Appendix 3: Text Events encoded as Writing - Text Making


115 <Wed Jun 9 20:52:13 1993 david> jap
132 <Wed Jun 9 21:00:03 1993 david> The Riv Cafe is an old storefront. Maybe two, once, now combined. The windows face Riverside Avenue, where trafic moves at a steady clip. Inside there is a stage at one end where folk, jazz, blues musicians play and the odd poet reads. The door opens at an angle which encompasses both Riverside Avenue and Cedar Avenue. As you enter the cafe, a chalk board to the left lists several foods, mostly items like 'Seasonal plate,' 'Rice and Veggies,' 'Stir Fry.' You grab an old cafeteria tray, some mismatched silverware, and wander through line. Reggae play in the background, the people working there jiggle and glide to the beat. There is a mix of older, grey hairs, young punked-out kids, and young kids who seem to have just walked off a time capsule from the late sixties, early seventies. Artwork hangs on the wall, by locals. The tables are old forDavidmica, but subdued in tone. Woodwork adorns some surfaces. The place has a hazy feel, but is not really smokey. A clatter of busy work comes from the kitchen. Sitting at the tables, people read newspapers (aalternative), books, talk in groups of two or three. Young children play at a few tables.
137 <Wed Jun 9 21:01:41 1993 david> orders in the line, picks up his food, to mime the way it works. Selfserve, somewhat. But it could be waited...
435 <Wed Jun 9 22:23:25 1993 Don> Jake Brisano, tired and not really wanting to do what he knows he has to do, stops for a moment on the sidewalk outside The Hillside Cafe, an old storefront, where Pagliana's Market and Hansen's Ice Cream once stood. In the window facing Higgins Avenue, he sees the reflection of traffic moving steadily towards the Strip. Through the window, he can just make out the brightly painted stage at one end where, he4 has heard, folk, jazz, and blues musicians play and the occasional poet reads.
436 Jake opens the angled door which encompasses both Riverside and Cedar Avenue. As he enters the cafe he notices the bright yell ow posters proclaiming resistance to the burner. A chalk board to the left lists several foods, mostly items like "Seasonal Plate" , "Rice and Veggies", "Stir Fry." He grabs an old cafeteria tray, some mismatched silverware, and wanders through the line. Reggae plays in the background, the people working there jiggle and glide to the beat. There is a mix of oplder, grey hairs, young punked-out kids, and young kids who seem to have just walked off a time capsule from the late sixties, early seventies. Artwork hangs on the wall, by locals. The tables are old formica, but subdued in tone. Woodwork adorns some surfaces. The place has a hazy feel, but is not really smokey. A clatter of busy work comes from the kitchen. SItting at the tables, people reaad newspapers (alternative), books, talk in groups of two or three. Young children play at a few tables.
482 <Wed Jun 9 22:35:10 1993 david> Jake Brisano, tired and not really wanting to do what he knows he has to do, stops for a moment on the sidewalk outside The Hillside Cafe, an old storefront, where Pagliana's Market and Hansen's Ice Cream once stood. In the window facing Higgins Avenue, he sees the reflection of traffic moving steadily towards the Strip. Through the window, he can just make out the brightly painted stage at one end where, he has heard, folk, jazz, and blues musicians play and the occasional poet read.
485 <Wed Jun 9 22:35:42 1993 david> Jake Brisano, tired and not really wanting to do what he knows he has to do, stops for a moment on the sidewalk outside The Hillside Cafe, an old storefront, where Pagliana's Market and Hansen's Ice Cream once stood. In the window facing Higgins Avenue, he sees the reflection of traffic moving steadily towards the Strip. Through the window, he can just make out the brightly painted stage at one end where, he has heard, folk, jazz, and blues musicians play and the occasional poet read.
520 <Wed Jun 9 22:47:19 1993 Don> As he enters the cafe, Jake grimaces as he sees a crudely drawn poster with huge black letters protesting the burner his company plans to erect in the town. He looks around and sees a chalk board to his left which lists several foods, items like "Seasonal Plate," "Rice and Veggies," "Stir Fry." He grabs a dented, metal cafeteria tray and wanders through the line. The noise if the cafe bothers him, reggae music playing louddly in the background, people jiggling and gliding to the beat. Among the mis of older long hairs, now graying, he sees young, punked out kids and others who seem to have walked out of a time capsule from the 60s. One young girl catches his attention, about ten years old, her long blonde hair, dirty and tangled. He puts a micture of rice and green beans on his tray and makes his way through the writhing dancers to a small table near the door.