What’s with the glorifying of psychosis here in San Francisco?  A friend, who works for the City as a psychologist, and is doing everything she can to stop the marketing of San Francisco to the crazies of the world, doesn’t know why it’s fashionable, and has been for some time, to make this wonderful place, a place for the mad.  Is one crazy because of the staggering physical beauty?  Is one crazy to have empathy for the downtrodden?  Does one become crazy because of the great food, music, and underground culture?