Friday Yuri my new housemate from Moscow, along with Patrik the Slav from next door and I, decided it was necessary to make another pilgrimage to Berkeley. Berkeley is an odd town.         It is a college town for sure yet while the main street, Telegraph, is full of CD stores and bookstores there is not a single bar. You can find everything there, the Billy Bragg album I have been looking for on CD for the past six years. I found an interesting book on David Hockney that went through his life year by year and talked about how he was doing many studies of his mother in 1971 in preparation for the painting called My Parents. The book had drawings done in the same year of nude guys laying on lounge chairs with their legs spread. Hockney seems to have the same penchant Allen Guensberg does for guys who's pricks look large and floppy while still flaccid.