Clad, albeit barely, in black — peek-a-boo bra and thong, veiled beret, fishnets — the smoky-eyed brunette strikes a pose. An arm's reach away, a dozen heads bow and wrists move furiously over sketch ...

Better yet, eschewing mouse and Movable Type, I would transport myself back to North Beach's beatnik days for a paint-stained smock and painfully tight beret. I'd put one over on "the man" by spending ...