Once for Arabic class we had to go to a Mosque or other place of worship that had Arabic services (there was a Christian place too). My classmate was Muslim so he invited me to Friday prayers at his mosque.
As I was walking up to the Mosque I noticed a figure wearing an abaya sitting in a beat up old car outside the mosque, the lady waiting for her man to finish.
Men were running into the Mosque because the call to prayer was already starting and men were lining up inside. After leaving my flip-flops outside with the rest of the shoes I joined them because I couldn't find my friend and praying was set to commence. All the men lined up on these lines next to each other, close, our shoulders were all touching.
I didn't know how to pray but it was fairly easy to follow along because everyone did the same movements at the same time. There were a lot of Somalians there and maybe some other Africans but I was unsure of which kind. They were mostly dressed in slacks and business type shirts. There were a few people in dishdashas, but most were wearing Western clothing.
To tell the truth I distrust religious groups because they are run, as I see it, for political purposes and usually are quite oppressive, regardless of their purported faith. But it felt kind of good to pray actually, though I was more nervous than anything.
The prayers only lasted a short time, maybe this wasn't friday, maybe another day. Everyone broke up and began talking to each other. Some young dudes near me, like in their teens, were talking but one looked at me and told his friend "let's talk outside, too many snitches here."
I laughed out loud at them to show them that they shouldn't judge another creature of Allah but they left anyway.
I found my friend and he told me to meet the Imam of the Mosque to talk about religion.
The Imam was a bearded dark skinned Indian man wearing the traditional loose fitting shirt and pants of Indians, though it was more like Pakistani clothes. I met some really friendly young guys from Saudi Arabia, they had these long beards and wore white dishdashas, they were very nice.
The Imam looked at me as I was introduced. My friend said something like: he's taking Arabic because he grew up in the Middle East.
Imam (to me): Oh, what countries?
Me: Kuwait and the UAE
Imam: What did your father do?
Me: Engineer
Imam: Oh, well it looks like he worked hard so you could eat a lot of lamb!
Me: Oh, Are you saying I'm fat?
I sat on the floor with the men.
Imam: Ask me anything you like.
Me: Well I don't know much about Islam, I'm sort of Catholic, but haven't really practiced any religion. I grew up in the Middle East so I'm sort of interested in Islam, etc.
Imam: All things operate on God's time, the sun comes up and goes down, the plants eat water and live and die. Man, though, has a choice. Man can choose to go with God or against him. If he chooses to go against God his life will be bad, if he goes with God then he can go to heaven.
Me: What about women, can't women come and pray here?
Another guy: Women can come and visit, many do, and stand in the back and watch.
Imam: Some mosques have separate areas for women.
Another guy: Well you don't really want a woman there praying do you? She'll distract you from praying to God.
Me: What about Sufis, who are the Sufis?
Imam: Sufis are Muslims who wear cloth, like cotton, this means "Sufi" in Arabic, they go in the forest and pray to God all the time. That's all.
Me: What about other religions?
Imam: Well we believe in Christianity and Judaism too, but with one difference: Jesus was a prophet not a God, how can man be God? Impossible. In India there are Zoroastrians, they love fire, how can God be fire? If they see a man lighting cigarette they go and pray in front of him. Hindus love cows, they see a cow in the street and they pray to it, how can they do this? They see a cow make pee pee and they go to drink the pee pee (he actually said this), is this God?
Me: Ok then.
The Imam started opening some bills that another guy had brought to him. Some white American Muslim guy with a beard was unrolling a bedding near us. The Imam asked him how long he wanted to stay there.
Anyway, when I left my flipflops were gone too. After a brief scurry of investigation one guy said he saw the kid who took them and he knows them. I tried leaving without shoes but one of the nice guys gave me his sandals. The Imam gave me a soda from their concession stand.
I got my flipflops back later.
I'm not sure how you learn about religion if not through other people?
WTF
Jun 22, 2006
Jun 19, 2006
phone ear thing
There was this guy who worked in the ridiculous company I used to work for who used to walk around the office with some kind of blue-tooth phone thing in his ear that constantly lit up and had some kind of blacklight thing on it. This guy would talk to you with it on.
I saw some other person with one today, walking around.
Here's some advice: don't wear these things unless you are using the phone, you look like an idiot.
In fact, throw away your cell phone entirely, you don't need it.
I saw some other person with one today, walking around.
Here's some advice: don't wear these things unless you are using the phone, you look like an idiot.
In fact, throw away your cell phone entirely, you don't need it.
Jun 15, 2006
Jun 9, 2006
Jun 4, 2006
Donde esta el Superman?
Once, last year, I dropped my wife, who was off to a conference, off at the airport.
I had drove her car and after seeing her off went back to the parking lot. After waiting for some people to walk by behind me I pulled out and then put the car in drive and started going. At this point a white car on my right was backing up and I thought it was going to stop but instead rammed into the side of the car, smashing and denting the rear right passenger door area.
Pedestrians returning from the airport saw the incident and walked quickly by us.
The car that hit me had Mexican license plates and a woman got out. She was very apologetic and said it was her fault. In broken English and some Spanish (which I speak brokenly) she explained that she had just put her daughter on a plane to Texas and was on her way back home to Mexico (across the border).
In my broken Spanish I said: listen, you stay here lady, I need to call the cops and make a report.
She: No, no, no cops please. Listen, you come to Mexico next week and my cousin will fix your car for free, I'll give you the address and you just come over there and we'll do it.
Me: No way. Stay here.
I walked over to the taxi stand where some slumped over man with a CB radio on his shoulder was directing the line of people waiting to get into cabs.
Me: Listen, there's been an accident, my car was hit and the lady is still over there, can you call the police?
Him: Um, hey, go over to that change machine and press the help button and talk to the people.
I walked over to the change machine and pressed the button a bunch of times. A pissed off lady answered from the machine:
She: What?
Me: There's been an accident and my car was hit in the parking lot. Can you call the police?
She: What parking lot are you in?
I looked around and told her.
She: ok, let me call my supervisor and call the harbor police, you don't have a cell phone?
Me: No.
I went back to the Mexican lady and we talked a little in broken SPanglish/Englespanol.
I saw her license and wrote down her number, as well as her car's license plate number and make and model. She gave me her phone number in Mexico too.
She was trying a new solution on me.
She: Ok listen, you get your car fixed, then you call me in Mexico, I'll bring the cash to you here in this city. Let's see... do you know the Mall? I know the mall, ok, we will meet in front of Victoria's Secret in the mall next weekend and I'll bring you the money.
Me: No.
No cop showed up after 40 minutes so I went back to the taxi man, who didn't want to help me.
Him: Um, let me talk to my supervisor.
He did his little walkie talkie thing on his shoulder and his supervisor told him he'd call the harbor police.
I went back to the car and the lady was like: um, I'm leaving, see you.
I had her info and wasn't in the mood to tackle her on this side of the border so I watched her go.
30 minutes later a patrol car pulls up.
Some lazy, tall cop gets out, shines his flashlight on my car (it's bashed in completely), he asks if I'm ok and I say that I am. Then he gets in his car and says he's going to talk to his supervisor about what to do. He talks to someone then comes back.
Him: Let me see that phone number, a buddy of mine speaks Spanish and can call it.
I give him the paper but there's no answer on the Mexican line, it's out of service, fake number, something predictable.
Him: Well, it looks like she pulled a fast one on you. Let me talk to my supervisor.
He leaves and gets back in his car and then comes back.
Him: Well listen, since it's a non-injury incident and since you got some information from her in good faith it's not a hit and run, even though she left. So I can't write a report about it. Call your insurance company and tell them that you were driving forward. I got jacked once because I told my insurance company that I was still in reverse and they said it was partially my fault, so if you were driving forward it won't be your fault.
Me: I see, thanks.
I get home and call my insurance provider (AAA). They say that since I was driving forward the blame is on the other lady, but since I didn't get her insurance number I have to pay a $250 deductable and they'll pay the rest. They say that if they can find the lady's insurance provider in Mexico that they'll pay us back the $250.
They follow up months later with a note: The lady doesn't have insurance so we can't pay you back the $250. If you like, you can attempt to take her to small claims court.
(Is there an International Small Claims Court somewhere in the Netherlands??).
Moral of the story:
1. Nobody wants to work and will do anything they can to get out of being responsible.
2. If you are in an accident, call an ambulence, claim pains and everything, call 911, shriek and cry, file a personal injury suit against the airport, the police, the Mexican government, president Bush, Honda, everyone. Most of all, lie about everything you can, then the cops will come and make a report, the taxi man will call the police, and the Mexican lady will not escape across the border and you will get your great rewards for being such a good member of society.
3. You're screwed, drink a beer and relax.
I had drove her car and after seeing her off went back to the parking lot. After waiting for some people to walk by behind me I pulled out and then put the car in drive and started going. At this point a white car on my right was backing up and I thought it was going to stop but instead rammed into the side of the car, smashing and denting the rear right passenger door area.
Pedestrians returning from the airport saw the incident and walked quickly by us.
The car that hit me had Mexican license plates and a woman got out. She was very apologetic and said it was her fault. In broken English and some Spanish (which I speak brokenly) she explained that she had just put her daughter on a plane to Texas and was on her way back home to Mexico (across the border).
In my broken Spanish I said: listen, you stay here lady, I need to call the cops and make a report.
She: No, no, no cops please. Listen, you come to Mexico next week and my cousin will fix your car for free, I'll give you the address and you just come over there and we'll do it.
Me: No way. Stay here.
I walked over to the taxi stand where some slumped over man with a CB radio on his shoulder was directing the line of people waiting to get into cabs.
Me: Listen, there's been an accident, my car was hit and the lady is still over there, can you call the police?
Him: Um, hey, go over to that change machine and press the help button and talk to the people.
I walked over to the change machine and pressed the button a bunch of times. A pissed off lady answered from the machine:
She: What?
Me: There's been an accident and my car was hit in the parking lot. Can you call the police?
She: What parking lot are you in?
I looked around and told her.
She: ok, let me call my supervisor and call the harbor police, you don't have a cell phone?
Me: No.
I went back to the Mexican lady and we talked a little in broken SPanglish/Englespanol.
I saw her license and wrote down her number, as well as her car's license plate number and make and model. She gave me her phone number in Mexico too.
She was trying a new solution on me.
She: Ok listen, you get your car fixed, then you call me in Mexico, I'll bring the cash to you here in this city. Let's see... do you know the Mall? I know the mall, ok, we will meet in front of Victoria's Secret in the mall next weekend and I'll bring you the money.
Me: No.
No cop showed up after 40 minutes so I went back to the taxi man, who didn't want to help me.
Him: Um, let me talk to my supervisor.
He did his little walkie talkie thing on his shoulder and his supervisor told him he'd call the harbor police.
I went back to the car and the lady was like: um, I'm leaving, see you.
I had her info and wasn't in the mood to tackle her on this side of the border so I watched her go.
30 minutes later a patrol car pulls up.
Some lazy, tall cop gets out, shines his flashlight on my car (it's bashed in completely), he asks if I'm ok and I say that I am. Then he gets in his car and says he's going to talk to his supervisor about what to do. He talks to someone then comes back.
Him: Let me see that phone number, a buddy of mine speaks Spanish and can call it.
I give him the paper but there's no answer on the Mexican line, it's out of service, fake number, something predictable.
Him: Well, it looks like she pulled a fast one on you. Let me talk to my supervisor.
He leaves and gets back in his car and then comes back.
Him: Well listen, since it's a non-injury incident and since you got some information from her in good faith it's not a hit and run, even though she left. So I can't write a report about it. Call your insurance company and tell them that you were driving forward. I got jacked once because I told my insurance company that I was still in reverse and they said it was partially my fault, so if you were driving forward it won't be your fault.
Me: I see, thanks.
I get home and call my insurance provider (AAA). They say that since I was driving forward the blame is on the other lady, but since I didn't get her insurance number I have to pay a $250 deductable and they'll pay the rest. They say that if they can find the lady's insurance provider in Mexico that they'll pay us back the $250.
They follow up months later with a note: The lady doesn't have insurance so we can't pay you back the $250. If you like, you can attempt to take her to small claims court.
(Is there an International Small Claims Court somewhere in the Netherlands??).
Moral of the story:
1. Nobody wants to work and will do anything they can to get out of being responsible.
2. If you are in an accident, call an ambulence, claim pains and everything, call 911, shriek and cry, file a personal injury suit against the airport, the police, the Mexican government, president Bush, Honda, everyone. Most of all, lie about everything you can, then the cops will come and make a report, the taxi man will call the police, and the Mexican lady will not escape across the border and you will get your great rewards for being such a good member of society.
3. You're screwed, drink a beer and relax.
Jun 3, 2006
Hyphy
While the hyphy movement may not go beyond E-40's "Tell Me When To Go," (the already fading pop song that outlines all the cool aspects of the bay area, ie golden/diamond teeth (come on, Nelly already did that), spinning around in your car, running next to your car while it drives, wearing women's sunglasses and more)... another fantastic song is coming out of B-town called "Vans."
It's by a group of Berkeley High students who call themselves "The Wolfpack."
You need to get this. You can hear it online at their myspace page:
http://myspace.com/wolfpackmusik
Electro-clash beat ala Trio's DA DA DA, inane lyrics about vans (who knew they were still cool?), and shout outs to B-town mean a mega hit. I hope this gets popular outside the bay.
I got to hear it recently in a stretch limosine going from San Francisco to Oakland airport with my woman and some free scotch. Bumping that in a limo going through the Bay Area with some Scottish enhancements and a naturally occurring anxiety that comes with flying was all good.
The song, on the radio station that was playing it, was followed by RBL Posse's wonderous hit "bammer weed" about the pitfalls of buying less than par marijuana. An oldy but goody.
Speaking of it's all good, go and buy Mac Mall's album Illegal Business as quickly as you can, if you love bay area. His song "my opinion" with vocoder enhancement, is one of the best rap songs ever, taking it back to Sucka MCs land with just some cool beats and one guy rapping.
Another song to listen to is called "It's All Good."
That is all for now. Thank you.
It's by a group of Berkeley High students who call themselves "The Wolfpack."
You need to get this. You can hear it online at their myspace page:
http://myspace.com/wolfpackmusik
Electro-clash beat ala Trio's DA DA DA, inane lyrics about vans (who knew they were still cool?), and shout outs to B-town mean a mega hit. I hope this gets popular outside the bay.
I got to hear it recently in a stretch limosine going from San Francisco to Oakland airport with my woman and some free scotch. Bumping that in a limo going through the Bay Area with some Scottish enhancements and a naturally occurring anxiety that comes with flying was all good.
The song, on the radio station that was playing it, was followed by RBL Posse's wonderous hit "bammer weed" about the pitfalls of buying less than par marijuana. An oldy but goody.
Speaking of it's all good, go and buy Mac Mall's album Illegal Business as quickly as you can, if you love bay area. His song "my opinion" with vocoder enhancement, is one of the best rap songs ever, taking it back to Sucka MCs land with just some cool beats and one guy rapping.
Another song to listen to is called "It's All Good."
That is all for now. Thank you.
Jun 1, 2006
Bath Tub for Rent
In 1999 I was working at Ask Jeeves (as of 2006 just "ask.com," RIP JEEVES) in the Bay Area and looking for a place to live. I wasn't making too much money but didn't want to live with a bunch of people (like the show "friends") which was what everyone seemed to be doing in SF, and the shared apartments were the only thing I could (barely) afford.
In my craigslist apartment searching I got frustrated ....(if you are unfamiliar about Sf bay area in 1999 every dick, jackass and hairy thought they were going to be billionares and so everyone moved here, then with the bay area's unique cultural array finding a roommate who was not politically/sexually/educationally or emotionally compatible was impossible and renting was in the nyc and up range, ie $1300+ for a studio with shared bath)..... so I posted the following fake ad on craigslist (under a pseudonym, Lance Campres) and became famous for two seconds:
"Subject: (apartments) Comfortable Bath Tub for rent $1000
Bath tub for rent in East Bay. Can use as a bed. Apartment is nice and in theEast Bay, accessible to any job. Bath tub can fit mattress, must be friendly person who does not mind late night potty going roomates (shower curtain is kind of like a wall).
We are: 1 39 year old chemically sensitive transvestite, 1 21 year old art school student (female) who is allergic to many types of food and pollens (can only bring canned SPAM into the house to eat), 1 27 year old drug using alcoholic (male) who likes to "party" hard, and four dogs.
In order to not disrupt the balance of the animal harmony, we prefer not to have anymore pets or drug users. Person must be out of the bath room/tub by 6 am and can enter at 8 pm.rent is $1000 a month. thank you. lcampers."
I got a bunch of emails regarding the ad, and it was written about in the SF Chronicle, the Red Herring, and the Wall Street Journal. I was interviewed on some guy's morning radio show in Chicago and also BBC radio in London. Alas, I was not made a millionare with my antics.
Here are some of the email responses:
Looking for apartments sucks, and I appreciated the humor. Thanks!
Ha ha!!!! I really hope you are joking. But that is about the shape of things for anyone trying to find a place!
this must be some kind of joke, right? I certainly hope so...
wow! i am extremely interested in the tub for rent! sounds great! i just became a millionare with my companies ipo and love the ocean, so naturally living in a tub would be ideal! i can pay $1700 a month and first, third, fifth, and last months rent (and a security deposit of course!) i won't cook in the house or use the bathroom and i will keep all of my stuff i a seperate storage unit so you won't be inconvenienced! i would like to move in dec. 1st and would like a 10-12 year lease (fully binding). hope to hear from you soon!
VERY FLIPPIN' FUNNY.........THIS MARKET SUCKS MA SPAM AND SO DO Y'ALL
While tempting, I think there's some specifics missing from your post: * Is it a claw foot tub? * What kind of fixtures? Brass? Stainless steel? * I"m OK with the "late night potty going roomates", but i think i would require that anyone with excessive gas or loose stools wait until morning. Would you guys be willing to consider that?
Claw foot or molded plastic? Twin or full mattress? Iknow you want to maintain the animal harmony. . . howabout a 13-year-old, blind Schnauzer and a Blue Heelerthat might look like a cat if she had a tail, meow-ed,and were considereably smaller and more graceful? We(sans the canines) are: a barely-married coupletransferred out here for work (REI). I: a converted and lesbian. He: the conquerer. Since we got here, we've had considerable opportunity to do some intense product testing (namely, tents andsleeping bags) as we search for the perfect bathtub.Would it help if we were Mormon?You can e-mail us back here: Gracias.
I laughed and laughed and did i ever need to. Thanks again.
Couple responding to bath tub advert. we are:
1. unemployed and living off of donations and food stamps
2. recently kicked out of living room situation
3. excited about the possibility of having FREE water at our disposal
4. two tall people, one might be a boy, one a girl, we aren't too sure, who need a place to sleep from 8pm to 6am, where upon we will arise to our dailyadventures
5. one of us is bald, one of us has dreadlocks. a lot of hair ends up in thedrain. the bald one has dreaded pubes.
6. we both wear a lot of make up.
7. neither of us use drugs. except heroine. which isn't really a drug. it's anecessity. and. it's food.
8. we have lived in various situations for the past six months: two bathtubs,two living rooms, one litter box, one sink, and three garbages (with and withoutrecycling).
9. we don't have a phone number now, but if you are interested in renting us,we can be found here in the wires.$1100 a month.plapp and x
OUT OF YOUR MIND!!This is a joke, right? A mockery on the inflated rent prices in SF and parts ofthe E. Bay?Hmmm...Either way, good fuckin' luck!!!
Hi. I am interested in your bath tub for rent. It says mattress accessible, is that a twin, full, Q or King? Also, my husband and 5 year old child will be staying there too. We have a nice room in a co-op house we are sharing right now, but we feel we need a change of scenery. In the mornings, I will try and move the diapers out of the way of the showerers and bathers, as my husband goes through many per night. Thanks, Lycheea
I am a dotcom professional interested in your tub. I can pay you $3,000 a
week and can be out of it a 3am when I leave for my commute to San Jose. I
have no pets, allergies, signficant other, or life.
Regards,
LD
I am a 14 year old hermaphrodite. Due to my baboon heart, I, too am chemically sensative and prefer to eat only bananas and fava beans. As my favorite pass-time involves throwing dung, the bath room should be perfect! I'll bring my hose to hook up to the tap in order to hose it out before morning occupants.I am currently dating SNL star Mr. Peepers...I hope he will not disrupt the household balance too much. Since this sounds like such a great opportunity, I'd like to bid $2000 per month! Please notify me if I am the winner! Mr/Mrs Pickles
lcampers,I'm a reporter at The Wall Street Journal. I'm interested in talking with you about the ad you placed on craigslist.com. Would you call me or e-mailme if you'd be willing to talk with me for a possible story? Thanks inadvance for your consideration.Regards, Sheila Staff ReporterThe Wall Street Journal.
Hello... Just saw mention of your craigslist ad (for bathtub rental)....Thinking of writing about that, but wonder if you got any response? And of course, how off the level was it? thanks,
Leah
Lan, I spoke to Leah. She gave me your e-mail address. I'm sure she explained to you, we want to talk to you on our radio show. We thought it was a great story. We describe our radio show as if David Letterman had a radio show. It's just fun. Nothing more. The host is Jonathon Brandmeier, and Johnny really wants to talk to you. We are on the air from 9AM-Noon yourtime. Today would NOT be too soon. You can call collect. We're here til 1PM every day. After that, you can leave a message. The whole interview might be 10 minutes long, once we schedule it. Please call, or respond by e-mail. If there's a phone # you want me to reach you at, let me know. I promise it will be a good time.
hi mr. campers, leah passed along your email to me ... i'm a freelancer with the BBC show "up all night" we'd like to chat with you about your ad on craigslist... would you mind if i give you a call to sort out if we can organize an interview?
In my craigslist apartment searching I got frustrated ....(if you are unfamiliar about Sf bay area in 1999 every dick, jackass and hairy thought they were going to be billionares and so everyone moved here, then with the bay area's unique cultural array finding a roommate who was not politically/sexually/educationally or emotionally compatible was impossible and renting was in the nyc and up range, ie $1300+ for a studio with shared bath)..... so I posted the following fake ad on craigslist (under a pseudonym, Lance Campres) and became famous for two seconds:
**********************************
"Subject: (apartments) Comfortable Bath Tub for rent $1000
Bath tub for rent in East Bay. Can use as a bed. Apartment is nice and in theEast Bay, accessible to any job. Bath tub can fit mattress, must be friendly person who does not mind late night potty going roomates (shower curtain is kind of like a wall).
We are: 1 39 year old chemically sensitive transvestite, 1 21 year old art school student (female) who is allergic to many types of food and pollens (can only bring canned SPAM into the house to eat), 1 27 year old drug using alcoholic (male) who likes to "party" hard, and four dogs.
In order to not disrupt the balance of the animal harmony, we prefer not to have anymore pets or drug users. Person must be out of the bath room/tub by 6 am and can enter at 8 pm.rent is $1000 a month. thank you. lcampers."
****************************************
I got a bunch of emails regarding the ad, and it was written about in the SF Chronicle, the Red Herring, and the Wall Street Journal. I was interviewed on some guy's morning radio show in Chicago and also BBC radio in London. Alas, I was not made a millionare with my antics.
Here are some of the email responses:
Looking for apartments sucks, and I appreciated the humor. Thanks!
Ha ha!!!! I really hope you are joking. But that is about the shape of things for anyone trying to find a place!
this must be some kind of joke, right? I certainly hope so...
wow! i am extremely interested in the tub for rent! sounds great! i just became a millionare with my companies ipo and love the ocean, so naturally living in a tub would be ideal! i can pay $1700 a month and first, third, fifth, and last months rent (and a security deposit of course!) i won't cook in the house or use the bathroom and i will keep all of my stuff i a seperate storage unit so you won't be inconvenienced! i would like to move in dec. 1st and would like a 10-12 year lease (fully binding). hope to hear from you soon!
VERY FLIPPIN' FUNNY.........THIS MARKET SUCKS MA SPAM AND SO DO Y'ALL
While tempting, I think there's some specifics missing from your post: * Is it a claw foot tub? * What kind of fixtures? Brass? Stainless steel? * I"m OK with the "late night potty going roomates", but i think i would require that anyone with excessive gas or loose stools wait until morning. Would you guys be willing to consider that?
Claw foot or molded plastic? Twin or full mattress? Iknow you want to maintain the animal harmony. . . howabout a 13-year-old, blind Schnauzer and a Blue Heelerthat might look like a cat if she had a tail, meow-ed,and were considereably smaller and more graceful? We(sans the canines) are: a barely-married coupletransferred out here for work (REI). I: a converted and lesbian. He: the conquerer. Since we got here, we've had considerable opportunity to do some intense product testing (namely, tents andsleeping bags) as we search for the perfect bathtub.Would it help if we were Mormon?You can e-mail us back here: Gracias.
I laughed and laughed and did i ever need to. Thanks again.
Couple responding to bath tub advert. we are:
1. unemployed and living off of donations and food stamps
2. recently kicked out of living room situation
3. excited about the possibility of having FREE water at our disposal
4. two tall people, one might be a boy, one a girl, we aren't too sure, who need a place to sleep from 8pm to 6am, where upon we will arise to our dailyadventures
5. one of us is bald, one of us has dreadlocks. a lot of hair ends up in thedrain. the bald one has dreaded pubes.
6. we both wear a lot of make up.
7. neither of us use drugs. except heroine. which isn't really a drug. it's anecessity. and. it's food.
8. we have lived in various situations for the past six months: two bathtubs,two living rooms, one litter box, one sink, and three garbages (with and withoutrecycling).
9. we don't have a phone number now, but if you are interested in renting us,we can be found here in the wires.$1100 a month.plapp and x
OUT OF YOUR MIND!!This is a joke, right? A mockery on the inflated rent prices in SF and parts ofthe E. Bay?Hmmm...Either way, good fuckin' luck!!!
Hi. I am interested in your bath tub for rent. It says mattress accessible, is that a twin, full, Q or King? Also, my husband and 5 year old child will be staying there too. We have a nice room in a co-op house we are sharing right now, but we feel we need a change of scenery. In the mornings, I will try and move the diapers out of the way of the showerers and bathers, as my husband goes through many per night. Thanks, Lycheea
I am a dotcom professional interested in your tub. I can pay you $3,000 a
week and can be out of it a 3am when I leave for my commute to San Jose. I
have no pets, allergies, signficant other, or life.
Regards,
LD
I am a 14 year old hermaphrodite. Due to my baboon heart, I, too am chemically sensative and prefer to eat only bananas and fava beans. As my favorite pass-time involves throwing dung, the bath room should be perfect! I'll bring my hose to hook up to the tap in order to hose it out before morning occupants.I am currently dating SNL star Mr. Peepers...I hope he will not disrupt the household balance too much. Since this sounds like such a great opportunity, I'd like to bid $2000 per month! Please notify me if I am the winner! Mr/Mrs Pickles
lcampers,I'm a reporter at The Wall Street Journal. I'm interested in talking with you about the ad you placed on craigslist.com. Would you call me or e-mailme if you'd be willing to talk with me for a possible story? Thanks inadvance for your consideration.Regards, Sheila Staff ReporterThe Wall Street Journal.
Hello... Just saw mention of your craigslist ad (for bathtub rental)....Thinking of writing about that, but wonder if you got any response? And of course, how off the level was it? thanks,
Leah
Lan, I spoke to Leah. She gave me your e-mail address. I'm sure she explained to you, we want to talk to you on our radio show. We thought it was a great story. We describe our radio show as if David Letterman had a radio show. It's just fun. Nothing more. The host is Jonathon Brandmeier, and Johnny really wants to talk to you. We are on the air from 9AM-Noon yourtime. Today would NOT be too soon. You can call collect. We're here til 1PM every day. After that, you can leave a message. The whole interview might be 10 minutes long, once we schedule it. Please call, or respond by e-mail. If there's a phone # you want me to reach you at, let me know. I promise it will be a good time.
hi mr. campers, leah passed along your email to me ... i'm a freelancer with the BBC show "up all night" we'd like to chat with you about your ad on craigslist... would you mind if i give you a call to sort out if we can organize an interview?
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