The booth was significantly more roomy sans Tweedledee and Tweedledum. (men take up so much room). We had amusing running commentary on the various hoochies that visited us (lip-liner is so eighties slut). Bought some rings from a very hot jewelry man (sigh). One has this huge chair on it, and he made me promise I wouldn't poke my eye out and the other one has freeway over-passes rendered in enamel on a plain band. Have I mentioned how cool freeway overpasses are? They are one of the flowers of our North American Car Culture Civilization (yes, I know, civilization may be the overstatement of the century).
The Caring Software Company that sponsored our booth has the word "algorithm" in their company motto (something about bringing "algorithms to actuality"). I really think it is an underutilized word and very sexy. (Hey baby, I wanna groove to your algorithm) I like the way it tastes. yum.
Speaking of, there were some soldiers lurking on at the corner of Castro and California, who were very scrummy. A plane load of them from Afghanistan and Iraq just arrived at Moffett (they were officially welcomed by the mayor, whom I met yesterday). I can't imagine going from a war-torn middle-eastern country to downtown MV in the middle of an art+wine festival (the sight of the obese throngs stuffing their faces with fried foods is disturbing enough).