Now I'm just sitting here. The donuts have arrived, and I've eaten as many as I can stomach. Helen doesn't want any, so I guess the last leg of their journay will be in a dumpster, unless we can find some bums who want one. Oh yeah, Helen's friend that we're staying with noted that it's funny that the spare changers here are called "panhandlers", thinking that it has something to do with the gold rush and panning for gold. In New York, apparently, they just call them 'Beggars'. "Maybe [panhandlers] is for the whole west coast. I don't know about Seattle..." "Oh, we just call them 'bums'". You see, that has something to do with Seattlites sitting around on their bums.

What I learned:

• You can easily fit two adult bicycles in a station wagon if you take the wheels and seat off each one.
• San Francisco has an unusually high pedestrian + car impact fatality rate
• So does Boston
• Other electronic bands are apparently much more boring than mine
• am/pm workers don't know much about maintaining the soda machine
• not all places to eat in San Francisco are that good.

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