Chris Cornell´s luscious tan

Last week I worked a month`s work of hours in four days. Lunch deprivation gave way to several epiphanies. Here are some highlights:
1. Each city you live in and/or visit must be christened with a solitary almost-drunk mid-week lunch. It started in Berkeley with a salad and a Golden Bear pint on a Thursday afternoon. It was resurrected with a sandwich and a Kunstmann pint (Das Gute Bier) last Wednesday at the Phone Box Pub.
2. Frank Sinatra sang everything.
3. Notwithstanding the fact that somewhere in the U.S. tomatoes are slang for an attractive woman, I love them because of the seeds. Eaten one by one, it`s a culinary art right up there with peeling off grape skins.
4. Los Bunkers are one of the first modern-era rock bands from Latin America that are truly original and aren`t imitating English-speaking bands.

Speaking of language domination in the rock world, it seems like Audioslave is giving a little concert on a little island in the Caribbean. In an open area called the "Anti-Imperialist Tribunal" of all places. I sure hope they load up on cigars on their way out, maybe give a lift to all the people dying to get off the island. Or it might just be that their rock music becomes the inspiration for Cubans to stay on and work at the type of swanky hotel where Mr. Cornell no doubt got that killer tan.