At one point, the Mighty Bison roamed the pains of America. They were the foundation of entire cultures. Then, a bunch of white guys came and mostly shot them dead. According to some guy on Yelp, we didn't even eat them, these guys just figured, "Hey, if the Indians like them, we should kill them. Because we don't like Indians."

But, there are a still a few of these magnificent beasts around. In particular, these once potent symbols of the American wilderness are now preserved in an impotent flock of chilly females in Golden Gate Park. I find the entire thing pretty depressing. They are locked in just like cattle.

Anyway, later that day, I continued my walk through Golden Gate Park to find myself at the De Young museum. Turns out Gregangelo was there. This guy is amazing. It's like the kinds of weird stuff people used to do with used mannequins in dirty old warehouses. But now it's totally mainstream "Serious Art!" Cool! So, some good, some bad.