucky enough to at least be in a free thinking, liberal, left thinking, green, artistic, college/surfer/hippy town.. with some of the best beaches in the west. BUT I STILL WANT OUT!! Trades: Sweden a plus, as is Denmark, Norway, Germany, Scotland, Australia, New Zealand.. or? Let me know what you have! Come join the madness!!! Sfbay.Craigslist.Org Help! Get me out of here! (santa cruz) {new window}   Sfbay.Craigslist.Org - Need excitement? Come join the political/economic turmoil here in the USA! Its sure to keep you energized.. sure to feed your anxiety (great for artisic release!) Dont get me wrong.. I do have a beautiful house in the foothills above Santa Cruz (on the coast in between San Francisco and Big Sur) and I am lucky enough to at least be in a free thinking, liberal, left thinking, green, artistic, college/surfer/hippy town.. with some of the best beaches in the west. BUT I STILL WANT OUT!! Trades: Sweden a plus, as is Denmark, Norway, Germany, Scotland, Australia, New Zealand.. or? Let me know what you have! Come join the madness!!!
Help! Get me out of here! {...}
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]]> Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Travel and Tourism > Lodging {LITERATURE > CYBERPUNK} - Trip with Rick http://articles.world-of-newave.info/arts/literature/genres/cyberpunk/trip-with-rick-2008104268.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/arts/literature/genres/cyberpunk/trip-with-rick-2008104268.htm Sun, 05 Oct 2008 02:16:21 GMT Rick Veitch is the comics writer and artist who got famous for the Swamp Thing issues he drew for Alan Moore, and is probably still best known for a later issue he planned (the infamous cancelled #88) in which Swamp Thing went back in time, met Jesus and served as the cross on which the messiah was crucified. Although Moore resurrected Swamp Thing, it was Veitch who wrote that story about a hippy actually eating one of the monster's tubers and tripping Veitch continued the series' psychedelic path and took it in some even more dangerous directions. Veitch split from DC for many years, and became a sensation on his own, publishing extremely bizarre yet resonant psychedelic fables. Psychedelic being the operative word. Now they're back - bigger and brighter than ever before. And in my experience, it's the first time a second dose has packed more wallop than the first. His seminal 1980's graphic novel Brat Pack which will finally be republished in a deluxe edition in spring 2009, read like Teen Titans on crank, and served as a template for those super-bad-ass do-gooders in The Boys, Authority, and Kick Ass. He's also reprinting very high quality editions of his classics The Maximortal (free preview) and my personal favorite, Heartburst (which includes a reprint of the almost forgotten ?Mirror Of Love? with Alan Moore and S.R. Bissette). Veitch also drew a story for Harvey Pekar in Smith's fabulous ongoing Next Door Neighbor series (disclosure, my wife has one coming up, as well), and is starting his second year of a disturbingly entertaining war comedy-horror series for Vertigo called Army @ Love. Douglas Rushkoff is a guest blogger.... Boingboing.Net Trip with Rick {new window}   Www.Boingboing.Net - Rick Veitch is the comics writer and artist who got famous for the Swamp Thing issues he drew for Alan Moore, and is probably still best known for a later issue he planned (the infamous cancelled #88) in which Swamp Thing went back in time, met Jesus and served as the cross on which the messiah was crucified. Although Moore resurrected Swamp Thing, it was Veitch who wrote that story about a hippy actually eating one of the monster's tubers and tripping Veitch continued the series' psychedelic path and took it in some even more dangerous directions. Veitch split from DC for many years, and became a sensation on his own, publishing extremely bizarre yet resonant psychedelic fables. Psychedelic being the operative word. Now they're back - bigger and brighter than ever before. And in my experience, it's the first time a second dose has packed more wallop than the first. His seminal 1980's graphic novel Brat Pack which will finally be republished in a deluxe edition in spring 2009, read like Teen Titans on crank, and served as a template for those super-bad-ass do-gooders in The Boys, Authority, and Kick Ass. He's also reprinting very high quality editions of his classics The Maximortal (free preview) and my personal favorite, Heartburst (which includes a reprint of the almost forgotten ?Mirror Of Love? with Alan Moore and S.R. Bissette). Veitch also drew a story for Harvey Pekar in Smith's fabulous ongoing Next Door Neighbor series (disclosure, my wife has one coming up, as well), and is starting his second year of a disturbingly entertaining war comedy-horror series for Vertigo called Army @ Love. Douglas Rushkoff is a guest blogger....
Trip with Rick - Boing Boing {...}
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]]> Arts > Literature > Genres > Cyberpunk {NORTH AMERICA > RENTALS} - looking for new roommate in Parkmerced (ingleside / SFSU / CCSF) $570 http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/rentals/looking-for-new-roommate-in-parkmerced-ingleside-2008103559.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/rentals/looking-for-new-roommate-in-parkmerced-ingleside-2008103559.htm Sat, 04 Oct 2008 06:04:26 GMT I am currently seeking a roommate for my 3-bedroom/ 2.5 bath Parkmerced town home. This town home is quite lovely and has been semi-renovated. I live with three other people (two of which have their own bedrooms) and we are all college students ranging from the ages of 17-19. This town home is in a fabulous location, right in front of Lake Merced and you can even see the beautiful lake from my bedroom window. Our town home is even just a 2-minute walk to the weekly Parkmerced Farmer's Market, which is super-sweet for all of us who are too lazy to go to the grocery store!!! The story is that I do currently share a bedroom with someone, but my roommate is just too cool for me. She enjoys intellectual conversation, good music, hanging out every day in the house, discussing the latest juicy events in her life, and she even masturbates in the room at night when I'm gone. I've had enough of her "entertainment". I want someone new and someone who is really boring. I don't want to deeply discuss politics, social issues, animal rights, or any of this neo-hippy bullshit. I know I live in San Francisco, but hey, can't someone just be shallow all the time? I want someone too lame to hang out with, too lame to talk to, heck, someone too lame to look at!! I did not want a roommate that I got along with. I need someone to fight with. Somebody I could kick around. I need a roommate to take out all of my emotional tension on. Please be the punching bag in my life, and replace my current "awesome" roommate. Rent will be $570.50 a month plus utilities. Sfbay.Craigslist.Org looking for new roommate in Parkmerced (ingleside / SFSU / CCSF) $570 {new window}   Sfbay.Craigslist.Org - I am currently seeking a roommate for my 3-bedroom/ 2.5 bath Parkmerced town home. This town home is quite lovely and has been semi-renovated. I live with three other people (two of which have their own bedrooms) and we are all college students ranging from the ages of 17-19. This town home is in a fabulous location, right in front of Lake Merced and you can even see the beautiful lake from my bedroom window. Our town home is even just a 2-minute walk to the weekly Parkmerced Farmer's Market, which is super-sweet for all of us who are too lazy to go to the grocery store!!! The story is that I do currently share a bedroom with someone, but my roommate is just too cool for me. She enjoys intellectual conversation, good music, hanging out every day in the house, discussing the latest juicy events in her life, and she even masturbates in the room at night when I'm gone. I've had enough of her "entertainment". I want someone new and someone who is really boring. I don't want to deeply discuss politics, social issues, animal rights, or any of this neo-hippy bullshit. I know I live in San Francisco, but hey, can't someone just be shallow all the time? I want someone too lame to hang out with, too lame to talk to, heck, someone too lame to look at!! I did not want a roommate that I got along with. I need someone to fight with. Somebody I could kick around. I need a roommate to take out all of my emotional tension on. Please be the punching bag in my life, and replace my current "awesome" roommate. Rent will be $570.50 a month plus utilities.
looking for new roommate in Parkmerced {...}
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Category: Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Business and Economy > Real Estate > Rentals

]]> Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Business and Economy > Real Estate > Rentals {NORTH AMERICA > RENTALS} - Room in Community Style Home (oakland north / temescal) $475 http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/rentals/room-in-community-style-home-oakland-north-temescal-20080985627.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/rentals/room-in-community-style-home-oakland-north-temescal-20080985627.htm Mon, 22 Sep 2008 06:41:47 GMT Awesome house with even more awesome people seeks a housemate. One room available(9.5x9.5) for one person, shared bathrooms, washer/dryer, dishwasher, large back yard w/ fruit trees and garden, gourmet kitchen, and much more! This is a large house, and comes fully furnished so no more furniture unless you have a nice couch. The room is currently furnished with a small bed and dresser which can stay or not. Located in Oakland near Berkeley border. Available NOW! $475 per month Move-In Cost is First, Last and $238 deposit. (Total $1188). Shared utilities include PG&E, EBMUD, W/M, wireless internet and cable. We have a small zoo, so please no more pets unless caged and in your room. 2 large dogs, 2 indoor/outdoor cats, 2 caged snakes and 1 four (almost five!) year old child. Must be queer/lgbt friendly and accepting. Must like children as a four year old girl lives here half of the week. We are very close friends and are looking for someone to join the tribe. We are not health nuts, but would prefer someone into organic, natural foods. No hard drugs, no smoking in the house. We would prefer someone who is into keeping the community areas clean, tidy and accustomed to being held accountable for their share on the chore board. Generally we are chill but are known for random impromptu parties and bonfires. Introduction to the housemates: Angie: 28 year old, irrigation specialist, single mom extrodanaire, brews beer, hippy and a hottie. Mostly vegetarian. Kaya: cute 4 year old, loves yogurt, will want you to have a tea party with her. Lives here half time. Lisa: 28 year old, telecommuting graphic design master, you will often find her planted at the kitchen table working, but don't worry she's a looker. implant from upstate New York. Addicted to Mountain dew. Shane: 24 year old, cute queer guy. Works in both the bay area and Nevada (on the road alot). The neat freak of the house. Loves "man stuff" like motorcycles and being a handy-man. Eddie: 26 year old, laid back social worker in the city, originally from Sac. Into shows/live music and hanging out at home. Call Shane 510.472.1561 (not after 9:30pm or before 9am please) or shoot us an email. Sfbay.Craigslist.Org Room in Community Style Home (oakland north / temescal) $475 {new window}   Sfbay.Craigslist.Org - Awesome house with even more awesome people seeks a housemate. One room available(9.5x9.5) for one person, shared bathrooms, washer/dryer, dishwasher, large back yard w/ fruit trees and garden, gourmet kitchen, and much more! This is a large house, and comes fully furnished so no more furniture unless you have a nice couch. The room is currently furnished with a small bed and dresser which can stay or not. Located in Oakland near Berkeley border. Available NOW! $475 per month Move-In Cost is First, Last and $238 deposit. (Total $1188). Shared utilities include PG&E, EBMUD, W/M, wireless internet and cable. We have a small zoo, so please no more pets unless caged and in your room. 2 large dogs, 2 indoor/outdoor cats, 2 caged snakes and 1 four (almost five!) year old child. Must be queer/lgbt friendly and accepting. Must like children as a four year old girl lives here half of the week. We are very close friends and are looking for someone to join the tribe. We are not health nuts, but would prefer someone into organic, natural foods. No hard drugs, no smoking in the house. We would prefer someone who is into keeping the community areas clean, tidy and accustomed to being held accountable for their share on the chore board. Generally we are chill but are known for random impromptu parties and bonfires. Introduction to the housemates: Angie: 28 year old, irrigation specialist, single mom extrodanaire, brews beer, hippy and a hottie. Mostly vegetarian. Kaya: cute 4 year old, loves yogurt, will want you to have a tea party with her. Lives here half time. Lisa: 28 year old, telecommuting graphic design master, you will often find her planted at the kitchen table working, but don't worry she's a looker. implant from upstate New York. Addicted to Mountain dew. Shane: 24 year old, cute queer guy. Works in both the bay area and Nevada (on the road alot). The neat freak of the house. Loves "man stuff" like motorcycles and being a handy-man. Eddie: 26 year old, laid back social worker in the city, originally from Sac. Into shows/live music and hanging out at home. Call Shane 510.472.1561 (not after 9:30pm or before 9am please) or shoot us an email.
Room in Community Style Home {...}
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Category: Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Business and Economy > Real Estate > Rentals

]]> Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Business and Economy > Real Estate > Rentals {NORTH AMERICA > RENTALS} - Room for rent = Sunny = Large = Newly painted = Great view = (lower haight) $1250 http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/rentals/room-for-rent-sunny-large-newly-painted-great-view-2008081957.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/rentals/room-for-rent-sunny-large-newly-painted-great-view-2008081957.htm Mon, 11 Aug 2008 06:36:46 GMT We have two rooms for rent in the Lower Haight, Fillmore and Steiner, a mega center for all major transportation lines, 6 Parnassus, 71 and 71 Haight, J, N, F cars two blocks away, Safeway 2 blocks away, the street is active and come alive on the weekend with its many restaurants and clubs. The room is in a 4 bedroom flat, were all active people and were looking for someone that is fun, clean, and is easy going to join our happy family. The flat is recently remodeled, new paint, new kitchen, bathroom tile, heating, electricity and comes with Broadband (16x), premium cable with HBO/STARZ + 154 channels for those televisions that can handle it. The balcony area (porch) has a panoramic view of San Francisco. The move in cost: 1st month rent (1,250)+ matching deposit (1,250) + cleaning fee (150), total= $2,550.00. Full payment at time of move-in. A month to month lease will be given for the room which can be revocable by either party with 30 days notice. No pets allowed, we have our mascot(s) here in place for the animal lovers, Patty and Hippy. Please be prepared to bring 2 references so we can ask your previous landlord(s) how things were with you at your last place. Available NOW: Call Billy at 415-368-1435 anytime. Sfbay.Craigslist.Org Room for rent = Sunny = Large = Newly painted = Great view = (lower haight) $1250 {new window}   Sfbay.Craigslist.Org - We have two rooms for rent in the Lower Haight, Fillmore and Steiner, a mega center for all major transportation lines, 6 Parnassus, 71 and 71 Haight, J, N, F cars two blocks away, Safeway 2 blocks away, the street is active and come alive on the weekend with its many restaurants and clubs. The room is in a 4 bedroom flat, were all active people and were looking for someone that is fun, clean, and is easy going to join our happy family. The flat is recently remodeled, new paint, new kitchen, bathroom tile, heating, electricity and comes with Broadband (16x), premium cable with HBO/STARZ + 154 channels for those televisions that can handle it. The balcony area (porch) has a panoramic view of San Francisco. The move in cost: 1st month rent (1,250)+ matching deposit (1,250) + cleaning fee (150), total= $2,550.00. Full payment at time of move-in. A month to month lease will be given for the room which can be revocable by either party with 30 days notice. No pets allowed, we have our mascot(s) here in place for the animal lovers, Patty and Hippy. Please be prepared to bring 2 references so we can ask your previous landlord(s) how things were with you at your last place. Available NOW: Call Billy at 415-368-1435 anytime.
Room for rent = Sunny = Large = Newly painted = Great view = {...}
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Category: Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Business and Economy > Real Estate > Rentals

]]> Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Business and Economy > Real Estate > Rentals {NORTH AMERICA > LODGING} - Swap my Portland 1BR in SE for your SF place, Oct-Jan (mission district) http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/travel-and-tourism/lodging/swap-my-portland-1br-in-se-for-your-sf-place-oct-jan-2008084487.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/travel-and-tourism/lodging/swap-my-portland-1br-in-se-for-your-sf-place-oct-jan-2008084487.htm Sat, 09 Aug 2008 00:20:34 GMT The Scoop: Portland is awesome, but I've been here 8 years and am I'm getting a little bit antsy. I'd like to try out a few months of living in SF, where I have a few friends and have spent some time roaming Valencia and loafing in Dolores Park. The swap could start in October. I have a flexible job that will allow me to work from our Oakland office (but I want to live in the city), though I need to be back in Portland for a project starting in mid to late January. I have cats, more on that below. The Place: My one bedroom apartment is the upstairs part of a 1910 house converted into a duplex, so you would have two downstairs neighbors and a shared basement with washer/dryer and exterior entrance for bringing your bike in. There's plenty of on street parking too. The square footage is about 700sf, much of that is a large kitchen and large bathroom, with a small living room at the front and a small bedroom at the back. There is a steep staircase in the entryway, your own front door, and part of the front porch. It's nicely and funkily furnished with retro leather chairs, a cool little dining table, a café table in the kitchen side nook, a queen bed, a clawfoot tub, succulents in little jars, stuff like that. It’s old, and a rental, so the appliances are cheapo (electric stove), the windows single paned, but it’s often called charming. I'll take as many photos as you want. It's really a cute place and I've lived there just short of two years. The floors are a little thin, so you can’t have rowdy parties that go late, but the neighbors are generally cool as long as you quiet down by 11pm. The Hood: Google map SE 20th and Hawthorne. The neighborhood I live in is rad. I'm just between Hawthorne and Belmont street, right off 23rd in the SE quadrant of Portland. There's a Hot Lips Pizza (organic, local) right around the corner, two bus lines that go directly downtown, and a bike avenue (Salmon St) one block up. The SE world is your oyster, and it goes like this: Mt. Tabor is 30 blocks east up Salmon, and it's a great big park area good for watching the sun set over the city or taking a brief wooded hike. Clinton and Division streets are just to the south, where you will find the awesome local market New Seasons (NewSeasonsMarkets.com) and People’s Co-Op, which has the only year-round farmers market in town. Three blocks away is Colonel Sumners Park, which everyone treats as their living room for sunbathing, tennis, wallball, kickball, and related hipster activities. Hawthorne shops and restaurants start about 10 blocks east, and include hippy stores, an offshoot of Powell's bookstore, pubs, etc etc. Belmont shops also start at about 30th and include the Pied Cow coffeehouse and hooka bar, the Aalto Lounge (hangout of many an indie rocker, especially the singer from Spoon), and Stumptown Coffee (recognized as one of the best coffee companies in the nation, direct trade, organic, if you're not yet a coffee snob you'll become one here). To the northeast at 28th and Burnside, about a 15 min walk, is the Laurelhurst Theater, which is a great second run beer theater, Crema coffeeshop (a freelancers haven), restaurants, dive bars, and a Whole Foods. It's all within easy walking distance through neighborhoods. Downtown takes about 12 minutes biking over the Hawthorne Bridge, with bike lanes the whole way. The Cat's Meow: So, the cats. They're two boy cats, cute and stripy, and they would either need to stay or come with me. If they stay, we could work something out, with me paying for all the food and litter and what-not. One is a cuddler and one is reserved, and both spend most of their time outside but sleep inside at night. It kind of depends on the situation, but I would be very appreciative if you loved them like your own. If the cats can come with me to your place, that would be great, too. The Icing: In ultimate fantasy land, I hope we could essentially trade friends and hit the ground running in our adopted cities. I want to swap in part because my creative energy is stagnating, and I hope a little change of scenery and exposure to new ideas will make me do the things I've been putting off. I'm a 25 year old lady, write for an environmental publication, and enjoy music and arts and bikes and independent fashion designers and other classic Portland pursuits. I have subscriptions to Ready Made, the New Yorker, and Cooks Illustrated, read lots of design and culture blogs, own a solid mp3 collection, and spend most of my time eating, drinking, and going to music shows. You can borrow my peeps, you'll love them. My friends are similar in tastes, great and smart and talented and friendly people who play and bike around and spend Sundays drinking spiked lemonade in the park. Once you meet a few of them, you'll see them everywhere, and then you'll know everyone in no time. You probably wanted to move here anyway, right? If you can do the same for me in SF, I hope we'll be pals and can do this swap thing again anytime after May. The Necessary Disclaimer About Weather: October and November are good months here. Mild with increasing chill but still sunny, and everyone knows the rain is coming and is spending as much time socializing as possible. It starts to get cold in November, but the shiznit doesn't really hit the fan until January, at which point you'll be back south. In December it starts to get dark at 5pm, and everyone kind of beds down for the winter. Heavy drinking of microbrews and local vodkas begins (or increases, we're really a drinking town, budget accordingly), and all the singles scramble to find someone to hibernate with for the winter. You'll get to witness all this, realize there are five months of utter gloom coming, and whisk yourself away while everyone else increases their Netflix subscriptions and begrudgingly attaches heavy duty fenders to their bikes. Or you'll make friends with some skiers and snowboarders, get amped about the season on Mt Hood, and move here anyway. Sfbay.Craigslist.Org Swap my Portland 1BR in SE for your SF place, Oct-Jan (mission district) {new window}   Sfbay.Craigslist.Org - The Scoop: Portland is awesome, but I've been here 8 years and am I'm getting a little bit antsy. I'd like to try out a few months of living in SF, where I have a few friends and have spent some time roaming Valencia and loafing in Dolores Park. The swap could start in October. I have a flexible job that will allow me to work from our Oakland office (but I want to live in the city), though I need to be back in Portland for a project starting in mid to late January. I have cats, more on that below. The Place: My one bedroom apartment is the upstairs part of a 1910 house converted into a duplex, so you would have two downstairs neighbors and a shared basement with washer/dryer and exterior entrance for bringing your bike in. There's plenty of on street parking too. The square footage is about 700sf, much of that is a large kitchen and large bathroom, with a small living room at the front and a small bedroom at the back. There is a steep staircase in the entryway, your own front door, and part of the front porch. It's nicely and funkily furnished with retro leather chairs, a cool little dining table, a café table in the kitchen side nook, a queen bed, a clawfoot tub, succulents in little jars, stuff like that. It’s old, and a rental, so the appliances are cheapo (electric stove), the windows single paned, but it’s often called charming. I'll take as many photos as you want. It's really a cute place and I've lived there just short of two years. The floors are a little thin, so you can’t have rowdy parties that go late, but the neighbors are generally cool as long as you quiet down by 11pm. The Hood: Google map SE 20th and Hawthorne. The neighborhood I live in is rad. I'm just between Hawthorne and Belmont street, right off 23rd in the SE quadrant of Portland. There's a Hot Lips Pizza (organic, local) right around the corner, two bus lines that go directly downtown, and a bike avenue (Salmon St) one block up. The SE world is your oyster, and it goes like this: Mt. Tabor is 30 blocks east up Salmon, and it's a great big park area good for watching the sun set over the city or taking a brief wooded hike. Clinton and Division streets are just to the south, where you will find the awesome local market New Seasons (NewSeasonsMarkets.com) and People’s Co-Op, which has the only year-round farmers market in town. Three blocks away is Colonel Sumners Park, which everyone treats as their living room for sunbathing, tennis, wallball, kickball, and related hipster activities. Hawthorne shops and restaurants start about 10 blocks east, and include hippy stores, an offshoot of Powell's bookstore, pubs, etc etc. Belmont shops also start at about 30th and include the Pied Cow coffeehouse and hooka bar, the Aalto Lounge (hangout of many an indie rocker, especially the singer from Spoon), and Stumptown Coffee (recognized as one of the best coffee companies in the nation, direct trade, organic, if you're not yet a coffee snob you'll become one here). To the northeast at 28th and Burnside, about a 15 min walk, is the Laurelhurst Theater, which is a great second run beer theater, Crema coffeeshop (a freelancers haven), restaurants, dive bars, and a Whole Foods. It's all within easy walking distance through neighborhoods. Downtown takes about 12 minutes biking over the Hawthorne Bridge, with bike lanes the whole way. The Cat's Meow: So, the cats. They're two boy cats, cute and stripy, and they would either need to stay or come with me. If they stay, we could work something out, with me paying for all the food and litter and what-not. One is a cuddler and one is reserved, and both spend most of their time outside but sleep inside at night. It kind of depends on the situation, but I would be very appreciative if you loved them like your own. If the cats can come with me to your place, that would be great, too. The Icing: In ultimate fantasy land, I hope we could essentially trade friends and hit the ground running in our adopted cities. I want to swap in part because my creative energy is stagnating, and I hope a little change of scenery and exposure to new ideas will make me do the things I've been putting off. I'm a 25 year old lady, write for an environmental publication, and enjoy music and arts and bikes and independent fashion designers and other classic Portland pursuits. I have subscriptions to Ready Made, the New Yorker, and Cooks Illustrated, read lots of design and culture blogs, own a solid mp3 collection, and spend most of my time eating, drinking, and going to music shows. You can borrow my peeps, you'll love them. My friends are similar in tastes, great and smart and talented and friendly people who play and bike around and spend Sundays drinking spiked lemonade in the park. Once you meet a few of them, you'll see them everywhere, and then you'll know everyone in no time. You probably wanted to move here anyway, right? If you can do the same for me in SF, I hope we'll be pals and can do this swap thing again anytime after May. The Necessary Disclaimer About Weather: October and November are good months here. Mild with increasing chill but still sunny, and everyone knows the rain is coming and is spending as much time socializing as possible. It starts to get cold in November, but the shiznit doesn't really hit the fan until January, at which point you'll be back south. In December it starts to get dark at 5pm, and everyone kind of beds down for the winter. Heavy drinking of microbrews and local vodkas begins (or increases, we're really a drinking town, budget accordingly), and all the singles scramble to find someone to hibernate with for the winter. You'll get to witness all this, realize there are five months of utter gloom coming, and whisk yourself away while everyone else increases their Netflix subscriptions and begrudgingly attaches heavy duty fenders to their bikes. Or you'll make friends with some skiers and snowboarders, get amped about the season on Mt Hood, and move here anyway.
Swap my Portland 1BR in SE for your SF place, Oct-Jan {...}
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Category: Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Travel and Tourism > Lodging

]]> Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Travel and Tourism > Lodging {LITERATURE > CYBERPUNK} - Rival Rainbow hippy factions brawl http://articles.world-of-newave.info/arts/literature/genres/cyberpunk/rival-rainbow-hippy-factions-brawl-20080728921.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/arts/literature/genres/cyberpunk/rival-rainbow-hippy-factions-brawl-20080728921.htm Tue, 22 Jul 2008 17:21:39 GMT The Boulder Daily Camera reports that five members of the peace-and-love espousing Rainbow Family were arrested after brawling at a campsite near the Colorado mountain town of Ward. One man was hit in the back of the head multiple times and had to be airlifted to a Denver hospital. He may have also been stabbed in the neck and is unable to speak. Sheriff?s officials said everyone allegedly involved in the fight was part of a ?splinter group? of Rainbow Family members who earlier this month were kicked out of a campsite in Pinedale, Wyo., after the group became ?very violent? during a national assembly. ... In 2006, a member of the Rainbow Family angered over another family member?s refusal to help him ?regulate? others camping at Ruby Gulch stabbed him in the neck, according to the Sheriff?s Office. Court records show that Joshua Sunchild Silva, known by his Rainbow name of Karma Chip, pleaded guilty to third-degree assault and was sentenced to six months in the Boulder County Jail in the stabbing of Gilbert Hernandez, 31. Rainbow hippies arrested after Nederland brawl (Boulder Daily Camera)... Boingboing.Net Rival Rainbow hippy factions brawl {new window}   Www.Boingboing.Net - The Boulder Daily Camera reports that five members of the peace-and-love espousing Rainbow Family were arrested after brawling at a campsite near the Colorado mountain town of Ward. One man was hit in the back of the head multiple times and had to be airlifted to a Denver hospital. He may have also been stabbed in the neck and is unable to speak. Sheriff?s officials said everyone allegedly involved in the fight was part of a ?splinter group? of Rainbow Family members who earlier this month were kicked out of a campsite in Pinedale, Wyo., after the group became ?very violent? during a national assembly. ... In 2006, a member of the Rainbow Family angered over another family member?s refusal to help him ?regulate? others camping at Ruby Gulch stabbed him in the neck, according to the Sheriff?s Office. Court records show that Joshua Sunchild Silva, known by his Rainbow name of Karma Chip, pleaded guilty to third-degree assault and was sentenced to six months in the Boulder County Jail in the stabbing of Gilbert Hernandez, 31. Rainbow hippies arrested after Nederland brawl (Boulder Daily Camera)...
Rival Rainbow hippy factions brawl - Boing Boing {...}
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