As the weather turns to autumn here in Oakland my lovely little apartment is getting cold. Turns out that my heater's pilot light is out, which means no heat. So, I called Pacific Gas and Electric. They said they could send someone over in 10 days. What? Is this British Gas all over again?
While at lunch today with Kal, the co-founder of the Oakland Underground Film Festival, I mentioned that my heater isn't working. Kal, an accomplished electrician, said, "no problem, I'll light your fire." Now that's what I like to here. So, I offered Kal some pro bono arts management advice and he re-light my pilot light. Bartering all the way.