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A while back, one of the geniuses at Pacific Gas & Electric tripped over a wire and plunged most of North Beach into the stone age. We were forced to rub PalmPilot’s together for heat and forage for arugula. Cappuccino-makers ceased making that whooshy, foam noise. The area was paralyzed for hours. White-collar workers stepped out onto the street and rubbed their eyes as if they were seeing the sun for the first time. Many others, stranded without internet connections, committed suicide rather than face a bleak and frightening convenience-less world.Read more »

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