For all lovers of the misty, fuzzy, crispy clean fog this blog is for you. I write from my home in the Outer Richmond of San Francisco, where the fog can get so thick, you can turn the lights off, light a candle, open a window, and watch it crawl into the room as if looking for company. Music sounds fuzzier in the fog...more brown and green...much more psychedelic. Breathing in is like biting a fresh apple. Biking through it, with mist on face, is a fantastically refreshing experience. And the resultant foghorns chime some of the greatest music in the world, echoing through the neighborhood. Forget the sun, bring on the fog. More to come.