Appendix 9: Text Events encoded as Revision - Text Making


139 Christine says "Sure. Jim, whisper to me what to do ..."
140 <Wed Jun 9 21:02:25 1993 Christine> jlt
141 <Wed Jun 9 21:02:40 1993 Christine> jed 1
142 david says "He could order the food as he walks through the line. I did not do a good job of showing the cafeteria nature of the whole thing."
143 <Wed Jun 9 21:02:50 1993 Christine> jed1
144 <Wed Jun 9 21:03:01 1993 Christine> jed 1
145 Christine says "jed 1"
148 <Wed Jun 9 21:03:43 1993 Christine> jed 1whisper Jim = Now what?
150 <Wed Jun 9 21:04:14 1993 Christine> jlt
152 Christine says "I swear I'm going to edit this but I can't see anything."
153 <Wed Jun 9 21:05:04 1993 Christine> jed 1
154 <Wed Jun 9 21:05:14 1993 Christine> jlt
155 <Wed Jun 9 21:05:17 1993 Christine> jlt
156 Christine says "Not only do I not see anything but my bottom line has gotten shorter."
160 <Wed Jun 9 21:05:57 1993 Christine> jed 1
310 Christine says "jed 1"
315 <Wed Jun 9 21:35:02 1993 Christine> The Riv Cafe is an old storefront. Maybe two, once, now combined. The windows face Riverside Avenue, where traffic 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 an an angle which encompasses both Riverside 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 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.whisper Jim = It was there but it just flew by me.
322 Christine says "jed 1"
355 <Wed Jun 9 21:50:08 1993 Christine> The Old Hillside Cafe is an old storefront, where Pagliana's Market and Hansen's Ice Cream once stood. The windows face Higgins Avenue, where traffic movessteadily towards the Strip. Inside the brightly painted buildine is a stage at one end where folk, jazz, blues musicians play and the occasional poet reads. 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.