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We like earthquakes. They're a part of our identity, living in California. We laugh at people on the East Coast when a little tremor sends them into a panic, because we are hardened, tough, quake of '89 survivors. It's so much Californian that the last time we had a Battle of the Bay World Series between the Giants and the A's, the mighty force of their two powers colliding collapsed the Bay Bridge and split the very Earth in two!
What else do we like? We like to drink. We're a bunch of boozers around here. Oh, and we also like books, which is why we are currently reading the blog section of a library website.
Of course, we also like to combine all of our favorite things and come up with events like Litquake!
Litquake put itself together to take advantage of the fact that, according to USA Today, San Francisco has the highest per capita consumption of both alcohol and books. Yes, indeed, we certainly read the most, but our reading comprehension is probably a little slurred. Litquake is a series of reading-related events, author readings, lectures, book signings, what-have-yous, that takes place over a week in October and features mainly local writers.
If you didn't get a chance to go this year, here's some of what you missed:
Daniel Handler, better known as Lemony Snicket, the author of A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Indeed, even famous TV stars like Chelsea Handler, author of Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea and My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands, were at Litquake.
Deepak Chopra was at hand to turn us all into Wizard Jesus Batman, while Leonard Mlodinow, a Caltech physicist and former Star Trek writer, attempted to debate actual science with him. Sorry I missed that one.
Every year, Litquake ends with a literary pub crawl through many of the Mission's finest establishments, cramming an unsafe number of drunk people into a hole in the wall so that they can listen to the voice of an unseen writer for half an hour at a time. If you missed out this year, don't despair! Just pick a few of the choice items from the above list, get plastered, and pretend you're there!
Josh Pearce struck the San Francisco Bay Area of California on October 17, 1989 at 5:04 p.m. He lasted 10-15 seconds.