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| Riding the Bart on the way to Oakland to meet up with my next-door neighbor from Woodinville, and check out the Friday night street fair! |
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| As I approached the street fair, I saw scalpers on the street and wondered if the fair actually cost money. Turns out New Order was playing....a few days after I learned their name, and here they are....?? |
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| Of course there's a creme brulee cart....I liked that guy's beard. |
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| Art Murmur, it's called... |
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| On my way to Arab Fest the next morning, I emerged from the Bart station and ran into an anti-war demonstration! I stuck with these guys for a little while. |
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| Code Pink represent! |
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| Finally, I made it to Arab Fest, and just in time for the Palestinian fashion show. |
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| Arab Fest in the heart of San Francisco |
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| Cool sidewalk statue |
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| The NEXT morning....between three modes of transportation on our way to the Bluegrass festival, my cousin and I hit up the farmer's market by the Civic Center |
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| I led the way to Soul Rebels, a New Orleans Thursday night tradition. It was great to hear brass again. |
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| Glen Hansard was my cousin's choice, and I got chills all through that set. He was phenomenal. |
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| At Burning Man Decompression, some of the installations made a reappearance. People piled on the ground to watch the fire swirl around this hanging bowl. |
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| "Char Wash," where people stand inside a pen and get "cleansed" by swirling flames |
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| This man's tuba was on fire. |
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| When I got back to Menlo Park, I was absolutely famished, so I made shakshuka for me and Carin! That was a tasty batch, if I do say so myself.... |
