Saturday, September 29, 2001

African king orders moratorium on sex, Girls face 5-year ban to help curb AIDS

"Even more than the ban on sex, the royal edict's infringement on their sense of style is what offends just about every girl at St. Mark's.

"The thing about no sex is OK," 13-year-old Nompumelelo Dlamini said in an opinion perhaps less widespread among her older schoolmates, "but the thing about the tassels is totally out. My mom thinks I should wear it, but my dad thinks it's stupid."

Friday, September 28, 2001

For my peeps that haven't seen it, "The Best of Craigslist."
The other night,. Michelle, Jeff and I went to Molotov's in the Lower Haight. Moltov's, as Jeff puts it, "Is the kind of bar you go to when you don't want to be left alone." Anyway, some drunk friendly joker decided to announce to the bar that I looked like a "Young mel Gibson." The people at the bar could not have been any less interested. However, joker friendly guy kept asking. No one cared. So he pushed more and asked the bartender (taking me under his arm and turning me to face the bartender). "Come on... Don't he look like a young Mel Gibson...even a little bit?"

The bartender looks annoyed. He's the kind of bartender than knows what you want when you say "beer" and don't specify a brand. .25 cent draft and cold stares. That type of guy...

Finally, the bartender, after much prodding from his client, says "Mel Gibon? More like a young Howdy Doody!"

Sweet. Life gets better every day.

So, I go outside for a smoke, and I start hanging out with the usual Lower Haight street life. The Street Sheet Guys, the crack freaks, the penny moochers, etc. Me and the street life on one side of the door, and a couple of preppy white guys on the other side. The white guys keep looking at me llike maybe we have something in common. Finally, some guy comes down the street with a box of Snappers, or Pop Pops, you know...the things you throw at the ground that explode. Ricky Lee Jones used the packaging graphics for her album cover "Pop! Pop!" Little gunpowder sacks for young devils.

He gives us all a pack. One of the street lifes decideds he doesn't want his so he goes to throw it away. Clammor. The guy that called me Young Mel shouts, "Don't throw that away! Give it to me! Shit, I have two kids! This a'nt no f$%^'n around...give me the snaps!" So street life gives it too him and all is well. Two snaps for the kids. Teach them early to blow shit up.

Sweet. Life gets better every day.
From the Village Voice, "Keeping the Faith" By Jerry Saltz... (click text below for full editorial):

"Everything is different in America, and everybody knows it. We don't know how, only that it is. All bets are off. Old arguments are out the window. American history has leaped off the tracks. This is what a paradigm shift feels like. Lives have been changed. Ideas will be tested. Art will be altered. We don't know what all this means, only that it is happening. Complacency was buried in the rubble; narcissism went up in smoke. The blinders were blown off. Like a pet snake that has escaped its glass cage, something familiar—terrorism—has turned truly terrifying. In the art world, the rush for money and fame will continue; careers will be spun, self-absorption will persist, and there will be art that is adolescent and petty. But all this, and the art world of the recent past, will soon seem dated..."

Missed Connections is everything at name it, you can find it these. I rarely have an emotional response to a post, as the majority involve inside jokes and sex. However, this one, entitled "Dear Mom and Dad," got me.
Wow! Someone actually set up a site called "What the heck is EMO?"a> And yes, it's completely over the top. The best part? The Feedback and Hate mail page ("wow,i think you really out did yourself kid,i think you single handedly sucked all fun out of the music,with that over analytical "description",of what im not sure though ..."). Laugh!

Thursday, September 27, 2001

The Minister is a shameless self promoter. I had to get some hits, so I posted these:

Silly me! I just read Mat's Interview with Brit and Tiff, world famous starts of Craigslist! This is four stars...through and through. Why did I fail to see this before!!!!
For My Father, Happy Birthday

To my Father, there is no other.
You have given me honesty,
accountability, strength, wisdom,
love, guidance, fairness, and friendship.
Most importantly, you have been a Dad.

You taught me these traits with grace.
I have learned many of your lessons
in moments when your vulnerability
was your greatest asset, and your tears
demonstrated the importance of your message.

I cry too. I cry when I miss family.
I cry when there is injustice and misunderstanding.
I cry when I feel strongly about truth.
I cry when there is a disconnect with you.
Thanks to you, I also know how to heal.

I am proud that we have a relationship.
Many children find their parents difficult,
and annoying. Yet I feel only love and admiration.
I have no resentments towards you, a blessing
reserved for a small minority of people in the world.

There are memories I will never forget:
The feeling of riding on your shoulders,
The vacations, the financial talks, the beers.
The love, the tears, our discussions of principal.
Most importantly, the feeling of love between father and son.

From my first baseball glove, to my first love,
From my troubles to my achievements,
in times of loneliness and despair,
in times of joy and peace, you are there.
A truth and a gift I will never forget.

I have a father that is an honest and loving man.
I have the only father I will ever want.
For this, I thank you.

Love, Ezra
September 27, 2001

Cheryl, Jeff's roommate, once yelled from her window during a HAMoTAM session, "Shut up! Your band sucks!"

Yeah, well....when we make T-Shirts that say "Shut Up! Your band sucks..." we aren't gonna pay you royalties. Phooeey!

(ANd we are still gonna play HAMoJAMS at yo house! You just can't stop the bumrush...)
DJ Shadow has a new album and a tight ass website. He is coming to the Fillmore 10/17!!!!!

Also, Bomb Records has a 10 year anniversary this weekend. Dan the Automator and Peanut Butter Wolf are coming to Storyville tomorrow night ( I will be anywhere else)

These are some of the tightest DJs on the planet. Take your Biggie and 2Pac out with the trash.
Since I am think about what the new American symbol will be (ala Rosie and Uncle Sam), I though I would link a guide to our existing symbols.

Wednesday, September 26, 2001

Ahhh, thanks to Emptyage, I discovered Metafilter. And Metafilter made me very happy because they feature threads on beer and liquor (very good...carbonation and associated beverages).
The Smithsonian Magazine has some very cool stuff in it this month. I particularly liked the write up and images of Paul Signac (the pointillist), the article on Cuba and vintage American Cars, and an article on dying mining towns in Idaho.

The Idaho story reminds me of Pittsburgh and the city's struggle to retain their youth and attract new business. I found an article on this struggle and the movements to attract young professionals to the city, which you can read by clicking on the quote below (which is from the articel):

"A survey by the Center for Economic Development at Carnegie Mellon University and the Enterprise Corp. of Pittsburgh found nearly 13 percent of residents aged 20 to 34 left Pittsburgh between 1985 and 1992 (see chart). " (click text for full story)

There is no real current solution to keeping and attracting youth in Pittsburgh. Quite frankly, it takes an unusual taste to appreciate the landscape as an outsider, and places like SF, NY, Chicago, and Miami will always pull people from out of state and places like the 'Burgh because of weather and opportunity. I left the 'Burgh because I wanted to see new things and explore the world. This is one of the primary instincts of youth after seperating from parents. As liviable as Pittsburgh is with its tree lined boulevards and cheap rent, I have more to be excited about in SF. At least people are trying. I can appreciate their efforts. I hope it works, but I only want to go back to see friends, family, and to look at the barges in the river. I do miss those things.
Speaking of Rosie, have you clickety clicked on her game yet?
WWII Brought us Rosie the Riveter (click her name for text and image). What do you think the new icon for change during war will be? Fed the Phone Tapper? Pilot the Sharp Shooter? Groundie the Crop Duster? (Forgive me...I am just soliciting opinions and ideas).
Ok, I decided to post for y'all today. Look at this article from the Pittsburgh Post Gazette about a home economics course from the 1950's (here is a clip from the home economics handbook discussed in the article):

Recommendations for a successful marriage:

"Have dinner ready: Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ... on time. This is a way to let him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal is a part of the warm welcome needed.

"Prepare yourself: Take 15 minutes to rest, so you will be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been at work with a lot of weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting ... his boring day may need a lift.
The post will have to wait. Yesterday, I was sick and today, I am busier than all get out. Please revist on Thursday, the 27th as I will have many things to tell you. Sorry to present a static blog. Thanks.

Monday, September 24, 2001

Congrats to the 2001 Oakland Athletics for whipping up on the competition. Here we come NYY!!! Here we come!!!
Remind me not to go to Velocity Night Club without my head shots.
Here is a Washington Post story about Barbara Lee, the lone house representitive voting against going to war:

"We need to step back," said Rep. Barbara Lee (D-Calif.). "We're grieving. We need to step back and think about this so that it doesn't spiral out of control. We have to make sure we don't make any mistakes."

She was walking down a hallway in the Cannon House Office Building. A plainclothes police officer hovered a few steps away, looking very serious. The Capitol Police began guarding Lee on Saturday because of death threats she received after voting against a resolution authorizing President Bush to use military force against anyone associated with last week's terrorist attacks. The resolution passed 98-0 in the Senate and 420-1 in the House. Lee's was the sole dissenting vote. (click for more.,..)

There was an essay by Lee in Sunday's Chronicle, but unfortunately (yet predictably), it is not on their website.
Chip Chip Chip..........(the sound of your liberty and freedom dwindling):

...Security experts expect a rapidly increasing reliance on video surveillance equipment during the next few years as the $40 billion-a-year electronic surveillance industry copes with the demand for better homeland defenses.

...Biometric technology identifies a person using unique physical characteristics such as fingerprints or the patterns in the eye. With facial biometrics, video cameras capture unique measurements of different points of a person's face. The companies claim that even if someone changes their appearance, their face print remains the same. (click here for full story)
Uh oh! Hamotam's in here for story.
From my mom, Priscilla Fowler:


Did not mention in 8/29 journal that we went to Aunt Helen’s party, for her 90th birthday. Lots of family there, including Ezra, Mom and Willard, Dale and Bruce and Amy and Jonathan, all the Prossers, and a few family friends: Charlotte, George and wife. We spent the weekend prior to the party with Mom and Willard and Ezra in Hawkinsville, GA. Overall, a lovely trip.

Came home after that, started school, worked more on getting house ready to sell, worried more about my show at Penn State University Oct 15, went to see Gary’s parents for a weekend Sept. 8.

Sept. 11 all hell broke loose; World Trade Center bombed by hijackers using passenger aircraft full of jet fuel. Both towers. Then a few minutes later, the Pentagon was hit, and not long after that, a fourth plane crashed 80 miles southeast of Pittsburgh in an old strip mine. (In that case, apparently the passengers tried to take over the plane and thwarted the hijackers who authorities think were headed for the White House or somewhere else in DC.) Over 6000 people were killed—and I can’t comprehend that number, so I prefer to think of all the people who made it out of those buildings, particularly the WTC towers. (I thought of how many drills at the Software Engineering Institute to get us out quickly, and how many tall buildings I’ve worked in or visited, and what I’d have been doing to escape. Would I have stopped to help? Jumped, like some trapped by fire or knowing they would be crushed? Bizarre note for someone of my generation: all this stuff on cell phones of people calling their loves ones to say goodbye. I guess I’d do it but it sure is different from years past.)

The first day I was at school; we watched the second plane it and heard about the third and fourth in the morning. Class was cancelled in the afternoon. I tied to reach Ezra and Gary, and got home as quickly as I could (Was this the end of the world starting? How long would the one granola bar I had in the car keep me alive?) I got home OK, and then called Ezra, Aunt Helen, and Mom called me before I could call her. I emailed Bruce and Barry (Ezra’s note: mom’s two brothers). (Bruce left a week later to go to NYC with a group from Rhode Island trained in post-disaster trauma counseling; he worked mostly with Boston FD volunteers.) I emailed friends. I talked to Gary and neighbors. I wondered what to do. I though I’d give blood but donation centers were overwhelmed; I decide to make an appointment for a few weeks hence when there was a greater need.

The first week we kept a vigil in front of the TV, hardly doing anything but that. Then “normal” obligations started to demand attention, although it felt disloyal to the rescue workers not to keep watching. We postponed our open house, scheduled for Sunday Sep. 16. I went to school as usual. We held our open house Sep. 23 (no one came!). We started to worry about how all the stock market stuff would affect our plans to retire early. I (not Gary) began to worry about preparing for the immediate deterioration of civilization—what if this is not the last of it?—while continuing to try to do the usual stuff. I am furious with the hijackers and their ilk for screwing up my nice life, while feeling guilty and selfish that I’m worried about this when lots of people are dead or have lost loved ones.

I am still reflecting about what to “do” to “help.” The near term conclusion is that I can do is what I do best and know the most about—make art. I’m thinking about how that might change now. A student at school looked at one of my paintings in progress--of several people schmoozing at a conference in front of a big window--and remarked on how vulnerable they looked in front of all those windows. So some changes aren’t about what I do. But I’m drawn to making images of the fire fighters at work—I’ve even captured some from the TV coverage. The questions rumbling around in my mind are whether this is taking advantage inappropriately? Honoring them? Consistent with my focus, that is right now on people at work but in different, much more benign settings?

I’m not sure yet, and meanwhile, the dog needs to be walked …

Hi Folks! Happy (blah) Monday. Last week, I began asking my family to write short piecies describing their thoughts about aging, family, work, the world...whatever. Basically, i just want to know what they are thinking about these days. The first installment follows this post. It is from my mother. She lives in Pittsburgh and is trying to sell her house so she can move to her new home near Pueblo, Colorado. Se is retired and is now an artist finishing her last semester of school in Indiana, PA. Thanks mom!

Friday, September 21, 2001

Well, I just couldn't deny you this review of li po lounge from jennie h (damn...she's text for full story):

li po lounge: random bar in chinatown. there are old chinese men in a corner watching sports on a television above the bar. the bartender is terribly old with a baseball hat askew, mumbling in chinese and pushing the specialty drink, a chinese liquer that years ago michael had bought from a faceless store in chinatown because he had heard that if you drink enough of it you hallucinate. (the brown squat bottle sat on the refrigerator the entire time we lived in the flat in the mission. it became the object of dares and torture because it was so incredibly strong and tasted like pureed garbage. like the juice that seeps from a full trash bag after you have pulled it from the can. rotten vegetables and feet and hair clippings, all fermented and terribly potent. i remember thinking cutting it with 7-up would help, he said hallucinations!, but my eyes still watered and i couldn't help spitting it out sprinkler like all over the kitchen counter.) this is a super secret hang out of san francisco's super secret club of super super tough hipsters of the most intimidating variety and black haired meanies.

from the been there done that file, a little old skool friday classic...gangstarr's "fullclip." happy friday, and have a peaceful weekend.

oh yeah, and on monday i will resume the personal posts and will also try to steer this ship in the direction of art and music.
You want bad ass new music? Hit up Ninja Tune.
Let's have one more toast to the concept of freedom of speech before it all goes to hell. I would rather sacrifice privacy than deal with terrorists, but I do fear that many new laws will be pushed right through without long term thought for what we are giving up. Some teacher in Pittsburgh was dismissed for a piece of writing about Bin Laden. I acknowledge that his timing was particularly stupid, but we are entitled to our opinions in America, and he isn't exactly supporting Bin Laden, just trying to move on.
I found some cool fashion photos from Moscow. Even if you don't care much about fashion (and believe me...I do not), the photos super stylie. The show was called "Aliens Are Coming!" and well...just hit it up.
My buddies Jeff, Mat, and Harper went to the M.U.D. rally a few weeks back. I don't feel like talking about M.U.D., but you can read about it from the link. Mat and Jeff shot some video of the event and got some great footage of the performers. There was an artist I really liked named Peaches that performed. Click on her name to check out her wicked blend of beats and attitude.
The header quote I have up today is cited in an essay entitled "suRGe (suppessor)" by a woman named Camilla Griggers. She was my women's studies professer at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh, and is now the head of Women's Studies at Carlow College. I never knew quite what to think of her, and this is no exception. The article is from Cultronix. I know, it's heady...but hey...we all have heads.
Deep Concentration is one of my favorite labels, and I have used their compilations to discover many fresh new artists. The s#$%t just bumps! Hit their new site DeepCon up, and check out some of their new tracks, links, and other fun stuff.

Thursday, September 20, 2001

More from the American roadside....Carhenge!
I most certainly dig outdoor sculpture. One of my favorite galleries is called A New Leaf Gallery. It's in Berekely, so all the Bay Area Folk should go visit.

If you want to see some outdoor sculpture stuff online, check out these links. You can also try this link, but I was having some problems connecting due to net traffic (I got in once and it was way cool, so keep trying).
There is a lot of worthwhile info about defense and foreign relations on the Federation of American Scientist's webpage.
There is a story in the current issue of In Pittsburgh that discusses alternate Pentagon sites for the president and others. The article is about Raven Rock, PA. The author is writing under the assumption that VP Dick Cheney stayed at Raven Rock during his 9/11 re-location to an area "near Camp David."
The Hip Hop Network has tons of links about hip hop and turntable culture. They also cover fan pages, dance culture, indie labels, magazines, and upcoming shows.
Time for strange vacations.
And now for a discussion of heroes:

"Celebrity-worship and hero-worship should not be confused. Yet we confuse them every day, and by doing so we come dangerously close to depriving ourselves of all real models. We lose sight of the men and women who do not simply seem great because they are famous but are famous because they are great. We come closer and closer to degrading all fame into notoriety."---Daniel J. Boorstin (b. 1914), U.S. historian.

Every morning, I pick up the SF Chronicle on my way to the N-Judah, remove the sports section, and leave the remainder of the news on the Chronicle box for another person to read. I have it set up so that I have just enough time to finish reading the box scores and sports editorials before I get off at the Montgomery station downtown. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the other sections, but the Chronicle is arguably the worst publication on earth for reliable news and in depth coverage of world affairs. It does, however, have good sports coverage. So, I read sports.

Lately, Scott Ostler, C.W. Nevius, and some of the other sports writers have decided to take issue with our idea of the hero. Here’s an example from Nevius’ morning column:

It probably will not be long remembered, but when player representatives such as Vinny Testaverde of the Jets and Jason Sehorn of the Giants simply announced that their teams were not going to play football last weekend, it stopped everything. And it was exactly the right decision. New York teams have made everyone proud. The Mets wore NYPD and FDNY hats in games Tuesday night and last night. Members of the Mets and Jets have worked in the relief center set up at Shea Stadium.
And it has been more than that. Arizona pitcher Curt Schilling's open letter to Americans was very nicely done. No preaching. No histrionics. And the demeanor at the re-opening games among all the players has been first class. Some were not even embarrassed to shed a tear.
Make no mistake, the real heroes were those who fought and died in New York and Washington. But it is nice to see our sports heroes handling themselves so well when everyone is watching.

I find this trend fascinating and encouraging, as just weeks ago all the sports writers were busy heralding Barry Bonds and his run at 71 homers. Now, he is on the back burner and nothing more than a great athlete chasing an inconsequential record. Everyday people serving their country as fireman, police, volunteers, and soldiers are back in the limelight. It’s about time.

There will always be the issue of teacher’s pay vs. entertainer’s pay. There will always be stars taking up large chunks of news broadcasts. The difference today is that they are no longer heroes. They are idols, but they are not heroes. And it is a pleasant surprise to me to see that lending a helping hand in times of trouble is still more important to the American people that seeing a home run or starlets swinging at red carpet events. Even the media gets it. Amazing.

Look at this post from Criag's List. Try it...pretty strange eh?

Wednesday, September 19, 2001

Jennie H, who is the most fashionable girl I know (and very sweet for that matter), sent me her diary page. You should read her tales as she is quite a fabulous writer and will just spill her guts and help you appreciate the little things in life. Thanks for the link, Jennie!
This is a cool, cool, cool site for all the jpeggers and movie heads out there..
Well, in one of my futile searches for something interesting to watch while I am working, I discovered the Lochness Monster Cam. They claim to be the first web cam to spot the Lochness Monster (photo via link).
I found a good list of online museums and galleries for y'all to check out.
For all you out of is the 9.12.2001 SF Examiner cover
"somebody who smiles at work really makes all the difference in the
world." ...right on maciej.
I am beginning to think that America will have to fight a "retreatist" war against terrorism. With an undefined enemy, which is the case with the WTC attack, we are really fighting a war that looks like the war on drugs. Tons of money, lots of enemies, no end in sight. Ultimately, if we fight an endless war against terrorism, we will have to deal with more and more terrorists (just like drug dealers) as we slay the leaders of terrorist cells. Anger will rise and we will have new enemies lurking in the shadows as we off our current enemies. It appears that the only way to fight terrorism in the long term with any success is to revisit policy in order to minimalize resistance.

I must say that I do not support terrorism in anyway, and I do love the belief system. However, part of the American belief system involves inclusion of all ideas as long as there is safety for all. This is why the ACLU defends the KKK's right to rally. Obviously, in the case of the WTC attack, many innocent citizens were killed. In this case, I believe in retaliation. But it seems prudent to examine some of the US's heavy-handed policies abroad to see if we can reduce the potential for more terrorism.

I believe that humanity has reached a point where the majority of people on earth seek peace rather than domination. Peace may be found for all by retreating from some of our more aggressive polices instead of attacking an unknown enemy. When terrorists are identified, we should eliminate them. However, the real question is how to reduce the number of terrorists. It may turn out that revisiting our policies is the most prudent way to minimalize terror for all.
Our lineage, the bloodbath of cultural history we swim in, includes Artaud, Lautreamont, Jarry, Rimbaud, Futurism, Situationism, Fluxus, Abstract Expressionism, Henry Miller, Gertrude Stein, William Burroughs, Terry Southern, Surfiction, Metafiction, Postmodernism in all its gruesome details, Laugh-In, Saturday Night Live, Beavis and Butthead, SLACKER, Coltrane Miles Dizzy Don Cherry, feminist deconstruction, the list goes on. We will sample from anything we need. We will rip-off your mother if she has something we find appropriate for our compost-heap creations.
---From the Avant Pop Manifesto (well worth the read if you can grin and bear it).

Next we had Egyptian wars, Greek wars, Roman wars, hideous drenchings of the
earth with blood; and we saw the treacheries of the Romans toward the Cartha-
ginians, and the sickening spectacle of the massacre of those brave people.
Also we saw Caesar invade Britain -- "not that those barbarians had done him
any harm, but because he wanted their land, and desired to confer the blessings
of civilization upon their widows and orphans," as Satan explained.
Next, Christianity was born. Then ages of Europe passed in review before us,
and we saw Christianity and Civilization march hand in hand through those ages,
"leaving famine and death and desolation in their wake, and other signs of the
progress of the human race," as Satan observed.
And always we had wars, and more wars, and still other wars -- all over
Europe, all over the world. "Sometimes in the private interest of royal
families," Satan said, "sometimes to crush a weak nation; but never a war
started by the aggressor for any clean purpose -- there is no such war in the
history of the race."
"Now," said Satan, "you have seen your progress down to the present, and you
must confess that it is wonderful -- in its way. We must now exhibit the
He showed us slaughters more terrible in their destruction of life, more
devastating in their engines of war, than any we had seen.
"You perceive," he said, "that you have made continual progress. Cain did
his murder with a club; the Hebrews did their murders with javelins and swords;
the Greeks and Romans added protective armor and the fine arts of military
organization and generalship; the Christian has added guns and gunpowder; a
few centuries from now he will have so greatly improved the deadly effectiveness
of his weapons of slaughter that all men will confess that without Christian
civilization war must have remained a poor and trifling thing to the end of
-- Mark Twain, _The Mysterious Stranger_
Yesterday, I sent a big email asking my readers for cool links. Maciej sent me a great site called Slam Online/Links. It is mostly about basketball, but the page is also a web log with media and sports commentary. It's worth a look , even for a non hoop fan.

PS. Thanks to everyone that hit the site and sent me links.
Yesterday, I sent a big email asking my readers for cool links. Maciej sent me a great site called Slam Online/Links. It is mostly about basketball, but the page is also a web log with media and sports commentary. It's worth a look , even for a non hoop fan.

PS. Thanks to everyone that hit the site and sent me links.

Tuesday, September 18, 2001

Garrett has a cool website called Bridgetop with videos of nitro powered cars and the Exotic Erotic Ball in SF (Halloween time). You may need Quicktime to view his footage from the event if you don't have it yet.
I was so glad to see Major League Baseball resume play last night. I only caught about 10 minutes of the Brewers VS. Cardinals game, but it put me at peace. Baseball is very close to religion for me, and I have been at a loss since the terrorist attacks last week. I hope it doesn't sound trivial, but it is the National Pastime after all, and I feel like America is not the same place without baseball.

I was curious about the palyer's opinions on taking the field again. I think Curt Schilling says it best in his letter for ESPN.
Hafeez has a rocking site called Blazem. You can email him with comments by clicking here. If you need a designer, he's a damn good one.
This breaking news from Entertainment Weekly....NIRVANA KILLED ROCK AND ROLL! Whatever, good shit sells.
And now back to broadcasting...

Check it out! You can buy one of these transmitters on the cheap, dial up a frequency, and tell the neighbors what you think. FCC? Yeah, whatever.
Curious about Osama Bin Laden? Edward Girardet, a former special correspondent for the Christian Science Monitor, has a piece on meeting him in person in 1989.
When I was in college, I had a radio show called Nocturnal Emission (Without it there is only sleep...) on WMHB FM in Waterville, ME. It was a talk show with live guests and performers. My co-host, Paul Fontana, introduced me to the concept of doing a radio show, and I am eternally grateful. It was extremely fun, and I have been addicted to radio ever since (and still work in broadcasting). College and Community radio stations are my top source for discovering new music.

One of my favorite aspects of living in the Bay Area is the wide range of radio stations that are run by non-profit groups and colleges. There is a rich history of protest radio here, led by Free Radio Berkeley and KPFA. KUSF, KALX, and the other college stations in the area focus on new and lesser-known artists. I thoroughly enjoy the range of stations and formats, especially since I don't have to listen to Mattress Discounter commercials every 10 minutes. Here are the links to some of the station's sites (a few allow you to stream live broadcasts casts):

1- Free Radio Berkeley

2- Stanford's Guide to Non-Commercial Radio in the Bay Area

Monday, September 17, 2001

Check this article out about tornado chasers. There are some cool photos if you don't feel like reading the whole story.
I am conflicted about Major League Baseball returning to action. Watching baseball soothes me. I know there is a lot going on, and laughing and having a good time is difficult right now. I am hesistant to celebrate anything at the moment. However, baseball is a huge calming force in my life, and I am very happy that play resumes today.

David Steele, of the SF Chronicle, thinks that we should bypass singing the anthem at games for a while. He makes some good points, but I happen to be one of the people that actually watches and listens to the anthem before games. I even cried to it one time at Dodger Stadium. What do you think?
A dietitian is addressing an audience in the Shalom Retirement Home.
"The material we put into our stomachs is enough to have killed most of us sitting here years ago.
Red meat is awful. Soft drinks erode your stomach lining. Chinese food
is loaded with MSG. Vegetables can be dirty and disastrous, and none of us
realizes the long-term harm caused by the germs in our drinking water.
But there is one thing that is the most dangerous of all and most of us
have eaten it. Can anyone here tell me what food it is that causes the
most grief and suffering for years after you eat it?"
In the front row, 75-year-old Morris stands up and says, "Vedding cake."

Craig thinks he's so funny! I, however, do not think that Better than Ezra T-Shirts are very funny.
My Uncle Bruce is a minister in Warwick, Rhode Island. He also provides trauma counseling for firefighters and their families. He went to NYC to help out. Here is his note about his preparation to my mother, Priscilla. My cousin Amy, who is his daughter, was staying with me in SF when the planes hit the WTC, Pentagon, and Pennsylvania. She said that he has since been placed on the perimeter of the disaster area. He will not be at Ground Zero, but his not is interesting nonetheless. Godspeed his return to family and home. I am proud to have so many family members reaching out for the people of NYC.


Thank you for your note. It has been a very difficult week. I have been
involved in two public prayer services and planned two more. My critical
incident stress management (CISM) team was called to go to the airport on
Wednesday to talk with employees of United and American, who lost a total of
3 Providence-based employees in the crashes. I spent Weds. afternoon at the
airport only to get the call to go to NYC with five CISM trained
firefighters. I've been waiting 48 hours for the details to fall into
place -- a logistical nightmare. Then again, things like this have never
happened before!

Today the news finally came that we will leave from a Providence fire
station at 6 AM Saturday. I will be gone 5-6 days. We will work directly
with the firefighters and their families. I was told to bring full turnout
gear (helmet, heavy firefighter's coat and bunker pants with boots) which
means that I may well be pro-viding "on-scene support" at Ground Zero. If I
go to the rubble pile I will not (and cannot, because I do not have the
training) be involved in removing debris. My job will be to provide moral
and spiritual support, perhaps to offer prayer when (if) bodies are found,
etc. That's what I'm trained to do. If I am away from the rubble pile, I
will most likely debrief firefighters before they go home and/or assist the
families of missing firefighters. Our team will be working under the
auspices of the International Association of Firefighters (the union), so they'll
be in charge.

For updates, feel free to call or e-mail Dale. By the way, I have not said
a word to Mom. We will tell her only if she asks. If she doesn't ask, I
will tell her when I get home.

If I should meet my fate while I am answering this wonderful call, please
know how much I love you all! You have been a loving and thoughtful sister!
Do keep Dale, Amy, Jonathan and Jeff in your thoughts and prayers, and me as

Love, Bruce.
Hi Ezra

I gave your wishes to Frank and he thought that was nice of you. Both are
exhausted and seeing more sorrow and witnessing so much that I think it must
affect them. Alyson met the President on the helipad and shook hands with him.
He asked her how she was doing. She has no days off and is tired. Most of
Her days are at the site and on that first day she was at the base of the
building near Vescy St. She ran for her life that day. Someone who saw her
there thought she died and the next day when he saw her he broke down crying
and hugged her and kissed her all over her face. His Sgt. from NYPD was just
watching them. I never realized she was at the site when the 1st bldg. came
down. She has seen a lot these last few days more than some see in a
lifetime. Frank was off yesterday and went back to volunteer his time there
at the rescue area. Today he is off and now we are waiting to see if he gets drafted. On 10/5 he goes to Kuwait for a month unless his orders are changed due to the disaster.

Love you,
Aunt Alice

Friday, September 14, 2001

An email from my Dad to my middle brother and I in response to my comments about the US training Bin Laden:

Ezra and Charlie,

The events of this week give pause for us to think about
where we stand on lots of issues.

I appreciate that there may many views of the
significance of aspects of these horrendous happenings.
And, moreover, many of the things that we do as humans
are far from perfect.

But I an intensely proud to be an American and to
measure the american contribution to the gradual
improvement of the human lot compared to A N Y other
culture, country within a culture, or whatever.

For example, we can point to our questionable behavior
in the Viet Nam War. But we need also to ask what other
country would be interested in making such a large
sacrifice and for what possible motive other than trying
to improve the lot of some people.

If there is any underlying reality to the notions of
good and evil, then I feel that what has happened in New
York, especially, is the incarnation of evil.

I'm sorry to be preachy. However, I feel strongly that
there can be no justification for these events.

Be strong,

It is nice to see that business has taken a back seat to hope and care this week. I really can't get anything done, and hardly see the point anyway. Sabrina, my client in Seattle called me just to talk and see if I am ok. I have a sales job, people usually want to have short and concise conversations with me, I feel blessed to see kindness emerge from this tragic mess. It fits with my views that optimism and progression is inevitable. Thanks, Sabrina. Peace and much love.

Thursday, September 13, 2001

Damn! is rocking and rolling today. Check this article out about how the trail of clues leading to the alleged terrorists appears too easy to follow.
Oh yeah, and today is the day in which Jeben tells Ezra, "yer a fukn banana head." Much better now!
Jeben, my good buddy, is always a source of entertainment. Today, we have the Moldy Peaches homepage. The tunes are especially good. Try "Who's Got the Crack." Thanks, Jeb.
Today is my cousin Frankie Gavin's 34th Birthday. He is on the NYPD, and is ok, but we are concerned. His sister, Allsion Gavin, who is 28 is NYPD (Port Authority) as well (she is ok). She was at the WTC when the second plane hit. God bless them both and godspeed their return.
Word up, Beverage Girl!
Harper has a nice quote up on her site today. Thanks to the Minister of Fruity Beverages (Harper) for making my morning more peaceful.
Are you curious about flags at half mast (why, not what for), insurance for terrorism, and the like? MSN has some info on these questions and more here.
AUTHOR: Jacques Chirac, Premier of France
QUOTATION: Terrorism has become the systematic weapon of a war that knows no borders or seldom has a face.
ATTRIBUTION: To General Assembly 24 Sep 86
Remeber Matt Drudge? He broke the Monica/Clinton case. He is still on the cutting edge of news gathering, and you can check his coverage out here.
Stratfor has very good coverage of world events, and has up to the minute analysis of the US/Terrorist situation. Thanks Mat.
As a diversion from all of the national news, I bring you an update on the ecstasy case in Pittsburgh, Pa.
My sophomore year of college was a trying time. I grew a bit tired of living in Waterville, Maine and decided to return to Pittsburgh to take some classes at Carnegie Mellon University, where I eventually transferred to complete my degree. I left Maine in January and returned to the ‘Burgh with my girlfriend. We moved into an apartment in Shadyside with my best friend from high school.

Things were going pretty well. I was in a better mood about school, and it was good to be home. Other than the usual drama associated with mixing a best friend and a girlfriend in one house, I was having fun.

Pittsburgh was prepping to open the Andy Warhol Museum, and there was a ton of buzz surrounding the city. The museum is the largest single artist museum in the world, and Pittsburgh leaders were poised to take credit for reshaping the city into an art and technology center after years of a slumping economy and a declining steel industry.

My memory of the time leading up to the museum opening is filled with promises of celebrities and theVelvet Underground appearing for the opening. When opening night came, there were lines for what seemed like a mile. However, when the dust settled the next day, it was back to the sad reality of a Midwest industrial city. The band never played, the celebs did not show, and many of Warhol’s friends and allies continued their assault on the concept of building the museum in Pittsburgh when everyone knew that Warhol hated the city and moved to NYC for a reason.

So life when on. Summer came and it was time to find a full time job and save some money. I spent mornings doing anything but that. My friend, Jesse, and I would head to a coffee shop in the morning to search the classifieds. We would put in a few applications at crappy retail shops and restaurants and then get a 12 pack and head for my house to party. Work was necessary, but not particularly interesting at 19. Girls and beer mattered most.

Finally, I was offered a job at the Warhol Museum training staffers how to use computers and basic software. I was very excited. My boss was young and pretty, and it was a good 8$/hour job (which is a decent amount of money at 19 in the ‘Burgh…my rent was only 290$). However, things did not work out as I was later informed by my soon-to-be boss that she could not pay me the money since it was a state funded position, and I was not on student aid from Pennsylvania. She offered and unpaid internship instead. I decided that I could not and would not work for free and the party ended. It still pisses me off sometimes.

Back to the drawing board. More beer, more slack, and fading optimism. Jesse and I finally got a break and interviewed to become CutCo knife salesman. I don’t know if you have ever had a CutCo salesman pitch you knives, but it is absolutely lame. They hype young kids up about potential earning and teach them how to make a penny into a corkscrew using CutCo scissors. CutCo loves trainees. Why? Well, you have to buy the demo knives for the sales pitch. Easy money for them, shit job for me.

After abusing my friends parent’s sympathy and guilting them into buying a few knives, I decided that the job sucked. Jesse and I hung it up and got jobs at the local Gulf Station in our neighborhood. We were psyched because we could be outside, check out ladies, and party on the job (ummm…beer at the gas station…umm).

The Gulf station was in the center of the Squirrel Hillarea (my hood) of Pittsburgh at the intersection of Forbes and Murray. We parked cars for tips while the wealthy women took their daughters (umm…the daughters…high school…umm…now this is why we have the job, etc.) to get hair cuts at Marshall’s Hair Salon. The cops also hung out there and would help us earn extra money by charging the city for full service premium and letting us put regular unleaded self serve in their tank so we could keep the difference (about 10$ per fill-up…nice deal, eh?).

Jesse and I spent our gas days flipping quarters and swatting each other with towels. We felt like greasers and did our best impression of cool guys. We would learn over the door window of a young lady’s car and lean in with a smile. “Can I help you little darling?” etc. It was cool. The bars served us at 19 with our Gulf hats on. The cops knew us. We were cool (yet scrubs).

Summer came to a close. I didn’t even work at the station the whole summer, as I was fired for ratting an older worker, Bernie, out for stealing 50$ a day to play the lottery. The old guard decided that Bernie (AKA old thief) was more valuable than I was, and that they would rather have stealing than lose the old guy. They did not like my pip-squeak self pointing out their ineptitude, I guess. Oh well, it was time for school anyway. Time for new fun. But I will never forget the feeling of being a gas attendant when I could have been a museum worker. Somehow, it worked out, as that was the best job I ever had.

Wednesday, September 12, 2001

This is the jackass post of the year. As If WWII never happened. I absolutely hate revisionist historians, but this one takes the cake.

Monday, September 10, 2001

SF Locals, forgive me, but the Night Cabbie is a damn cool column.
News of the Weird is unrelenting. Have fun.
Fearand destruction means it's time to plan ahead. Thanks, Jeffe!
Sometimes you have to move on. Bukowski sums it up in this poem. (For Matthew).
Dear Mr. Reagan,

The only time the trickle down theory works is in a urinal.

(What I write on bathroom walls when I have a pen handy).
This site is a cool tribute to found art.
Alcohol is your enemy. The bible says: Love thy enemy.
- Graffito - Helsinki, 1970
The SF music scene is off the hook. This weekend, my cousin Amy and her boyfriend Max were in town looking at grad schools. I figured that they should see some banging rock and roll in addition to the rest of the tourist blah blah. So, I took them to Bottom of The Hill, which is one of my favorite clubs in SF. Bottom of the Hill's booking agent has flava and is reliable as all hell when you have nothing to do and want to see some good musicians!

So, my reccomendation to you is to check out this band called Jet Black Crayon. They are very Hamotam-esque (brownie points) and put on a good show. I had never heard of them before the show, but again...Bottom of the Hill delivered for me. Here are some MP3's for you to check out. If you can't get the files from the link, sign up for AudioGalaxy and do a search for the band. Have fun.

Dad: Witty, Republican, Financial Wiz, New Yorker, Practical, Republican, Mathematician

My Dad’s View of the World:

When I was a freshman in college, I dated a young woman that was enrolled in my college’s women’s studies program. She was kind of screwball, yet charming in the way that trinket collectors and horoscope junkies are.

One weekend, the young woman and I decided to take trip home to NJ to see my father and his/my family (my parents are divorced, and my dad is remarried w/ two kids). We drove from Maine to northern NJ where he lives.

My father is a cut and dry type of guy with a ton of wit. He can sum things up in one line better than just about anyone I know. So, my Dad asks my girlfriend, “What are you majoring in?” She replies, “Woman’s Studies and English,” or something like that.

Dad offers, “That’s great! When you get out of college you can use your degree to analyze the classified ads.” Nice one Dad. She’s a midwife in NYC now.

The lesson: Don’t bring girls home to meet Dad.

Mom: Kind, Artistic, Liberal, Democrat, Emotional, Southerner at heart, Giving

My Mom’s View of the World:

My mom has a biosensor that tells her when something seems fishy. The sensor is called the “warm fuzzies.” It worked like this in High School:

Son: “Mom, can I go to the movies with Dave tonight?
(Translation: Can I go drink in the park?)

Mom’s answer:

“No. It doesn’t feel right. I am not getting warm fuzzies about this. Something tells me it’s not right. You can’t go”
(Translation: No way. You are going to go drink with Dave or get in trouble and no you can’t go).

The lesson: Trust your gut. At least you will feel ok in the end.

Sunday, September 09, 2001

Is Bobby Fisher back?
Pirahnas invade Pittsburgh!
My wish list begins with a twin brother (though I love my two brothers anyway). Read the last section of the link.

Friday, September 07, 2001

An now for my finale of the day...just a sec...can you hold your horses? ok, here you go. From the infamous Sf Chronicle bondage files.
Do you have dating problems? Do you need advice? I have absoulutely nothing to help you with your problems as I am single, but the Lovetron seems to know everything.

Stupidity is easy to find on the internet. If you don't believe me, click here.
Is your job a big one of these? Nothing to do? Click here for answers to questions you didn't even ask!
Dear Disparate Friends,

I do miss the sound of your sweet voices. Hence my listing in the white pages. Take care. My heart goes out to you and you are in my thoughts. May this bridge not divide us, but assist us in our need for comfort, community, and love.
While we are on the subject of books, you really should read and re-read Dorothy Allison's book entitled "Bastard out of Carolina" Why? Just do it, and get some tissues for your tears. Though I am not a poor woman from the poor south, I believe Dorothy when she says how it is.

Here is what she says about the need-monger in all of us:

"Never show that you care, and never want something you cannot have. Never give anyone the satisfaction of denying something you need, and for that, all you have to do is learn to need nothing. Starve the wanting part of you."
Dorothy Allison, Mama, Trash
Earthquake sensitivity (people who claim to be able to predict quakes) fascinates me. Here is Charlotte’s story, and here is some freaky stuff from other yo yos. A good book about this stuff is called California Fault. My Mom gave it to me a while back, and it is way cool. Thanks, Mom!
Let's get back to the ecstasy issue again. Here is new news in the case of a 16 year old girl who died after ingesting one pill. The coroner, Dr. Cyril H. Wecht, was a lead expert in the Kennedy assination investigation. This story is really unbelievable, especially with the number of people that intake this stuff in SF.
I am a newspaper junkie. Every paper, no matter how crappy, has it's charms. I used to want to be a newspaper writer, and may still be one someday, but that will have to wait. Anyway, the NY Post is one of my favorite sites, mostly because the have a great gossip column and they archive their brilliant and endlessly flashy covers. Enjoy!

Thursday, September 06, 2001

It is tough for me to understand the optimism surrounding nuclear power in some countries, US included. Here are pictures by Romanian school children focusing on the promise of nuclear power.
The Mattress Factory (click the ear-head-eye thingy on their home page to enter the site)is wicked cool. It is a Pittsburgh art gallery, and is way left of center. Check it out. You obviously can't see the gallery, but they have cool pictures of their stuff online.
My friend, Maciej, worked for these folks. Perfect for the morning commute on public transit, eh?
America is the world’s living myth. There’s no sense of wrong when you kill an American or blame America for some local disaster. This is our function, to be character types, to embody recurring themes that people can use to comfort themselves, justify themselves and so on. We’re here to accommodate. Whatever people need, we provide. A myth is a useful thing.

ATTRIBUTION: Don Delillo (b. 1926), U.S. author.
In a perfect world, where I am king, she would make as many movies as him.

Sorry, that was a bit excessive.
This is my real estate, buster! There, now go find your own.

When I stared this canvas of gut spill, I decided to make it primarily a confessional with some fun stuff in between the lines. I am in the mood to entertain the surfers and under-worked out there, so thanks in advance for visiting. If you come by on a daily basis, I will try to tell you about the reality called my life, and will share my pain, joy, and growth with you. If you are lucky, maybe we can even pee together sometime (M4F only, please!).

I figure that if I am honest, and do not post personal attacks, avoid kiss and tell stories, and try to tell the truth, that all will be ok in the end. I am not a bigot, misogynist, hate-monger, nor am I here to preach. I just want to confess. Is that ok? If it’s not, push your back button on the browser in front of you and…bye-bye!

MEMO: HAMoTAM did not play last night due to circumstances out of our control…namely work. Sorry! We will announce our next show soon, but you really have no choice about hearing HAMoTAM because we control the volume. Ok then….

Today’s Personal Story:

There have been several times in my life where I have really pissed some people off by writing things down that were not for public display. Unfortunately, the people I wrote about violated my space and read the unsavory items. I took my beatings and decided that I would never write anything down that I did not want others to read.

One time, when I was 16 or 17, I was dating this young woman who was a pretty, sassy, richie, snappy, saucy, dicey, druggie, reform school, general ball of trouble. She was the first woman to take up serious space in my heart, and is still firmly entrenched in my memory.

We got along great for a few months, but it fell apart rapidly. Basically, when we hung out it went like this: Hook up, fight, watch her do drugs, watch her bitch at me, try to stay straight, hook up, fight, watch her want more drugs, hook up, fight…blah blah blah until the end.

Since she was such a troublemaker, her parents refused to let her out, except with me. Parents lied me in high school. I worked, was clean cut, and tried to be a gentleman. Plus, I always looked parents in the eye, so I was always pretty cool with girl’s parents. This particular young woman was a sharp cookie though, and quickly realized that she could use me as an excuse/alibi for going out with other friends. The problem was that some of them were guys, and I was jealous and suspicious as people tend to be when they have someone to themselves and then the other person starts to branch out. I had nightmares about these unknown men standing over me laughing and holding my girlfriend. I was tweaked.

We went to the same High School in the Shadyside section of Pittsburgh. It was in a house and there were only 45 kids from 7-12th grade. We shared a common homeroom with desks that did not lock. One day, I was so pissed off and hurt by her shifty behavior, that I decided to express myself in a rather graphic and mean spirited journal entry. I didn’t keep a journal, but this moment in my teenage despair seemed like a good time to start. So, there I am displaying Goth-like depression, penning a hate entry for my psycho druggie cheating lying soon to be ex girlfriend. I put it in my desk as an act of trying to bury my feelings and the issues at hand to keep my sanity. Needless to say, she found it.

The scene was awful. We broke up and she tortured me for the remainder of the school year. She was pretty sexual for a teenager and would torment me by bending over desks and having boys make sex motions towards her in front of me (while laughing, of course). She would also call me when she was “busy” with other guys. It was terrible and I was all busted up and a total mess.

I learned to hate her for this until I got over the whole thing and realized that it was my own damn fault that she found the writing. I heard many people say “Don’t write anything down that you don’t want people to read.” Lesson learned, but I had to learn it a few more times before I stopped writing.

Now, at age 27, fully recovered and happy and healthy, I take on the task again. This time, it is in a public forum and I hope to survive. I don’t really expect the lesson to have changed in the ten years since my teeth were kicked in, but maybe I can write the truth and my feeling here without be placed on a cross. After all, this is my real estate, buster!
As Matthew is fond of saying, "Watch out for the Earthquake-o!"
Holy S%^&t! This cat is 42 pounds? Mr. Bigglesworth? Thanks again, home town rag.
Hi there...

Here is an article about ecstasy from my hometown, Pittsburgh. I never know how to feel when people narc out drug dealers. I am torn. I feel that you take your life into your own hands when you buy designer drugs, especially from strangers. Most of the time everything is ok. You get the bends or whatever, and sleep it off. In this instance, something went wrong for a young woman. Now, do you think it's right for her friend to narc the dealer out? She may have done it because she was concerned that 300 more pills may have been tainted, which I agree with as a responsible thing to do. But I still don’t think that the girl’s death is the dealer’s fault. He would have to force feed it to her or drop it in her drink for me to blame him. He is, however, a jackass if his drugs were bunk.

Wednesday, September 05, 2001

You don't need a Series 7 to be a fund manager. Just click here (for the bored). No, I am not good at it! And yes, I will resume personal posts shortly.
Let's make beats!
"Graffiti Sucks!" Yeah right...check this out. Now please take down your motivational posters and cute generic Ansel Adams prints before you criticize ACTUAL art (art for the for the from the with with a that that challenges...)

Thanks to Jeben for this, though he showed it to me 3 years ago. I forget how good my memory is.
Do you ever look at those ranking sites where you can give pictures a rating from 1 to 10? I look at them every day. I have no idea why, except that I enjoy giving low ratings to people who are clearly of the beautiful-smiley-elite, especially when they have insincere looks on their faces. Sometimes, there are really homely looking souls on the sites, and I give them a ten just for subjecting themselves to a blind date with a secret amateur beauty contest judge. I think that putting yourself up for public ranking based on looks is an interesting concept, especially because it seems like a mechanism for re-affirming your positive and negative views of self.

I really get into these sites, and have even signed up to pre screen pictures for this one. I find the whole phenomenon quite fascinating.

Anyway, there are some sites where people do not actually put their own pictures up. You can usually tell when this occurs. Someone, likely a male, will take some picture with the source URL printed right on the photo and put it up for ranking. I don't quite understand why random people want to know how others do. So one day, out of pure curiosity (of course), I decided to put one of my (shall remain nameless and faceless) friends on Anyway, I got a strange rush out of having one of my friends, who I actually was "interested" in, ranked. She only got a 5.5! I was so bummed. Maybe the people that post other's photos need reassurance that their fantasies are shared fantasies...I dunno.

Here are some sites to check out (you may have seen these before, but think about other people getting a hold of your senior year photo and putting it up...).

hotornot (the classic, and you can see how long ago the subjects checked their scores)
rankpeople (trashy, and they have survivor games!)
picturepoll (I really REALLY hate this's gotta be made by an AOL casualty)
pickthehottie (endless 1 on 1 contests...pretty good. I like how you can see the people the subject lost to and defeated)
picturemehot (Wanna-be porn for your hard work day)

Anyway, have fun. And at least check these every once in a while. I may have posted you!

PS> Thanks to Mat Honan of Emptyage for his encouragement and link.
I am really excited today! Hamotam, minus Harper and Mat (boo hoo!), is playing at a place in North beach, SF called The Coffee Gallery. It was The Coffee Gallery in the 1960's and was place of performance for Jack Kerouac and other beat era performers. It later became The Lost and Found Saloon. I guess the Coffee Gallery people bought it and reopened under the the old name. Anyway, the host is named Girl George. She was the original MC for open mic night at the Coffee Gallery. Check out her photos with the Loving Spoonful using the link under her name. Tres cool.

I feel happy to finally get on the stage after 7 years or so. Hamotam is the best thing for my creative pursuits. We have a nurse, writer, artist, video guy, and me...the music guy. Everyone is learning, but I love it mostly because I needed a push and have always felt that friends make the best band mates...not studio musicians. Woo Hoo! Party town get ready!

Tuesday, September 04, 2001

Now I know you all just love baseball. How could you not love a sport with no time limit, and exemption from anti trust laws, and enough faulty logic to make GW seem smart? Best of all, the defense holds the ball!

Anyway, I went to a Giants game this weekend. They lost 4-1 to the Colorado Rockies. I was happy. Those of you who know me are already aware of my deep hatred for the Giants. However, as much as I can't stand the Giants and their smoke and mirror impersonation of a contender, I like the team better than actual Giants fans. You can't get any worse than a bunch of quiet family types talking on cell phones druing a pennant race. I am almost embarrassed to be at a game with a bunch of quarter asses. You know what a die hard Giant's fan does to show support? They wear pins on their hat! Give me a break. Losers. You get what you deserve: a first round elimination, at best.

MEMO to the architects that built the over-rated Pac Bell Park: Ummm...can you make the seats actually face the GAME instead of the Bay Bridge next time? Oh yeah, and when you have a chance to build a new park...make it so we can actually get a beer and watch the game instead of standing in line. You had a blank slate and f$%^'d it up. AND...get that damn glove and Coca Cola thing out of the outfield. I might consider paying 28 bucks to see the bridge, but you put corporate sculpture in the way. Thanks. Losers (take two).

That said, here in the Bay Area we actually have a real team with heart. They are called the Athletics of Oakland, and they are my favorite team by far. Why? Well, for one the A's silence the people that say the Yankeees win every year (their payroll is 1/3 of the Yanks), and that baseball is about money in the end. Two, they are damn fun to watch. Three, the fans wear viking get ups, play drums, and wave flags. Cell phones? Now way, go back to SF with the rest of the losers.

Burce Jenkins, the only good sports editorialist in the Bay Area news community, wrote a great piece describing the season that the A's are having. You can read it here.Notice the snips at the Boston redsox. I like that! I just wish he had the balls to blast the Giants. There are many Giant apologists in my life. They need to go cease the senseless dreaming and pick up an A's shirt.