The eyes, the gestures, the words.

On Friday of Pride Week, near the corner of Castro and Market, two women were utterly flirting with each other and utterly analyzing the structure of the oil industry. They seemed to know a lot about Big Oil, flirtation, and multi-tasking.

Meanwhile, some of the oil from the BP Gulf of Mexico blow up was moving to Florida beaches.

Walker Percy wrote a novel that has many excellent qualities, but my favorite thing about it is its title: "Love Among the Ruins."