Wednesday, January 14, 2009

15 outhouses torched and counting - one still hiding


another porta potty hits the dust. this time on the 1200 block of washington. 15. does the poop burn. short, but full, story here. the good story is the hidden honey bucket. hidden from the arsonist, potty torcher. the address is secret, but the story is here.

anarchy madness continued



always dependable to bring in a star of david, reference to fascism, and faceless figures. we are all oscar grant. except we did not all get killed under strange circumstances on new years morning by a 27 year old cop who was arrested today in nevada, was a suicide risk and has not made a peep about what happened that fateful night which subsequently caused rioting and this long sentence.

posted at sfist.com

Sunday, January 11, 2009

oscar grant

a little context for the post below. READ HERE

anarchists


at the '99 WTO protests in seattle i experienced "anarchists" for the first time. faceless window smashers with a deep political philosophy. almost ten years later oscar grant was killed under strange circumstances by a BART police officer. the anarchists step in and smash the windows of the fruitvale BART station, site of the shooting. a discourse about non-violent protest and the overall madness of responding in "solidarity" to a shooting by smashing windows deserves a few paragraphs. someday that effort may come, but for the time being here is the anarchists statement posted on indybay.org:

In memory of Oscar Grant and all who are murdered at the cold hands of the police.

In the early hours of Thursday morning, all the windows of the North Berkeley BART station were smashed in and the name of Oscar Grant was scrawled across the walls. This action was taken out in response to the murder of Oscar Grant by BART police and in solidarity with the riots that have been taking place in Oakland. Our hope is that this action will inspire others to rise up against this atrocious police state in which we live.

This action was very easy to carry out and took no more than a few minutes to get done. We approached the BART station fully masked and carried stones, bricks, and spray paint in our gloved hands. We painted first as to not make much noise, and did so in block letters to not reveal any personal handwriting. We spent no more than 20 seconds smashing in the glass windows and then vanished into the night.

In action you see not only our obvious rage, but our chance to begin life and liberation. This is not just revenge for the death of Oscar Grant, but for all of us who suffer at the brutal hands of the cops everyday. This is revenge for every morning we are forced to wake up to this oppressive system.

Solidarity means attack. Don't get caught.

From the East Bay to Greece - WE ARE EVERYWHERE!

potty camo

the honey bucket arsonist has hit 14 times. drastic steps are now being taken across san francisco to protect potties. READ HERE

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

economy down; teen pregnancy up


all the great things that happen during a recession (higher crime, less sun, more yogurt, less chocolate). at least if you live in mississippi you have friends. READ HERE

happy old year


in hawaii nobody says "happy new year" until it is actually the new year. up until midnight, everyone says "happy old year." at least that is how it goes down in hana. i shouldn't speak for the other islands or anything outside of the small piece of maui upon which i said goodbye to 2008.

kahlil and i finished out evening at a block party. aside from the fireworks exploding everywhere around us - under cars, under feet, under children - there was a great band. it took a bit of investigation, but not really too much considering everyone in hana is related, but the band's name is Simply Solid. CHECK THEM OUT HERE

Saturday, December 27, 2008

against development or just an old stubborn woman...



ballard, a neighborhood in seattle, has a trader joes and a LA fitness. in between the two new structures is a little bungalow owned, until her death in june, by a mysterious old lady who refused a million dollars for her home. NYTIMES ARTICLE

modern uses for phone books

1. phillip seymour hoffman in happiness masturbating to randomly called women selected from the phone book.

2. testing your strength by ripping the phone book in half. as they become more obsolete and less used, therefore skinnier due to less advertising, this will become easier.

3. furniture

4. child seat

any more ideas?

with google on your iphone


who needs phone books? unless all the power in your world is down from an airstrike, i can't think of any reason to use a good old fashioned phone book. SFCITIZEN

Friday, December 26, 2008

erections against terror


appears that a failed war can always be propped up by sex. READ HERE about the US's new strategy against the Taliban.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

i miss muni

muni diaries will make anyone who rode, or rides, muni smile.

READ HERE FUNNY TIME CRAZY LADY ON 1 CALIFORNIA

I hope a bus runs you over and you DIE!

my favorite arsonist


the porta potty arsonist has struck again. the seventh attack in the past two months. the police are unsure of his, or her, motives and SFFD has asked russian hill neighbors to "keep a closer eye on porta potties and report any suspicious activity to 911."

during the recession keeping an eye on portable toilets could be a refreshing break.

full story here

Monday, December 22, 2008

musica

i love emeryville


but the shopping mecca is hurting. anyone who grew up in the bay remembers when all those great stores likes sports authority popped up. driving over there with moms for new shoes was always a monthly highlight. now they are hurting. even the nytimes is noticing.

my first barbie



would be this. amazing.

Friday, December 19, 2008

it's a wonderful life

i want an old film projector and a screen. recession relieved by shameless 50s cinematic optimism.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

musica

social graces



at dinner tonight a young man told a story. an interesting, although slightly standard, tale of cops and drugs. the typical elements were present: associate taking a rap, someone getting off, random family connections. the problem with the story was the length. dinner service was postponed as the young man continually repeated the itemized lists of illicit substances in the back of the datsun pickup. the intermission occurred while everyone sat down. as the story bled into dinner entire plates, possibly seconds, were consumed as he continued. the young man finished, but left out a obviously dangling part of the tale - what happened to the guy who was led off in handcuffs. once asked to clarify, he said "oh, the story gets really good from there." most of us shuddered thinking coffee would be cold by the time the second part of the second movement would finish. as he finally wrapped up he glanced around, paused for the moral of the story and said "to make a long story short."

humankind


on california street around 6pm a woman was parking her car. parallel parking. the street sloped downward and a car attempting to drive down california street honked at the parking car as it pulled around. i thought to myself, "why would this person, who assumedly parallel parks on occasion" find it at all appropriate to honk. probably not reasonable to expect people to treat others as they would like to be treated, but nevertheless i just hope that obama invests in green energy, international diplomacy and a little kindness.

hours later after crying through Milk, feeling great pride in San Francisco and enjoying the life of cabs and no parking i came home to this wonderful story:
Supermarket Defends Itself over Adolf Hitler Cake

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

fast pass beauty


2008 in fast pass.

chatting about san francisco with cara


me: do you know what kmel is?
Cara:no
me: 106.1 radio station
urban music
something you should know
just because you live here
now
Cara: ok, because I have a car with a radio?
me: no
just because you should know these things
Cara: not too much radio happens in my life
me: like the local radio stations
because such things are local and important
and foster community and mutual understanding
and someday when you meet some cute guy who is from san francisco
and he talks to you about
growing up
listneing to chuey gomez and renel on kmel
and the wake up show with sway and king tech
you will know what he is talking about
Cara: ok I get it
already
me: and he will be impressed
Cara: will he?
me: yes

Thursday, July 10, 2008

centrist realist leftist dumbist


obama has taken a lot of shit recently. i've been on a siesta from intensive coverage of the campaigns, but it strikes me that much about obama's recent moves has been overblown. let gail collins do a better job than i.

The Audacity of Listening
By GAIL COLLINS
NY Times 7/10/2008


We have to have a talk about Barack Obama.

I know, I know. You’re upset. You think the guy you fell in love with last spring is spending the summer flip-flopping his way to the right. Drifting to the center. Going all moderate on you. So you’re withholding the love. Also possibly the money.

I feel your pain. I just don’t know what candidate you’re talking about.

Think back. Why, exactly, did you prefer Obama over Hillary Clinton in the first place? Their policies were almost identical — except his health care proposal was more conservative. You liked Barack because you thought he could get us past the old brain-dead politics, right? He talked — and talked and talked — about how there were going to be no more red states and blue states, how he was going to bring Americans together, including Republicans and Democrats.

Exactly where did everybody think this gathering was going to take place? Left field?

When an extremely intelligent politician tells you over and over and over that he is tired of the take-no-prisoners politics of the last several decades, that he is going to get things done and build a “new consensus,” he is trying to explain that he is all about compromise. Even if he says it in that great Baracky way.

Here’s a helpful story: Once upon a time, there was a woman searching for a guy who was ready to commit. One day, she met an attractive young man.

“My name is Chuck,” he said, grinning an infectious grin. “I’m planning to devote my entire life to saving endangered wildlife in the Antarctic. In five weeks I leave for the South Pole, where I will live alone in a tent, trying to convince the penguins that I am part of their flock. In the meantime, would you like to go out?”

“I have just met the man I’m going to marry,” she told her friends. She had been betrayed by poor listening skills, which skipped right over the South Pole and the tent. Of course, after five weeks of heavy dating, Chuck flew away and was never heard from again.

A year and a half of campaigning and we still haven’t heard Obama’s penguins, either. It’s not his fault that we missed the message — although to be fair, he did make it sound as if getting rid of the “old politics” involved driving out the oil and pharmaceutical lobbyists rather than splitting the difference on federal wiretapping legislation. But if you look at the political fights he’s picked throughout his political career, the main theme is not any ideology. It’s that he hates stupidity. “I don’t oppose all wars. What I am opposed to is a dumb war,” he said in 2002 in his big speech against the invasion of Iraq. He did not, you will notice, say he was against unilateral military action or pre-emptive attacks or nation-building. He was antidumb.

Most of the things Obama’s taken heat for saying this summer fall into these two familiar patterns — attempts to find a rational common ground on controversial issues and dumb-avoidance.

On the common-ground front, he’s called for giving more federal money to religious groups that run social programs, but only if the services they offer are secular. People can have guns for hunting and protection, but we should crack down on unscrupulous gun sellers. Putting some restrictions on the government’s ability to wiretap is better than nothing, even though he would rather have gone further.

Dumb-avoidance would include his opposing the gas-tax holiday, backtracking on the anti-Nafta pandering he did during the primary and acknowledging that if one is planning to go all the way to Iraq to talk to the generals, one should actually pay attention to what the generals say.

Touching both bases are Obama’s positions that 1) if people are going to ask him every day why he’s not wearing a flag pin, it’s easier to just wear the pin, for heaven’s sake, and 2) there’s nothing to be gained by getting into a fight over whether the death penalty can be imposed on child rapists.

His decision to ditch public campaign financing, on the other hand, was nothing but a complete, total, purebred flip-flop. If you are a person who feels campaign finance reform is the most important issue facing America right now, you should either vote for John McCain or go home and put a pillow over your head. However, I believe I have met every single person in the country for whom campaign finance reform is the tiptop priority, and their numbers are not legion.

Meanwhile, Obama has made it clear what issues he thinks all this cleverness and compromising are supposed to serve: national health care, a smart energy policy and getting American troops out of Iraq. He has tons of other concerns, but those seem to be the top three. There’s definitely a penguin in there somewhere.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

gee ate


so the g8 is meeting in japan. hot topic: global food crisis. solution offered: discuss solution over extravagant 18 course meal. read here.

Monday, May 19, 2008

hillary is like...

1. the awkward girl in high school that always wanted your attention, and would never go away.

2. every bad female boss you ever had.

3. a man

4.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

how important is your porn

after eight months of litigation a san rafael man gave up his quest to get his voluminous porn collection back from the city. READ HERE

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

drugs can be really expensive

a little trip into the santa cruz mountains cost the county ten grand and the young man his car privileges. READ HERE

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

jogging notes

while stretching today on the corner of grant and california a tourist approached me. I was wearing shorts, running shoes, and one of those technologically advanced breathable shirts. He asked if i had a lighter.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

the problem with the youth

an old man, one of the founders of the blackstone group (quite rich investment people), related this joke on charlie rose (who may be my favorite person on television).

did you hear about the teacher who asked his students: "what is the problem with young people nowadays? are they ignorant or apathetic?" a young man raised his hand and answered. "i don't know and i don't care."

judgment call

how often do you wash your jeans? does it depend on how much they cost? dry cleaning?

i have a popular pair of very expensive jeans that the salesperson told me to never wash.

my girlfriend has a pair of jeans that she hasn't washed in 3 years.

felicia thinks that not washing your jeans is gross.

i don't think she is a jean person, but more of a heels and skirt person. her judgment, therefore, holds less weight.

overheard

white guy to white guy:
"i can't wait until i get my ice pick. bedspring nigga!"

running questions

why don't people look back when i run up behind them on a quiet residential street? it seems like the street smart course of action.

why don't people move to the side when they do look back, notice me, and can see that there is no room on the sidewalk for me to pass?

Sunday, February 24, 2008

viva obama

better than the obama girl. luchando!

Saturday, February 23, 2008

80's child


does this description of hillary clinton at thursday's debate:

Mrs. Clinton looked like the Jennifer Grey character struggling to show up her favored brother in “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.”

feel dated to you? i thought it was perfect, but i saw the movie in the theaters. some have suggested that a more modern comparison would be appropriate. is bueller too old to be relevant anymore?

here is the article from alessandra stanley

things never change


a lot of talk about water boarding and torture recently. it might seem new and exciting, but apparently nothing ever changes in our dear country. a country which each one of us, including michelle obama and cindy mccain, is very proud of. new yorker article about "the water cure" and its use by american soldiers in the philippines at the turn of the 20th century.

Friday, February 22, 2008

debates moments to warm your heart

quayle v. bensen 1988 "SENATOR YOU ARE NO JACK KENNEDY"


carter v. reagan 1980 "THERE YOU GO AGAIN"


nixon v. kennedy 1960 "FIRST TELEVISED DEBATE"

Thursday, February 21, 2008

debates thoughts


i woke up this morning a little giddy about the debate tonight. hoping that one of those moments that the older people talk about, reagan's amazing debate performance in '84 or JFK against Nixon in the 60's, might again occur. but, of course, it doesn't. the best debate moment i can think of in my lifetime was the soap opera make up al gore debate in 2000. otherwise, they have usually been pretty boring. well, cheney and edwards in 2004 was quite entertaining, but for all the wrong reasons. that was the night i realized that cheney really was too smart for his own good and could do incredible damage. maybe i should have realized that in the previous 4 years of the madness he and bush wrought on the country, but i didn't until i saw him look into edwards eyes and just tear him apart. but here tonight, once again, was a rather boring debate. a few good lines by hillary, the xerox one in particular, but overall it seemed like obama stood up and although i am severely biased, i think he looks better as each debate goes on: more presidential.

returning to the cheney/edwards debate in 2004, the format of that debate is something that I haven't seen this year. that old scary white man and the coifed lawyer were sitting across from each other, looking at each other when they desired or at the audience. clinton and obama, however, are always seated next to each other, and can't truly look face to face. many times tonight obama sat quietly looking down and taking notes as hillary spoke. it would be awkward, and possibly inappropriate to look down if the person across the table was making eye contact. i wonder if hillary would be able to say the combative lines she tried tonight if sitting across the table from a person she claims to respect?

it is like talking to somebody in the car, versus discussing something at dinner. a friend of mine once told me that the best conversations she had with her boyfriend occurred on long car drives. he, it seems, felt more comfortable talking about his feelings when he could look straight onto the road instead of into her eyes. for a while i thought that it might be a good idea to hop in the car anytime a serious conversation arose. that would waste a lot of gas. i believe there is a saying that if you can't say something directly to somebody, then you shouldn't say anything.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

i don't want to get hit by a bus


as some of you might know, we, being the US armed services, shot down a useless satellite that was plummeting towards earth. gail collins from the nytimes had some thoughts about the sattelite which was the size of a bus and contained thousands of gallons of toxic fuel. here here here

people

obama is damn close to knocking off hillary. if you want to help a little bit donate $25 to his campaign. almost one million people have donated, and most of the donations are small amounts. this is a movement by people. mccain wants obama to take public financing, but he wouldn't be saying anything if a million people gave him $25.
barackobama.com

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Friday, February 15, 2008

Hip Hil

reaching out to college students.

i guess it is hard to look hip when you are running against the hippest presidential candidate since herbert hoover.

just passing time by calling 911

a hayward man was arrested today for making 27,000 calls to 911. he would call and make grunts and beeps, occasionally talking in a disguised voice. the reason, "because it was free." story here

no matter how boring wife swap gets exploiting christian parents, random people will always provide plenty of entertainment.

offal


while reading a story in the nytimes about the romantic implications of dietary restrictions a couple was mentioned. she couldn't eat wheat and found a chef companion that found it a challenge. she, in turn, broadened her horizons to include foie gras and offal. i had no clue what offal was, however.

it turns out that offal is the generic term for mammal organs. everything from liver to brains to intestines. the wikipedia entry has a wonderful breakdown of the different uses of offal throughout the world.

the wikipedia entry concludes with a useful warning:
The liver of the polar bear is unsafe to eat because it is very high in vitamin A and can cause hypervitaminosis A, a dangerous disorder. This has been recognized since at least 1597 when Gerrit de Veer wrote in his diary that, while taking refuge in the winter in Nova Zembla, he and his men became gravely ill after eating polar-bear liver

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Father of The Bride II thought of the day

this is the 90's, people aren't growing old like they used to.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

continued props to kittyhell

apparently many people that read kittyhell are angry that the host doesn't disclose where to find such treasures as the hello kitty converse high tops or the hello kitty boxing shorts. in response it appears that many people send him angry e-mails. he received enough of these messages to justify writing a response to the whiners:

It appears that there is a group of Hello Kitty fanatics that don’t like me because I don’t tell readers where to find the Hello Kitty items on my site. They write me emails (and sometimes leave comments) telling me what a horribly awful person I am. For example, here is the last email I received from one of them this weekend (which, scarily enough, is pretty typical of the ones I receive):

"What’s your problem not telling us where you get the Hello Kitty stuff on your site. It will only take you a minute to tell us, but you have to be a complete a**hole about it. I don’t know how your wife can put up with you. I think it’s utterly disgusting and you’re not fit to live on earth the way you treat us. You’re the worst person ever."

I’m going to find where those sneakers are whether you tell me or not, so you might as well. All you’re doing is being a pig about it. It’s no wonder you’re in hell, that is exactly where you deserve to be. I hope your wife makes your life even more hell. I’m surprised she hasn’t left you being as awful as you are.

You should stop blogging because it doesn’t help anyone because you’re too selfish to help anyone find the things on your blog. When I find those shoes, I’m going to email you to show you that I got them so you know that your being an idiot didn’t work. Do us all a favor and die.

Now, it may be just me, but usually when you find someone “utterly disgusting and not fit to live on this earth,” and you want them to do you the favor of just dieing, you usually stop visiting their blog. That way each day of your life isn’t ruined and you don’t feel compelled to write yet another email explaining how evil I am. Obviously this is not the case since I seem to get these repeatedly from several people.

Blog of the Month


of course it wouldn't be my blog, because i have a readership of about 3. the problem might be that i don't have an angle, a focus to my blog. something specific to write about such as pocket styles on high end jeans, might lead the weary to my truly interesting posts about the lack of leather in basketball shoes or and 1992 videos of SWV.

while in grade school i had a brief moment of obssession with kerokerokeroppi. for those unfamiliar, he is the frog in the sanrio family. i'm not sure if it was just his name, which i found quite enchanting in 6th grade, or the fact that there were some brief moments in life when sanrio trinkets just made me happy. although i believe sanrio markets almost exclusively to girls, i really enjoyed the small trinkets and big headed soft toys.

i can imagine that as an adult, however, that having a partner who is still obsessed with sanrio, hello kitty and leads an entire existence dependent on everything being "kittified," would be horrible. not surprisingly, there is a poor fellow who keeps a blog about his life in kittyhell. read it here. tenfootman blog of the month february 2008. the picture above is a hello kitty hard boiled egg mold.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Maybe 100... Say What



McCain for President! Vote Republican! Bomb, Bomb, Bomb, Bomb Iran!

Friday, February 8, 2008

progressive nebraska


nebraska was the last state to hold onto the electric chair as its sole method of execution. it was a strange, because with all the problems with the various methods of execution employed in this country, nobody was discussing the electric chair. that was because everyone knows that the electric chair is a horrible and unpredictable way to kill people. that is why every other execution state has switched over to lethal injection as its primary method. however, there are still 9 states which maintain electric chairs as secondary methods of execution.


today, finally, in 2008, the nebraska supreme court found the chair violative of the 8th amendment. now the question is which uncruel and usual punishment they will adopt? the picture on the right is from an execution in florida in 1999. the florida supreme court ruled that lee allen davis, the executed man, suffered no pain before his death. hopefully, progressive nebraska will lead the way for other states to remove the electric chair as even a back up method. story here

Thursday, February 7, 2008

arts channel

i occasionally find myself watching the arts channel on tv. i'm not sure that it even exists in san francisco anymore, but it used to be in the 20s and would feature everything from dueling harmonicas to opera. it was like mtv for old people. but old mtv with just music videos. a few years back i happened upon a black and white classical piece, which propelled me into learning more about franz schubert. the formal title of this performance is Piano Trio In B-Flat Major, Op.99, D 898: Allegro moderato. a few years back the numbers op.99 and d.898 were explained to me, but i have no idea today what they mean.

people's records detroit


last night there was a fire in the forest arms apartments on second and cass in detroit. a wonderful old apartment building built in 1905. most important to me, considering i had no friends who lived there, the basement of the forest arms was home to people's records, undeniably detroit's best record store and where i cut my teeth digging. the owner of people's, brad, said that the store was a complete loss, as thousands of gallons of water made their way into the basement and vinyl and water don't mix. brad plans to continue operating, building the business again from nothing.

thousands of records are lost. hundreds are homeless and the hippie chick who ran the corner coffee shop won't be smiling today. a lawyer who died in the blaze apparently started the fire in his 4th floor apartment.

people get ready

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

vote please


the cover of time states "why young voters care again." my question is "when did young voters care?" never in my lifetime did the youth care much, but then again all i could ever vote for was a bush or a clinton. so the excuse was either that the vote didn't matter because we were still in the haze of the wonderful clinton years, or kerry just wasn't inspiring enough.

what i love about the time article is the picture of the republican kid at berkeley that tops the story about the youth voting tidal wave. i think he has a fanny pack on. and is it just me, or do republicans like to stick out their chests more than democrats? or maybe it is just this kid, who looks like such a republican ass.

so the kids name is alexander marlow. i googled him and it turns out that he writes for the conservative paper at berkeley and also apparently hates danny glover. read a wonderful article by this young conservative who probably evokes reagan's name at every meal. here.

Monday, February 4, 2008

si se puede

you know when scarlett johansen, JOHN LEGEND and kareem support obama that something is right. just perfectly right. yes we can.

what happened to leather


i bought basketball shoes last week. it was my first purchase of shoes for a specific sport since my tennis shoe purchase during the summer of '06. as a great fan of chauncey billups and with little direction about what i wanted, except a desire to stay at or below one hundred dollars, i bought mr. billups' signature series adidas shoes. what surprised me was that the shoes were made out of plastic. now, i am no expert on the current selection of basketball shoes, but during my short search for a pair i noticed a sad lack of leather. i thought that shoes should be made out of leather, at least shoes that aren't "breathable" or made out of something else for a better reason. but plastic that looks like leather? i thought that was for, well, cheaper shoes. i remember that basketball shoes used to be made of leather, but maybe i just didn't know any better. it was the mid 90s that i was buying basketball shoes and i think i cared more about who was wearing the shoes than what they were made of. i guess the only change now is that i care about who is wearing them, but i also want them made out of leather.
but nevertheless, i paid a hundred dollars for a pair of shoes that were made out of plastic. i'm thinking of returning them after i used them today and got a blister. but then again, i guess if all star 3 time champion chauncey wears them, they should work for me. i wonder if adidas makes his out of leather, and then sells the rest of us plastic.

Friday, February 1, 2008

TenFootMan Endorses Obama


After a vote of one to zero for who to endorse in the democratic presidential nomination race, Barak Obama has won the important endorsement of TenFootMan. Senator Obama has consistently shown that he is a real person with two hands and one brain which he controls himself. Additionally, he has a fairly steady jumpshot and he's a lefty. Senator Clinton, however, has never proven herself to be a real person with an actual beating heart. Her laugh is frightening and she can't make a layup. Vote Obama on Tuesday!

Friday, January 25, 2008

poor detroit and poor kwame



seems like the darling mayor of detroit did it again. now after the reports of dead strippers at the mayor's mansion were silenced, the scandal involving city SUVs being given to his wife subsided, he has come back with perjury. seems that he lied under oath about sleeping with an aide. lying under oath is bad, might cost him his job, the city of detroit a lot more money than the millions already paid out in the settlement of the case where it appears he lied, and his license to practice law. the best part is that he got caught because of text messages. 14,000 text messages detailing his affair which he adamantly denied under oath. story here.

camel walk

i always wanted to learn how to dance like james brown. now that i got the supa man dance down, i can move to the boogaloo and soul train.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

the bounty


today my mother and i received our first box from capay organic farms. i convinced her to join a Community Supported Agriculture program or CSA and every two weeks a nice man will deliver a box of fresh, local and organic produce. for more information check out their website: farm fresh to you. i have to say that i am completely sold on this whole organic, slow food, local movement. i buy only grass fed beef now and am searching for pastured chickens. michael pollan and the omnivore's dilemma is to blame. also his new book, in defense of food, is a great companion piece.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

library updates

the last couple of weeks i have spent at least 5 days per week in the ucsf library in the blumenthal asian collection reading room on the fifth floor. the corner of the library on parnassus has wonderful views of the ocean, golden gate park, and the marin headlands. it also is home to many sleeping med students and many sleeping homeless people. initially i thought that the homeless people would bother me, but they seem to be some of the most respectful and courteous people who enjoy the faux leather chairs scattered around. no, it seems to be the students who are the worst offenders of the loosely defined group of manners known as library etiquette. obvious offenses such as talking are somewhat commonplace. but the group of 4 men in their early 20s who sat down, hooked up their computers and proceeded to intermettently talk for the better part of an hour were impressive primarily because the guy that did the most talking spoke in a whisper loud enough for the entire reading room to hear. the older asian man who is often there i enjoy quite a bit. he keeps to himself and always thoroughly wipes down the table where he sits. he did, however, cause a little angst the day that he decided that he needed to rip his tissue paper into perfect rectangles. they were very neat rectangles, but the sound of rip after rip i wouldn't exactly consider polite. the young woman who sat down next to my friend, popped in her headphones and proceeded to violently bob her head to whatever wonderful song she was listening to was laughable. then there is, as my friend likes to call him, Typey McTyperson. he is famous for not only his earphones blasting music loud enough to hear across the room, but also for his typing which has the finesse of a baboon and elicited a command from another studious young woman: "you can't type that loud in here, go outside the reading room."

Monday, January 14, 2008

ninety two was a great year

and i will stop with the videos shortly, but these will always be worth listening to.



Tuesday, January 8, 2008

don't do it

cocaine blunts and hip hop tapes top song of 2007:
UGK feat. Outkast - International Players Anthem
its a banger, and a great video.

strange strange video

i have always liked the song 'tres equis' by cypress hill off their first album (self titled). on a whim i searched youtube for the song and this is the only match. it is described as: Mariachis MC a ballroom dance contest. Contestants vie for a backstage pass. you will notice however, that the dancing and the mariachis are completely spliced together, and where is the backstage pass. with the addition of cypress hill, which as a weed obsessed rap group has little to do with ballroom dancing or mariachi bands, this video becomes something quite unique.

common

common has been through many years in the hip hop game: he changed his name, he sobered up, he released an electric album, he still wears good hats. his new album, be, just came out. the first song of his i ever heard, however, is still my favorite. soul by the pound (thump remix) from his first album 'can i borrow a dollar?' this is of course a remix that was only available on 12" and cassette.

chronicles of dating


a friend of mine has very lightly engaged match.com for occasional tuesday night entertainment. the stories tend to be typical - exaggerated height, sheer boredom, bad style. but tonight the bar was raised. the message she received was typical: "we seem like a good match for each other... i'm young at heart although a bit older than you are looking for." i was confused as i read through the forwarded message, as it seemed quite typical. it was signed and included a bunch of contact options (phone, AIM, etc...). the post script is the only reason this otherwise standard overture makes its appearance in between common and oscar.

P.S. Sorry about the pix in my ad (no clear face pix). I'm a fairly public figure in a sensitive field and can't circulate unblurred ones. If you reply thru my e-mail addy, I can send you a couple close ups of my eyes to fill in the blanks a bit, if that would help.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

oscar peterson passed

oscar peterson died on the 23rd of december, 2007. i had the chance to see him a few times in his later years, in montreux and in oakland, and he was amazing. peterson's long time bass player in this clip, niels henning orested, passed away in the summer of 2005, a week before i saw peterson in switzerland. what always amazed me about peterson was his hands and how they were incredibly large and just slid all over the piano making fluid wonderful jazz. this is a clip of peterson, orested and martin drew from 1985 at the berlin philharmonic. ray brown, a bassist, part of peterson's original trio and a man who i wished was my grandfather also passed a few years back. he will be featured in another post shortly.

burr grinder and me


the grinder happened. i obsessed for the last couple of days, realized that i had a $50 starbucks card from christmas, headed down to ghiradelli square, avoided many toursists, parked in front of a t-shirt stand (only $1.99 for a I heart SF tee) and purchased a $199.95 burr grinder. it is the solis from baratza. tell me if this is backwards. i grind my coffee in a two hundred dollar machine and then brew it in a $15 stovetop bialetti. now i think i must go out and purchase a $1000+ espresso machine.

in my defense i was at a loss for what to do with my starbucks gift card. i don't drink their coffee and i don't like supporting them, so i figured that i might as well use it for the grinder. of course there was a $50 burr grinder. (see post below)

Friday, January 4, 2008

little schneider on the bench


DSC03310, originally uploaded by PourLeCorps.

watching jeff's little brother play JV high school basketball got me real nostalgic. all i wanted to do was get out there and play basketball again. not in a pick up game, but with a real coach in a competitive setting. i wonder if this feeling ever goes away or whether this is what fuels all the support and yelling and madness around professional sports by guys who never made it past junior varsity high school sports.

boy waiting in line at h and m around the 23rd of december


DSC03123, originally uploaded by PourLeCorps.


photo credit: me
comment by ariel: that boy is ugly
reponse: why do people have to be good looking in photos (my pride slightly hurt because i have been secretly admiring my photo for the last couple of days)
ariel: because they should be

super fresh


so blue bottle coffee won't grind their beans for you when you pay over $14 a pound for their coffee. the women said that it was because they want their beans super fresh when they are brewed. a few days earlier i read that they believe that only a burr grinder should be used for their coffee. such grinders cost at least $50, but provide the only acceptable grind because blade grinders make inconsistent grounds.

this begs the question that i have wondered about since i bought my first turntable or ate my first classy meal or bought my first organic local produce. how fresh, how much quality/ how little vibration is enough? i've met people that claim that they are as happy spending a night at the motel 6 as they would be at the 4 seasons. but that just can't be true when everything is so much nicer at the 4 seasons (ignoring the expense of course). is it all rationalization because nicer things cost more, such as the burr grinder, or take more effort to get, such as the local produce at the farmers market.

i guess i need to cut it off somewhere. because once i decide to buy the burr grinder i think to myself: don't i need to make sure that i am getting the best quality/value burr grinder? i guess the best solution would be for blue bottle coffee company to just grind the beans for me, because i don't really mind if they are a little less than super fresh when brewed. but then i think, maybe i do and i am really missing out on the super fresh if i don't grind right before i drink my morning cup.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

a few crowns please

in prague there is a small replica of the eiffel tower atop a hill near the center of town. prague, it seems, likes to adorn the tops of hills with various large objects. there is the eiffel towerita, a metronome, two unidentified modern towers, a castle and a more modern missile.

after a long night drinking with some czechs who hated americans in an underground cellar, annie and i decided to take the funicular up to the eiffel tower. the surrounding gardens were supposedly beautiful and a nice way to walk off the burcak (young wine) from the night before.

while standing in the queue (too many brits) we realized that we were a few crowns short of the necessary toll. we had plenty of cash, but the machines at the funicular took only crowns. a nice dutch couple in front of us, whoe daughter had helped explain the situation to us, had plenty of coins and i asked if they would be nice enough to spare 4 crowns. this is the equivalent to a quarter, 25 cents. we weren't asking for much and the dutch man looked at his hand and at the 40 or so crowns he had in his hand, paused for a moment and slowly trinkled over 20 crowns into my hand.

as the crowns passed from holland to american hands annie and i received a little speech. this was, apparently, not solely a good will gesture on the part of the tank top wearing, balding and pot bellied father of 2 from amsterdam, but a political pay off. these crowns, he stated, were his small part to get rid of george bush.

i guess it was the least he could do, and i wish i had my wits about me and asked him for a much larger political donation. if a dollar was all it took, we would all be much more politically active.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

fucking healthy

annie and i sat around a pub in budapest the other night with 4 hungarians. greg, a friend of gregs, a friend of a friend of gregs and a friend of a friend of a friend of gregs. it seemed that greg, the only hungarian we knew, wanted to make it clear that the other people were not his direct friends and therefore had not been vetted by him and did not represent his country.

aside from discussing communism and the tartar people, what continually entertained me the entire night was the frequent use of the word ´fucking.´ all of the matyars at our table spoke english quite well, but they preferred to punctuate many phrases with the above word. margaret island in budapest is fucking big, and the neighborhood annie and i unfortunately visited was fucking bad. and of course the baths in budapest, they are ´fucking healthy.´

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

my solitary bar exam post


DSC00635, originally uploaded by PourLeCorps.

i covered the walls of my, well annie's, apartment with every subject from the bar. it was an attempt to live with the madness, to soak in simply through existing and living with all the information. hopefully it will prove beneficial, but months will pass before the experiment will show its true value. the day after the exam i ripped every single sheet down and recycled them.

another view


DSC00659, originally uploaded by PourLeCorps.

taken on a sunny day... saturday... the 28th of july 2007.

don't forget the whale murals


DSC00660, originally uploaded by PourLeCorps.

here is a photo of the mitchell brother's whale mural. apparently it is $40 to get in nowadays. free condoms, however.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

poetry reading

i attended a poetry reading last night. i think it was the first poetry reading since a horrible slam poetry event i grimaced through in college. anyways, last night was wonderful and full of european communists, syrian love poets and the most adorable swedish poet talking about his grandma. check out the guy below, and just look over the list of people from the festival, here.

Buy, Always Consume

Buy, buy more than you can
consume. Consume. Fuck over
any relationship.
Step on everything and always
buy everything up. Carry home
as much as you can.
Stuff, stuff yourself with greed.
Don't look anybody in
the eyes.
Surround yourself with high walls
so neither grass nor human
voices can reach you;
sink, sink into shit as deep
as you can go.
You must be on your guard;
buy away, carry it home
always consume.
Look around, make sure
they're not robbing you;
trample
any flower
any plant...
Buy, always buy
carry home
more than you can carry;
consume, consume
sink, sink into the shit,
shit shit shit.

-Ferruccio Brugnaro

Sunday, July 22, 2007

start snitchin'



i'm going to make t shirts that say "start snitching." i know that it was all about not being a tattle tale when you were young, but when you see someone get shot it is probably a good idea to tell the police. this might save the next person. i know the audience reading this is probably not too concerned with such matters on a daily basis, but this bothers me.

and... why can't they make better looking stop snitchin' t shirts. i guess it is all about sending a message, but the stop signs are so damn big.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

toto washlet... for pretty much everybody


i was reading a salon article about barry bonds and bud selig and racism and homeruns, when an ad caught my eye. the ad was a bunch of butts of different colors. i clicked through and came upon the toto washlet. interesting concept, but really worth checking out the website for the people that explain it to you. go to cleanishappy.com

here is the salon article on bonds. good discussion about the racial dynamics of bonds' breaking the home run record and some interesting info about hank aaron and the 929,000 hate letters he received when he passed ruth.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

tortoise torturer


a 6 year old boy who seldom talked to humans had a special relationship with his african spotted tortoise, bob. unfortunately, someone stole his tortoise, tortured his tortoise and left the tortoise to die behind an apartment complex.

the police captured the villian, 18 year old Tony Mosqueda, and rescued the tortoise. bob is now being treated at Turtle Dreams, a montecito "turtle hospital," and a full recovery is expected. The parents of the autistic child, Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan are "looking forward to their tortoise coming back to full health."

The story, here, is worth reading solely for the comments of the police officers.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

madness in modesto


my mom grew up in modesto. but she didn't have a miniature horse living in her kitchen, 7 dogs in the backyard and two parents who didn't seem to care about the feces covering the kitchen floor. nor did she have to sleep in a tent in her bedroom to get away from flies. story here.

art buchwald



i have been reading a little, and i emphasize a little, art buchwald recently. he died in january of this year, but he is a new discovery for me. he wrote a lot about nixon and his humor translates well to the present day shortcomings of our current executive.

before nixon resigned, buchwald adapted a dr. suess poem urging the president to leave. (insert george w. bush)





Richard M. Nixon will you please go now!
The time has come.
The time has come.
The time is now.
Just go.
Go.
Go!
I don't care how.
You can go by foot.
You can go by cow.
Richard M. Nixon will you please go now!
You can go on skates.
You can go on skis.
You can go in a hat.
But
Please go.
Please!
I don't care.
You can go
By bike.
You can go
On a Zike-Bike
If you like.
If you like
You can go
In an old blue shoe.
Just go, go, GO!
Please do, do, do, DO!
Richard M. Nixon
I don't care how.
Richard M. Nixon
Will you please
GO NOW!
You can go on stilts.
You can go by fish.
You can go in a Crunk-Car
If you wish.
If you wish
You may go
By lion's tale.
Or stamp yourself
And go by mail.
Richard M. Nixon
Don't you know
The time has come
To go, go, GO!
Get on your way!
Please Richard M.!
You might like going in a Zumble-Zay.
You can go by balloon . . .
Or broomstick.
Or
You can go by camel
In a bureau drawer.
You can go by bumble-boat
. . . or jet.
I don't care how you go.
Just get!
Richard M. Nixon!
I don't care how.
Richard M. Nixon
Will you please
GO NOW!
I said
GO
And
GO
I meant . . .
The time had come
So . . .
Richard WENT.

originally published in the washington post.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

come on baby and scratch my back


i'm still quite a novice about the blues. aside from the regulars, muddy waters and bb king, i don't know much. i was record shopping a few months ago and saw a lightnin' hopkins album. didn't know who he was, but ryan said that he was one of the greats.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

ain't got no...

my parents once saw nina simone in new york. she apparently went on a rant during the show about "the man." my mom and dad were the only white poeple in the audience. my mom didn't find this very funny, but my dad laughs about it 40 years later. after i was born and had purchased a record player, my dad picked me up two nina simone albums. in 2002 i saw here in oakland at the paramount. it was after her stroke and a year before she died. she played the piano with one hand, could barely sing but every person there knew that it was more of a tour to say thank you rather than enjoy the music. she was born eunice kathleen waymon in tryon, north carolina in 1933. she changed here name so that her mom wouldn't know she was singing the devil's music. nina was a nickname from a boyfriend and simone was the name of a french actress she admired.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

and now... whale sharks


i did a presentation on whale sharks in 2nd grade. i remember learning that they would let divers hang on as they roamed the ocean. i still dream that i will be able to dive with a whale shark. i i i.

the georgia aquarium in atlanta is home to 4 whale sharks (used to be 6 but ralph and norton died). the whale shark is the largest fish in the world, they eat plankton and are supposedly very gentle.

speaking of whale murals


on the broderick tower in downtown detroit there is a wonderful whale mural painted by an eccentric detroit artist named wyland. for various reasons locals don't like him or his whales very much. i have read stories that people used to thrown things at him while he was painting just out of spite.

during the run up to the super bowl and for about a year afterwards the whales were covered up by advertising. which was a shame, but made people realize that whales, however disliked, are better than t-mobile monthly specials.

one of the main complaints about the whales is that they have no relationship to detroit. admittedly, the closest whales to detroit are in the atlantic ocean which, considering detroit is solidly in the midwest, are not particularly close. most detroiters never think of whales but rather deer and other creatures which are hunted. here is one opinion from detroitblog

"The whales mural always struck me as California pothead art, the kind you find at the starving artists sales they periodically hold in places such as Eastland Mall, where you find paintings of majestic wolves and their cubs on a foresty snowscape, like you see airbrushed on the side of a van now and then. Now that’s art!" detroitblog

i always liked the whales (i am from california after all), they were strange and out of place on the side of an abandoned (hopefully not for long) office building. just the kind of juxtaposition that makes detroit wonderful.

jim mitchell died today and the whale mural


mitchell brothers theater, originally uploaded by PourLeCorps.

when i was a little boy i always enjoyed the whale mural on polk and o'farrell streets. what i found out years later was that the whales were on the side of the mitchell brother's adult theater. the mitchell brothers opened the theater in 1969 and shot and produced such classic movies as 'behind the green door.' i guess the reason it was such a popular porn film was because marilyn chambers was also an ivory soap model. i think i heard somewhere that in previous decades there was pretty much only kind of soap: ivory. hunter thompson was the night manager of the theater for 2 years to research a never published book. read more about jim shooting the other brother, artie. obituary

now both mitchell's brothers are dead but the whales, although a little faded and with some graffiti, are still there. they have moved to the back of the building so they are no longer on polk st. the jungle scene pictured above is now the offering on polk. it is sad, as the whales were much more at home on polk st.

Friday, July 13, 2007

al qaeda in mess-o-potamia


basic scenario is that bin laden and al qaeda orchestrate 9.11 and then we invade iraq. the invasion sends hundreds of thousands of prime patriotic targets to the middle east. a new terror network, 'al qaeda in mesopotamia,' grows. from the nytimes:

"Al Qaeda in Mesopotamia did not exist before the Sept. 11 attacks. The Sunni group thrived as a magnet for recruiting and a force for violence largely because of the American invasion of Iraq in 2003, which brought an American occupying force of more than 100,000 troops to the heart of the Middle East, and led to a Shiite-dominated government in Baghdad."

yet bush continues to draw connections between 'al qaeda in mesopotamia' and 9.11 to support his iraq policies. to read more about how bush distorts links between the terror organizations and learn about the scary nature of the iraq conflict: full nytimes article.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

go watch 'talk to me'

petey greene
nytimes review. this sure isn't the most glowing picture of mr. greene. but there aren't too many options flying around this web of the wide world. i wish he was smiling, or at least had on a better outfit. who wore such square suits in the 70s except for my dad and the rest of the square businessmen. if you look closely you can see his outrageous sideburn resting on his collar.

all star fireworks from the spot

a view from the livingroom

windows and windows


windows and windows, originally uploaded by PourLeCorps.

a view from the bathroom