The lines of each page, of a double-side printed document, are numbered, i.e. 1 thru 37 and footnotes, but the pages are NOT, so I had to hand-count.
There are redacted, or “wild card” parts, behind a half-tone-type screen, i.e. highlighted but labeled, or as part of the text per se “unintelligible”. I’m only 5 minutes into what might take 5 hours, but that’s my working title or subhead or bluf ‘unintelligible.”
I left an art opening, a party with free alcohol and beautiful people, at at real gallery and with a real, internationally known artist, to be at their meeting last night. I stayed for 90 minutes, leaving so as to meet my wife for dinner (she made short-ribs in the slow-cooker). That meeting is searchable or available, or ripe for the picking by some crazy post-modernist literary scholar, as a video-document and apparently, if the pattern holds, in about a month as a transcript and minutes.
Not sure if they amend minutes. I saw a basic syntax error, last night: to for two or something. (as compared to 0 for 4 here to fore, or here so far). What I mean to say, and somehow I am hearing the quaint-non-stammer of James Melville Cox or Foghorn Leghorn, is this is the previous meeting.
I spoke twice at last night’s meeting, but not on the agenda item I was most interested in, which was continued. One, during oral communications I spoke about soccer, and a fond memory of my first meal at Olive Garden, in Minneapolis or St. Paul twin cities, with the Palo Alto Firebirds soccer team, in 1993. Two, apropos of the new housing element of the new Palo Alto Comp Plan, and following the lead of people like Rebecca Sanders, Jeff Levinsky and Joe Hirsh, I said something about a new project on Wiltern or Wilton in South Palo Alto or Ventura but not the new zone called North Ventura. I guess this is South Ventura. I used to live nearby, I explained, in a rental on Pepper, which is North of North Ventura but not California Avenue or California Avenue -Ventura. There was an art gallery, and print show. There was a sports bar (formerly a dive bar) in a quonset hut. I also once lived, but failed to state, in my mere three minutes, in nearby North Barron Park, on Chimalus, the north side of street, even numbers, which is not quite College Terrace or Stanford Industrial Park or Stanford Research Park, but is nearby as the crow (but hopefully not Airborne Toxic Event) flies or floats
In my little speech which was unrehearsed I failed to mention that as a concert promoter I booked Blink 182 the pop punk band, literally THE pop punk band, more so than Green Day, some have argued, on their first NorCal tour, into Cubberley Community Center Auditorium, i.e. the multipurpose room, i.e. the kitchen cafeteria and one-time library to be. They drew about 150 fans at $6 apiece (plus half price if you rode your bike, because it was Earth Day, April 22, 1997, “Earth Day Rock ‘n’ Bike we called it). It’s relevant and timely because same band recently headlined Live 105 BFD at Concord Pavillion (with 10 bands including War on Drugs) for 10,000 or more fans and have sold 30 million records. I’m saying I have a good ear for music and I’m trying to listen for good policy versus clams. That was my point, plus “Listen, to Jeff, Rebecca and Joe”.
Here is my first attempt at the close reading part, my maiden voyage so to speak — I’ll change the characters name, for plausible deniability, to “Ms. Iceberg” if that is not too pejorative. There is a speech by her, or block of type in my version, the mediated pressing, that goes on for two-and-a-half pages, I’ll update with the actual page number but I guess its pp. 52-55 and 105 lines and by staff’s method eight paragraphs. It starts “Oh, you have a copy of my presentation as well…” It mentions the comp plan I think with a link four times. Five of the eight graphs start with “So,…”
Even in my little diatribe last night I said with due respect we should get the contractors and consultatns to do good job and not, as Sadners and Asher said, oh shit, meant to give them, speydonums, prove a predetermined point of view.
Mark Weiss, founder of Plastic Alto blog, is a concert promoter and artist manager in Palo Alto, as Earthwise Productions, with background as journalist, advertising copywriter, book store returns desk, college radio producer, city council and commissions candidate, high school basketball player; he also sang in local choir, and fronts an Allen Ginsberg tribute Beat Hotel Rm 32