Caster Semenya on The Farm

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One hundred eighteen years after university founder Leland Stanford hired Eadweard Muybridge to photo document and reveal mysteries of human and horse forms in motion, champion runner Caster Semenya comes to The Farm Angell Field Prefontaine Classic (!) Sunday to compete in the 800. She has not lost since 2015 on the track, that distance (She lost in the courts, who are baffled by her biology — or as David Starr Jordan might have said, what the fish?).

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Eadweard has 2 e’s and 2 a’s while Caster apparently has 2 X’s and a Y.

Caster covers two laps in about 1:54. In comparison, in April I finished the San Francisco Rock and Roll Half Marathon in just under the cutoff, four hours. I literally run a 23 and me.

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Caster easily beats 2 minutes half mile while yours truly would be thrilled to crank out 26 in 7 minutes each at next April’s race

There’s a sellout crowd expected. (They should have left the track in the football stadium).

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THREE VISAGES OF MY CLASSMATE AND FRIEND SYLVIA BROWNRIGG (FREMONT HILLS, GUNN) FROM 2009 READING OF “THE DELIVERY ROOM”

Sylvia was one of the brightest people in our class, but I didn’t realize until a reading of The Metaphysical Touch that she is also quite humorous

I stopped around minute 12, at the word “semen”
The book is or was on Counterpoint, founded by Wendell Berry and Gary Snyder. I saw Sylvia do a reading at the Jewish center for her YA book under a different nom de plume. I think she’s friends with Ann Packer.

She’s introduced, for 5 minutes, by Robert Hass, former U.S. Poet Laureate

and1: Robert Selz (1919-2019) z’l’

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From Ausmus to Meyers to chance



Who can guess why I have posted an item with a mug shot of a Dartmouth undergrad named Sophie Ausmus ’20 and an old tobacco era trading card of Chief Meyers of the New York Giants?
Well, they both went or go to Dartmouth, but more than that Sophie’s father Brad Ausmus ’91 was the first Ivy League catcher to play in the world series since Chief Meyers.

Yesterday, I went to the Old Pro to watch Mad Bum on the tube but instead semi-serendipitously attended a Dartmouth Club meeting — that’s how Aquarii roll sometimes.

I happened to sit at the bar next to two former Dartmouth players, Maddie Damore and Kristen Rumley.

When Dartmouth won league, for the first time ever, the game ended with a tap back to pitcher Rumley who threw for the putout to first baseman Damore, who high- fived. With a little more balls, so to speak, or beer, I might have asked them to reenact that moment for Plastic Alto.

Maddie volunteered that arguably Kristen was the best female athlete of her generation. She was two-time all Ivy pitcher, with 670 strikeouts in 669 innings and selected as the Kenneth Archibald Trophy winner for her class. (As compared to the Barrett Cup I discussed here earlier my D colleague Keith Boykin won for track).

For the 1980s I know or know of all 10 winners of the Archibald Cup, including my classmate Allison Barlow who led Dartmouth to the Ivy League lacrosse championship.

It seems that in the years between Allison Barlow 1986 and Kristen Rumley 2015 most of the male winners of this award went on to play either Major League Baseball, NHL hockey or NFL football: Jay Fiedler, Lee Stempanik, Mark Johnson et cetera.

Kristen will most probably be inducted to the Wearers of The Green when she becomes eligible five years out.

I believe that my fellow Gunn alumnus is WOTG for tennis: Rebecca Dirksen.

I told the two ladies that my former roommate Peter Gallenz was belatedly inducted I mean recently but more than a decade after his deeds for biathlon in that he was not an Olympian but was on the national team, close enough. (He coached ladies biathlon at the Olympics, and missed competing as an athlete by one space or two, twice).

I told Kristen, from Katy, Texas near Houston, that she should ring Murray Bowden ’71 the football hero and real estate tycoon on general principles. I claim that Dartmouth sports heroes take phone calls from bloggers and love to discuss the old days (I interviewed Bowden in 1985 for The D, and recently rang Pete Broberg and Shaun Teevans. I still think Teevans has a distinction of having the most combined touchdowns and hockey goals in Ivy History, around 30 I think it was)

And then oddly I ran into Mark Fadill the former runner steeplechaser at Whole Foods who said his daughter at Paly runs like he does — I gave him the rundown of Rumley and Archibald and all that.

Circling back to my headline, or rounding those literal literary or figurative bases and bringing it all home, when I asked Maddie (Saint Francis of Mountain ie home girl) and Kristen if they had heard of Brad Ausmus they said his daughter was their teammate. Around the girdled earth we roam, her spell on us remains.

Oh, did I mention that when i dropped a knife on my toe in the kitchen this month the Stanford emergency room doc who stitched me up was also an alumna?

In a related matter my father Paul Weiss was likely the only person who both heard Gabby Harnett on the radio hit his famous championship homer and saw Buster Posey on tv hit a playoff walkoff homer

Her:

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“Rum babe, rum babe, rum babe, swing!”

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Hey all you promiscuous women of color in jazz, have we got the drug for you!

BIKTARVY — for when the A-Train takes you a wee bit too far.

This ad banner popped up with my The New York Times subscription (and ironcially they had an article about JD Allen today, a recurring feature about forces shaping the future– this ad looks like a cross between Tuskegee experiment, Requiem for an American Dream and -insert racist trope here)

This is a $20Billion per year company — you think they could do something to help jazz, in remedy to their vicious stereotypes.

To find out more info, complain or threaten a boycott and picket of Gilead Pharmaceuticals of Foster City, call Sung Lee, 650-524-7792. Thank you.

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Liu Jianhua trace drip at Pace recommended to purchase for Palo Alto public art collection in honor of Yangpu, Jeremy Lin and Eric Filseth

Years ago, I wanted to donate a Stacey Carter painting to the City in honor of Mayor Sid Espinosa. And then I wanted to donate a small Rob Syrett painting in honor of Yiaway Yeh’s term. I think we should add a piece likewise each year

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Foreign language speakers in line for popular noodle lunch, near City Hall:

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Psyched on Si Kahn


Si Kahn performed at Dartmouth in 1985, my junior year. I don’t remember this, but noticed an ad in the 1985-1986 bound volumes (I was an editor of The Dartmouth so received such as parting gift).

He is a liberal labor activist and singer-songwriter.

I noted that the concert was sponsored by Duncan Earle, then a young faculty member, known for his liberalism. I recently connected with him, Earle, by email.

Today I got news, meanwhile — because I reached out — that Si Kahn won a Joe Hill Labor Award. They circulated a photo of him next to a Mother Jones memorial in Southern Illinois (I’ve visited, and shot).

The mention of Joe Hill reminds me that I mean to present the Wayne Horvitz oratorio on Joe Hill that includes Wallace Stegner, Paul Magid, Bill Frisell, Robyn Holcombe, Danny Barnes and Rinde Eckert.

If Si Kahn is in the area, I might persuade him to busk at Lytton Plaza.

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Fuct in fact not effected

The Courts have indeed approved as a trademark the name of the clothing manufacturer (started by a conceptual artist) with the naughty-sounding name Fuct. I reported earlier that the courts were going to hinder. I fuct up.

More annoying to me is the fact that LA Times blocks my access to their coverage. (I pay to read the Times and the Post, and the Weekly — I often by three papers at Mac’s to boot).(You dear reader might have better luck with the Times link — that paper has gone down hill since Jim Newton left).

From CBS:
The Supreme Court ruled that the brand “FUCT” should be allowed a federal trademark in a ruling announced Monday, finding that a federal ban on the registration of “immoral” or “scandalous” trademarks violates the First Amendment.

Designer Erik Brunetti wanted to register the trademark for his clothing brand, but the Patent and Trademark Office had refused to register the brand’s name, citing a provision of the Lanham Act that prohibits registration of trademarks that “consist of or comprise immoral or scandalous matter.”
Erik Brunetti’s FUCT Book Release Party At Chateau Marmont Presented By RVCA
LOS ANGELES, CA – SEPTEMBER 18: A general view at Erik Brunetti’s FUCT Book Release Party Presented By RVCA at Chateau Marmont on September 18, 2013 in Los Angeles, California.
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Brunetti, argued that this part of the trademark law was unconstitutional, and the high court sided with the Los Angeles-based clothier. He founded the streetwear brand in 1990.
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In oral arguments in April the justices sidestepped saying the tongue-in-cheek name aloud. Chief Justice John Roberts described it as the “vulgar word at the heart of the case.” Justice Samuel Alito called it “the word your client wants to use.” And Justice Stephen Breyer called it “the word at issue.”
In the opinion released on Monday, Justice Elena Kagan went so far as to write that the brand “is pronounced as four letters, once after the other: F-U-C-T.”
Alito said congress could change the laws to prohibit such, the fuck-head.

This guy:

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Palo Alto Arts Program brouhaha

This might be as good a place as any to register my concern over the Palo Alto Public Arts program. Although Council voted via consent calendar to approve the contract with East Bay artist Peter Wegner for the Percent For Art enhancement of the new Public Safety Building (near Cali Ave), the artist himself seemed very upset with the state of affairs. He told me that staff did not explain why the centerpiece of his “suite” of artworks was deleted from the proposal. Something about budgeting and fungibility, apparently, but the more people on staff he spoke to the more muddied the picture became– they, or “we” more precisely, could not get our story straight.

Staffer Elise DeMarzo was in attendance but apparently she and Wenger are not on speaking terms. Are we really expecting an arist to deliver $700,000 of his best work when we treat him thusly?

The context of this is that in recent history, besides adding a number of pieces to our collection, we have alienated, insulted or disrespected the following artists: Peter Wegner, Bruce Beasley, Sam Yates, Joan Zalenski, Nilda Maltz, Varella, Marta Thoma. People we do busines with leave with a bitter taste in their mouths. We still got 63 proposals for the $92M PSB, but I for one am embarrassed about the state of things. Besides DeMarzo (herself a former commissioner, and indeed someone I consider a friend – -I saw her and Michael Friday night at my Jane Monheit show), people who were stakeholders or contributors to the Wenger project, according to staff reports, are Yoriko Kishimoto, commissioner Loren Gordon, Director Kirsten O’Kane, Liz Kniss and City Manager Ed Shikada –let’s get our story straight, at the very least.

I suggest that we restore the LED element of the Wegner Suite, perhaps by earmarked donations or a PPP and then re-mount from scratch if necessary our Public Arts Program. There are too many kerfuffles.

This is well beyond the small group of Philistines who claim their grandchild can paint better than Picasso. Or that cannot multiply “point oh one” on numbers beyond a certain point. (And Greg Tanaka sounds like an idiot for parroting their concerns — and exaggerating the significance — even if, to his credit, he gave me five minutes ex parte Monday to hear me out).
Palo Alto is the place where homes sell for nearly $2,000 per square foot yet residents balk at paying $5 per capita for art.

The next art commission meeting is WHEN. Another problem, not limited to the arts, is the trend wherein commissioners and board members and council are afraid to publish their addresses and contact info beyond “City Hall”. If you don’t trust your neighbors, don’t try to represent us.

Democracy without humanity reverts to totalitarianism. Look at the worst regimes in history and how they view or viewed expression or art. We are better than that, people, or used to be.

Wegner’s “Monument to Change As it Changes” at Stanford GSB:

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Spain, Spoon, spin

 

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Soccer match, 9 a.m. i.e soonly US vs World

A favorite indie rock band releases a single and gets reviewed in The Times

Dave Bartholomew big beat sound responsible for “The Fat Man” and 60 other charting singles by Fats Domino alone, 2nd only to Elvis, dies at 100.: do I have that compilation? Also, reference to 2 sax players. Also Mitch Woods, appears July 6 that is a week from next Saturday was one of six people to put out Dave Bartholomew records this year, according to Allmusic; out of a total of 2,819.

B/w something about Peter Wegner piece LED being cut from new police station here.

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Lasagna masterpiece

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Poltz and Jewel Reunite in Telluride

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My Denver rocky mountain and sometimes high correspondent BEM reports on loving the Telluride Bluegrass Festival, attending for the first time, with his kids.

I tipped him to Steve Poltz, who played in my short-lived and doomed series at an art gallery at corner of Hamilton and Alma, in 2005.

His kids loved Poltz.

Poltz remembered me.

I recall him saying that he loved baseball, especially post-season day games, that unique fall lighting.

Sure enough, the clip my buddy sends is Steve Poltz improvising something about Harry Carey misprounouncing “Dave Concepcion” the Big Red Machine shortstop.

Also, I forget that Steve Poltz and Jerry Hannan are buds. I think I red that Poltz and Tim Bluhm led a backpacking songwriter seminar.

It was news to me, thanks to the texts, that Steve Poltz and Jewel perform together. They cowrote and starred in the video “You Were Meant For Me”.

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Yes this is mindless but I’m doing a post about three skulls: Warhol, Fritsch and Ross K Jones

at stanford cantor i saw and show yesterday

saw this at sfmoma and bought a t-shirt

This is a detail of a Ross K Jones work in a private collection, but I do personally recall meeting him once, at Smith Andersen:

This is on display only for about a year, displacing the Oldenburg Q

even from a distance my wife knew this was Sts Catherine and Nicholas whereas I saw them as chess pieces king and queen


Also this a a weird pivot but Cecile McLorin Salvant, a very innovative jazz singer, was at Stanford Bing last night:

and1: I wore my Warhol skull t-shirt the other day but worried that it was not appropriate to wear I was visiting.

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