
And selfsimilarly, this is my first vine on WordPress after 10 years and 2,000 photos.
And 1:
randomly selected from 782 vines

And selfsimilarly, this is my first vine on WordPress after 10 years and 2,000 photos.
And 1:
randomly selected from 782 vines

seems like i’m fated to go, honey
Merge at 30 is a party for the record label located in Chapel Hill, North Carolina or Carrboro, July 24-27, 2019. That implies the label was founded in 1989. I first heard about Merge or attended a Superchunk event at Cat’s Cradle in 1991, October.
I actually, apropos of the doomed or dented football hero Darrell Page, started to “Swede in” a photo of Mary Frances Spatola also known as Mary Frances Sabo getting out of a car parked in a black neighborhood in Birmingham near Legion Field, On October 5, 1991. Could that me the name of a band: Mary Frances Getting Out of A Car Near Legion Field, October, 1991?
Back in the day I would zip down to Chapel Hill at the drop of a hat.
1 was for a fashion show by Mary Michele Little, the hat maker — actually in Raleigh.
2 was to have lunch with Albertin Montoya and Kyle Campbell, at Applebees, the soccer heroes of the U-17 national team, and NC State.

never did get the story behind this, I think it was a job that Mrs. McCaughan did before she met Ralph
3 was to record an album with Chris Cotton and Justin Markovitz at the Efland Ranch of Katherine Whalen and Jimbo Mathus, the week that Shorty run off or was kilt.
4 was the time that I took the train from Palo Alto California Ave to Raleigh, stopping in Chicago to get a goodnight’s rest, then flying home.
5 was for the wedding of Richard Durante and Brooke Baker.
On trip number 6, I also went up to Greensboro to have lunch with Rosemary Yardley and see the lunch counter than helped launch Civil Rights movement. I recall giving her a couple baseball cards from the 1950s, maybe the Bowman TV era, that were in plastic sheaths and I suggested she use them — all were Southerners — as coasters. 6 and 2 might equal 1, in Plastic Alto math.
I said this about 50 times here already but: Jim Yardley, who I knew from the year that Rosemary was a Knight Fellow at Stanford, called to say that his friend Jack McCook was leaving Superchunk and visiting SF, would I show him around? 1991. That fall I was on a southern tour, old friends, some football and yes Southern Belles (especially RA in AL) and I noticed a Superchunk flyer, and hat to go. Lane and the future Mrs. Wurster gave me a ride back to Rich and Brooke’s place, and in that ride – -after he got off work at Crooks Corner, we became friends. (although the last time I spoke to Lane I was in SF because my Dad was having back surgery and I was chatting him up by phone, walking near Union Square — near A/X — and a woman was assaulted by a crazy street person so I hung up abruptly on Lane.
Also I recall watching Carolina Courage sitting next to Mac of Merge.
Also Superchunk played my Earthwise at 5 event.
These 5 illustrations are Mergelike:

There is a very promising lecture by my Gunn classmate Matt Porteous regarding gene editing to cure sickle cell anemia with stem cells in which he quotes for inspiration ironically Kurt Vonnegut from Player Piano, 1952
Somehow reminds me of this photograph depicting an early scene from Ralph Ellison’s the invisible man. I’m taking Michael Krasny’s coursing literature thing at Stanford extension and happened to see the Jordan Peele movie “Us”as I was reading TS Eliot TWL and felt that one was an influence on the other especially regarding “the shadow.”
Matt quotes a thinker named John Rawls(1921-2002) not to be confused with John Galt. A Person with sickle cell anemia in the United States might live to his 40s while in the southern hemisphere he or she might die by age 5.

Or, where have you gone, Swede Oberlander?
The year that tiny Sacred Heart Prep of Atherton, California won the Central Coast Section football championship, I had three friends with boys on the Gunn of Palo Alto team, my alma mater. I attended every game, even on Yom Kippur — I went for the kickoff then hightailed it to High Holiday services. I wrote several article for this blog, Plastic Alto. I tried to contribute to the paper of record here, PAW but they only ran the slimmest amount of my piece. They may or may not have offered me $50 for my time. Gunn won once that year; they had 18 players, 8 of whom played every down. The very minute that I re-introduced myself to a classmate of mine, his boy ran a punt back for 6.
I recall being peeved that the Weekly did not cover the Titans as avidly. I posted on their site complaining about a Palo Alto paper covering a small private school, in the next town.
In retrospect, the Gators’ story was significant. Their top player Burr-Kirven earned a scholarship to Washington, and excelled in Pac-12 football, earning all-conference. (My classmate Chris Strausser, now of the Colts of the NFL, was one of his coaches and helped recruit him – I recall in a text he said something about hoping the kid, known for punching above his weight, would fill out — he did).

Guy Kasznik touchdown, Matt Maltz photograph
What I didn’t realize about Sacred Heart is that their secret sauce was Bill Campbell, the former Columbia Lions great (no, that’s not an oxymoron – his boys were league champions, as players, not later as a winless coach). Just as he did for Columbia, Campbell donated to build up the field and the program. (Just as he did for The Old Pro, at 541 Ramona). Campbell was a two-way player, linebacker and pulling guard, and later coached a trillion dollars worth of Silicon Valley market caps, according to my former neighbor and fellow Dartmouthian Alan Eagle in his recent book, the voice of Big Green football for WDCR.

Jerry Kramer, who was right guard for five NFL championship teams
When St. Francis of Mountain View won the state championship in 2017, I did not pay much attention — my interest in high school sports waxes and wanes. In some ways, the Lancers win can be shrugged off: don’t they win all the time? They’re a power-house. (I know they won State in basketball in 1979, with Pat Rogers and Mike Norman). When I think of St. Francis football I think of two who went on to Dartmouth: Sorenson, a linebacker a year behind me at Dartmouth, who had straight A’s and posed with the Playboy All America team — that was a thing; Also, Zack Walz, who later played for the St. Louis Cardinals (or Arizona?) and runs a tutoring program in Missouri. I may be mis-remembering that Zack’s dad had a store in downtown Los Altos and I would chit-chat with him; I think Charles Tharp carried the ball that year. Wayne Walz.

My fellow Aquarian Zack Walz who had 230 tackles thru his first three of four (!) varsity Ivy seasons
I’ve recently been reading up on the 2017 season, that I missed. A running back named Darrell Page scored 31 touchdowns and ran for 2,000 yards, to break Tharpe’s records, and or someone named Markee Lockett. He’s related to Lockett, and vowed, as a kid, to break the St. Francis record one day. On the internet, on Youtube, you can see some of Page’s runs, and his interviews on those high school sports focused shows. He seems presentable enough. He attended Palo Alto schools, on the Tinsley Program (that provides for equal opportunity, for kids who actually live in the under-served East Palo Alto and Ravenswood districts. Page is not big, is compactly built, is a nifty runner. Did you already guess that he is black.
Darrell Page did not repeat as a rushing champion for his senior year. He transferred to nearby Homestead of Sunnyvale, a relative doormat. It’s not obvious from the record whether he ever played. There’s a photo on MaxPreps, contributed by an amateur or semi-pro or parent, of Page wearing a white #1 jersey, but you cannot, or I did not, find any stats or honors. It’s possible he suited but was held out of the games, once he became eligible. Someone told me that he did play in an all-star game post-season, a showcase for recruiters, maybe underwritten by a St. Francis booster, but not the North-South game that my former neighbor Matt Currie of Saratoga played in, back in 1982.
It’s a curiosity, to say the least, the dissonance between Darrell Page’s championship junior year and the aftermath.
3. Run to Daylight is also the title of a memoir by Vince Lombardi the famous coach for the Packers legendary Super Bowl victors. Jerry Kramer, pictured above, blocked for him. ( A previous draft here included the phrase “check your head” which referenced the CTE epidemic associated with pro football).
later starred in Hill Street blues the TV show where as Bowden is a real estate investor in Houston. Lynn Stegner in my memoir class suggested I should explain why I keep referencing Dartmouth parentheses here I have three or four references already parentheses. One, it is a cross section or microcosm of America; Two, it is an idealized version of such; it was said perhaps apocryphally that one out of every five Dartmouth students was captain of his football team. I joked earlier in this blog about Murray Bowden potentially still willing to square off with Marinero: how long would it take him to hogtie or rope him like a steer and get him to say ‘uncle’ or sing the Dartmouth alma mater .
Shon Page Of Oakland
I remember talking to Chris Wanger of Dartmouth who went to Head Royce: I didn’t know Wanger well; I recall sitting with him one day in the dining hall, Thayer. He was a receiver. Freckles, nice guy; not big. I remember him telling me he met Shon Page of Oakland (and St. Mary’s Prep) at an East Bay All Star game — Shon Page was the star of the show. He said he was surprised that when he got to Dartmouth’s h there was Shon Page. Dartmouth has had six Bushnell Ivy MVPs, nowadays they go offensive and defense two awards. Jim Chasey shared the Award with Marinero; I think he’s from Los Gatos; Dartmouth has a QB from Los Gatos; the premier back in my day was Ernie E-Train Torrain; or Richie Weissman, the New York real estate broker and playboy(small p), half a goy, like Fiddler, I mean Fiedler. .
Alabama recenty had a Heisman back, Corey Henry I want to say, although there are also two Cory Henry’s in music.
8. I posted here earlier about how touching it was that when I wrote as a 10-year-old to a leading running back yet obscure player for the Philadelphia Eagles that he wrote a nice personal note on his publicity photo, Tom Sullivan:
edit to add, a few months later: Derrick Henry has 153 touchdowns in high school, 45 touchdowns in college, and 23 so far in the pros.
andand: at the first Stanford game I ever attended, the star running back was named John Winesboro. A couple years before Darren Nelson. I mean John Winesberry who was a hero of the Rose Bowl; he later changed his named to Shaheed Nuriddin, got a law degree, worked in government in Washington State but died of lung cancer at age 52.

Tank you very much

I saw tank and the bangas on jimmy Fallon and it was love at first later later later alligator bite
Don’t want to tangle with you, I’d rather tangle with him die die die I think I’m gonna smash my head












T.S. Eliot wrote in 1922 one of the most famous (and difficult) poems in the history of the English language, “The Waste Land”. I am trying to work myself thru the piece this week, for Michael Krasny’s Stanford Extension class.
Line 68 of the poem — which runs to 435 lines — ends in “stroke of nine”.
I read this in college, or it was assigned. I was an English major at Dartmouth. I was just thinking about. In my department, they would assign about 20 hours of reading per week, and between my social life, my duties at The Daily Dartmouth and just the limited bandwidth of my brain, I doubt I did five hours of reading per week. (Plus you have usually two other courses — a major was a core of 10 classes, you take 33 overall, in 11 3-unit quarters).
So the effect, at least for me was always being behind. I think now– not sure what I though then – -that it was like an intellectual boot camp, in the sense of we or I did what I felt I could with the material, you cram and bluff your way thru every class, doing just well enough in preparation that you don’t stand out with your lapses and gaps. So you do what you can — I remember thinking its like a roller coaster, with a 10-week cycle — and they grade you and I guess can turn you out in the sense of expulsion — not very often, a lot of gentleman C’s and grade creep — but otherwise you go strong until they give you your parchment.
So in some ways maybe I will appreciate “The Waste Land” more this week than I did in 1984 or whatever. I don’t recall reading it but I cannot imagine that you can be an English major at Dartmouth and not read “The Waste Land”. “Paradise Lost” was nearly a requirement — about 60 percent of the students took English 5 — if your SAT was between 550 and about 700. The book was part of Chris Miller’s pseudo-autobiography “Animal House”, Donald Sutherland is teaching the course — and maybe fucking his students — and takes a bit of an apple and writes “SATAN” but it looks like, “SAT” and “AN”. Which reminds me of a grafitto in the basement bathroom of AXA “I Drink Therefore I Am” which was addended to “I Drink Therefore I Am…Drunk”. Which reminds me that the people at Dick’s House the student infirmary — I guess I can say this 34 years alter — gave me a tricyclic and I am sort of allergic or at least sensitive to such — and this is a world scoop — although I hinted at it in Lynn Stegner’s class, which I took last quarter at Stanford Extension, as part of an experimental piece I presented which was 40 minutes of reading from a corresponce with seven of my freshman fall dormmates, Jamie Hunter, aka James Boyd Hunter or Arlington VA and now Ann Arbor made reference to a friend of the family or of one of his five (!) I think children – -not “Stroke 9” but “Sink 5” maybe — which is like my Dad’s old golf joke about the short game — in Yiddish — that someone had a diagnosis of “BP” or “MD” or something and I did not redirect and read this aloud in class but did not until now publish. Anyhow they gave me a pill and it made me act weird and in a quiz about Faulkner with Chauncey Loomis, a senior seminar even — I responded to the prompts with little cryptic statements and maybe some stick figures or diagrams — and Professor Loomis — who I met again a few years later when he gave an alumni seminar here but didn’t seem to remember this or let on in any way if it stuck with him — came by my apartment or stopped me in the hall to express his concern — I was hypomanic — and he said “You are strung like a bow!” — meaning uptight or short-triggered and I said “As Ulysses!?” which I thought proved I was “with it’ in a literary sense — but more to the example of “SATAN” and “SAT AN” in a gut course of Science – -I think you had to do maybe 4 science courses out of your 33, as a distributive requirement — plus in my case 4 in Social Sciences — which was easier for me — there was a Chemistry 1 course taught by a visiting professor Bruce Harp of McGill whose daughter was in our class and number 2 or 3 or 1 event — straight A’s or close to it — if not Valedictorian than Salutorian — in the course for instance he cooked a steak to demonstrated liquid versus solid or coagulation or something — then let someone chow down — but in this case he was talking first about superdozing the Vitamin C of that Nobel Laureate quack guy — Linus Pauling maybe — I said something absurd and obscene — first by raising my hand then approaching him for a follow up and he shut me down cold with a scold nearly — but more obviously he wrote, I guess quoting Paracelsus which I didn’t catch until Dan Fagin mentioned it in his Pulitzer Prize winning book recently about industrial pollution in New Jersey — whereas Harp or Harpp taught of “natural flavors” actually means “from a chemical plant in New Jersey”, the difference between “POISON” and “POTION” and I raised my hand in a lecture hall a popular lecture class of more than 100 students I said “What is “p’ “o” “o” “n”?’ — I was reading the two words as an acrostic — it left “IT IS” — and he replied “What is ‘poon’?” and I’m not sure if anybody laughed. I was trying to make someone laugh. (Poon is a type of wampum, especially at Squaw Valley with Chick Igawa the famous Nipplese Darmtoothian skinner. Which reminds me – and April really is the cruelest month — our dormmate Pat Rowen – who played football in high school and briefly at Dartmouth but did not block — and is now a federal prosecutor of some sort — he was the worst skiier of all of us – and I skiied with the rank beginners first downhill at the golf course — which was a Piston Bulley Nordic course of course — and then Dartmouth SkiWay which is pretty easy, he wanted to repeat “Papoose” which is the easiest trail — plus he pronounced it “Pap Pooth” which, again, I was speaking — and of course this is not madness or hypo-madness — tiny madness — but genius James Melville Cox, when teaching not Eliot but M he’d say famously — “People ask me if ‘Moby Dick’ is about sex – -and I say well, they are seeking SPERM WHALE and the book is named ‘DICK’ and….(dramatic pause) my name is (COCKS)..bwa haw haw haw” he was a Virginian, and he got his laugh.
So anyhow Luke Esterkyn is a former Penn English major and got a gold record with “Little Black Back Pack” — “don’t want to talk about it” and his band name, although few people even axed Stroke 9 was a reference to not line 69 but penisultimate — maybe that’s the joke! — “stroke of nine”.
A lotof the profs especially Cox would put an authors dates on the chalk board so:
James Cox (1925-2012) He was from Independence, Virginia which is about 330 miles southwest of DC or Arlington and about 100 miles from Greensboro, and past Roanoke. Country. There’s apparently a banjo player died 1970 named Wayne Ward or sumpin’, Cox likely knew.
Chauncey Loomis (1930-2009)
Cox would also make these diagrams were he tripped over or flashed to (very 1970s term, I never used, but heard from some of my Don Cherry sources) about words with interesting variances of meaning: “temper” (harden) VS “temper” (angry).
Cox has or had a son and law in SF who like me ran a quixotic campaign for public office i tried — reach out to which I tried but response not got.
hey, if I reformat this with a jagged little pill and obscure rock lyric reference would i be justifed to claim its influenced by TS Eliot VS jsut being bat Ingot? Ie poo poo.
I mean to stirpes in, me and my brother Luke, his photo, capture from his vid, my poster — which is a co-bill with Imperial Teen and since this is cruel month Mickey Mantle and who else was I thinking about who is really Okie type — I will man-splain: Micky Mantle hit 550 homeruns and therefore had a good “stroke”; he was a Yankee, Yankees were Imperialsts, so a two-show event with “Stroke 9” and “Imperial Teen” is a Mickey Mantle. Coin of the reap. So to spike.
Hurry up please it’s time. For my walk. Duffy the dog, he say. Hearsay, heresy.
(I was going to finely send to City Council member (hee hee he said MEMBER) Adrian Yo a graph or two of “The Waster Land” translated to the filter of my stupid celophane).
yesterday I was tripping on my fellow dartmouthian Dr. Seuss and quick henry the flit.






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“Whoa, whoa, oh, oh, oh” is a lyric or trope or sound made by 20-year-old Claremont, New Hampshire Christian syren Evelyn Cormier, who sang Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game” just now on ABC’s “American Idol’.
Meanwhile, for readers of “Plastic Alto” this is old hat, but “wha-hoo-wah” is something that old school Dartmouth people, probably mostly men, say to each other to mean “congrats” or “kudos” or “huzzah”. But contemporary Dartmouth people (for example, who sing “We of Dartmouth” not “Men of Dartmouth”) don’t say that; in fact, some people, especially Native Americans, think it is a slur. (As in, it is like saying “squaw”).
Jim Newton, a year ahead of me at Dartmouth and formerly my editor and publisher, who later interned for Scott Reston of The Times and was editorial page editor of the LA Times, once tried to diffuse or resolve or impact the “Indian Symbol” debate by selling bumper stickers that read “Wah-who-cares?” which I think was his way of suggesting a more signficant topic for discourse, for example (and this was circa 1985) South Africa or Cold War.
I think the singer is pretty amazing and worth listening to. I wish I had heard or her organically and not on a tv contest show. Her song is “Yard Sale Guitar”.
Yesterday I also heard from Hershel Yatovitz, the Jewish guitar player for Chris Isaak. The occasion was that after the San Francisco Half Marathon I staggered over to Cafe Trieste and said hello to folk band leader David Weiss, who has performed there at least since 1988 and maybe consecutively. I mediated a text exchange between H and David (no relation). Chris apparently is in Nashville, or was when the show was taped.
This also made me think of Paul Cormier who coached Dartmouth basketball and was a coach for Villanova when they won NCAAs.