Random shit I wanted to post that has no feasible connection whatsoever to any definition of "rawness"
Reason #127 that I love living in SF:
The gaggle of old Chinese grandmas unself-consciously doing tai chi in the trees in front of City Hall bright and early every Tuesday morning on my way to acupuncture, lined up like the Laker Girls at half-time, arms circling, eyes closed.
(Flashbacks to dance team circa '96, sans spandex, scrunchies and bad techno; add sweatpants, freshly cut grass and that unmistakable Civic Center scent of urine wafting through the morning air. My fair city.)