We are, once again, embarking on a housing search. Here is my five-words-or-less assessment of the Temescal neighborhood in Oakland: Where The Gays/Artists Are, 2011. You know what I'm talking about, right? The formerly "urban" neighborhood, filled with amazing _____s [insert type of housing structure, something of architectural significance, something that makes a person wax nostalgic for bygone eras and/or class divisions---e.g., gingerbread Victorian; split-level ranch home; pre-war grand dame; row house; former industrial warehouse; former tenement; former plantation], first discovered by the gays/bohemians (who are always the gentrifying pioneers), that's now a little enclave of rehabbed real estate with exorbitant prices even though just across the street it's totally shady? Yeah, that's Temescal. That is so Temescal.