I met Ed Ward waiting in line at SXSW in 2009, my most recent visit there, although that was three years ago.
I just read his essay on Jim Dine, while also scanning Heat-Thunder, NPR Lena Dunham, HBO “Girls” for/by/with/vs Lena Dunham, and this all started with flipping thru Jimmy Fallon trying to get to Norah Jones — I am curious how the audience that got free Ice T cds will also feign the same enthusiasm for Norah.

I have been carrying the new Norah in my backpack for more than a week, without having spun it.

I remember meeting Norah in Berkeley when there were only 12 of us uber-insiders there to check it.

Ed’s comments on Jim Dine reassured me regarding my long digression into Claes Oldenburg.

Also, it reminded me that the “yellow head” I saw in front of SF Opera is Jun Kaneko, who studied with Peter Voulkos. (and yes that is deeper than fact Brett Anderson and Scrote have a sideproject called Stripminers or Mindstrippers.

I was going to write about baseball and “perfect” or “perf” as Lena says. Zito lost his perfect game after one pitch –which is pretty freaking zen if you think about it — then at one point, although I stepped into the lobby to take a call and say hi to Crazy Crab, my spiritual advisor — threw 12 straight balls and then grooved a grand slam. But the Giants got a nice hand for a 5-4 double-play that almost could have been a triple play. I yelled “belt one” a pitch or two before Brandon Belt hit a splash hit.

Crazy Crab my spiritual advisor, and me, at the Giants’ game, photo by total stranger

There are nuggets of gold even in a giant field of dirt; even the fool’s gold is a gift.

But the best play of the day: I swear the guy I bought my ticket from gave $20 of it to a homeless guy, while I was at the ATM.

Ward would say this is a list more than having any insights.

I was the nerd who sat thru the 15 second demo by large telecom to get a free “Bob” cousy, but also chatted up another clerk who says she does media for RoVA and was a film theory major at UCB; I put this Brakhage on the big screen at her booth (and I got more out of roaming the halls for 20 minutes pre-game then actually watching the game: the smells, the looks, the types of people, the buzz; I cannot sit still, moveable feast and all that: hence the blog-style.

Trying to write too carefully or lucidly on the internet still seems to be like writing deep thoughts on the wall of a public toilet stall. So list, list, list.