I had to spend a couple of days in the hospital recently, and while my girlfriend was there visiting, one of my roomates (Mr Jackson) had his TV set on a station with shows about grim, stomach-turning things that happened to humans. Not the greatest thing to listen to when you're trying to envision and healthy future.
Hanging out for a moment at Embarcadero in San Fran I spotted, and sketched, this rich, slightly bohemian guy with his hot wife, no doubt on their way to their yacht. She was wearing a "shal" with some ethnic print.