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You, too, can live with a San Francisco icon. And possibly even date him. Frank Chu hopes for both.

I don't think we're exaggerating by calling Frank Chu -- omnipresent "12 Galaxies" protester -- the living San Francisco icon. He called the other day with a housemate dilemma: "She found a new date so she's moving out."

The implications of that statement are a bit hazy, but the upshot is that Chu is on the search for a housemate who's willing to pay $150 a month for a room in his house near Oakland's Chinatown. We told him he could probably charge more than $150 dollars, but he said the rent is mostly just to help him out with "some financial situations." Don't question this opportunity, folks, just go with it.

Here's the low-down: The walk-up flat sits three blocks from the Lake Merritt BART station, and all utilities are paid. You get a room to yourself, and a kitchen and bathroom shared with Chu and another female housemate. Bring your own kitchenware. Chu would prefer you to be clean, "stable and more steady," and sociable, perhaps joining him to watch a movie at home or go out to the Metreon.

Oh, about the "going out" part, he says he'd prefer a female. "Maybe it's just a little easier to go out on a date. Instead of just all guys and all friends," he explains. But he added there's no pressure.

Chu also says he keeps his various "12 Galaxy" signs in his own room, and he wouldn't bombard you with his conspiracy theory at all hours. "Not every hour of the day," he says. Of course, he's not even home much during the day, given all his protesting, and usually doesn't get home until the last BART train after going out on the town 

He notes the biggest selling point for the apartment is just the fact you'd live with Frank Chu: "They can consider me a celebrity," he said. "Maybe you could put that down, too."

Those interested can call his cell phone, which seems not to be working right now. We warned him against putting his cell phone online, that it might have disastrous consequences of crazy people calling him at all hours with competing conspiracies of their own, but he insisted. It's Five-One-Zero Four-Five-Nine Nine-Five-Eight-One

Otherwise, you know where to find him. Try Market Street any given weekday.