October 5, 2005 @ 11:07 am
Kepler’s Bookstore in Menlo Park is reopening. Rally and such on Saturday. Hurrah - hurray!
Also - Howl turned 50 and you can celebrate at Litquake with grayed beatniks. So many conferences and festivals in SF, I should have one.
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Speaking of bookstores, Cody’s Bookstore of Berkeley fame (which had Salman Rushdie speaking last week) has just opened a store at San Francsico at Stockton & Market. For you non-SF folks, that’s next to the Virgin Megastore.
It is placed at the former site of the fabled and historic Planet Hollywood restaurant. Ah yes, I remember it like yesterday - those halycon days of my preteen youth - life as an artsy bon vivant at the great Planet Hollywood. It was the Paris of the early 90s. But, I degress.
Comment by dan — October 5, 2005 @ 5:53 pm
I had a terrible meal once on an awkward high school semi-date at the Planet Hollywood in San Diego. It was also the first time I experienced a bathroom with an attendant.
Comment by CMK — October 5, 2005 @ 9:41 pm
I too had an experience in the Planet Hollywood in San Diego during my highschool years. The food inspired me to eject the contents of my stomach into their fine porcelain bowls. I could never understand how Arnold Schwarzenegger could betray me by allowing such a culinary hindenburg to occur in the great Bear Flag Republic. I’ve been a lonely cynic ever since, taking refugee in Russian literature, vodka and my orange cat Muffins (1992-1998).
Comment by dan — October 5, 2005 @ 10:00 pm
I too had an experience in the Planet Hollywood in San Diego during my highschool years. The food inspired me to eject the contents of my stomach into their fine porcelain bowls. I could never understand how Arnold Schwarzenegger could betray me by allowing such a culinary hindenburg to occur in the great Bear Flag Republic. I’ve been a lonely cynic ever since, taking refugee in russian literature, vodka and my orange cat Muffins (1992-1998).
Comment by dan — October 5, 2005 @ 10:00 pm