Last night at 10:17 PM I received the following text message from my friend Rachael:
Holy fuck go take a picture of the moon!!! It looks fake. Holy crap its huge.
I put my slippers on, grabbed my camera and stepped onto my porch. My house resides halfway up Chesterfield St., one of Oakland's most notorious hills, but alas, the moon was not visible from my porch.
I walked up the hill (no luck), then further and further up. I still could not see the supposedly holy-fuck-fake-looking-huge moon. I then walked all the way down my street, past my house until I reached sea level. Still nothing. I then proceeded to take another walk around my block, just for good measure. The moon was nowhere to be found.
I began to suspect that I had just been "punk'd." Rachael knows about this blog and its purpose, and her text message, I suspected, might simply have been a practical joke carefully orchestrated to make me walk around Oakland aimlessly for 20 minutes.
Apparently, I was wrong--the moon truly was holy-fuck-huge last night. How did I confirm this? Twitter, of course. <3 Web 2.0. Click to embiggen:
This serves as my only documentation of the holy-fuck-huge-moon of Nov. 7. Rachael now tells me that the moon was pretty low, so the normally underwhelming Oakland skyline was probably obscuring my view.
This also serves as this blog's first "failure" of sorts. Andrew Sullivan would be proud.