Helen Wills Moody art

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Helen Wills Moody went to Berkeley and was the model for a figure in a Diego Rivera mural in San Francisco

I am thinking about Helen Wills the tennis star, and her role in the arts, which is considerable.

Then my brain flashed to Kathy Jordan, Stanford’s greatest tennis player, who got 10,000 votes for PAUSD board here (including mine). I wonder if Jordan would sit for an artist — could help her image. She underplayed the tennis thing. My point is that many families think of “Stanford Women’s Tennis Player” as a paragon.

Did Menlo Park and Stanford psuedo-trad ink arist Drue Kataoka ever depict Kathy Jordan (or any tennis’s for that matter)?

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in this version of “reality” — it’s plastic alto, people, loosely influenced by “1Q84” — Drue Kataoka upstages Helen Wills Moody. See, Or C (nerd joke):

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or, if you have five minutes, which I haven’t, yet:

Here is Kathy Jordan but my depiction is more Rauschenberg than Sumi-e

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and: Drue has Venus but not likely Kathy Jordan (um..Venus played at Stanford, in Bank of the West?)

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andand: this is pretty weird pivot even by Plasty standards but I’m thinking of my Gunn Oracle team member (although we didn’t call it that) Jessica Yu who won an Academy Award and then said “you know you are at an interesting point in your career when your outfit and giant diamond lended earrings cost more than your film: you know you are at a point in your art career when you paint a tennis champion and your chop is larger than the tennis racket. Maybe just a giant DRUE KATAOKA ala Ed Ruscha and with a tiny tennis player comprising the “K”, k?

Weird segue but I took a photo 4DBE05F5-495C-4439-9C2E-D82A2E1B559F.jpegyesterday in the City of the backside of a building at Chestnut or near Chestnut and Columbus, “Coit Liquors” with beams holding the structure and in the bottom of my frame is a Vietnam War veteran using crutches: I thought the angles of the crutches recalled the beams; (and likewise the K looks like the Venus):

It’s near SFAI mind you

 

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I talked basketball with Stanford’s retired professor of Applied Physics, then found this video with Marty Beller singing about speed and velocity

Duffy and I were on our morning rounds when he spotted our neighbor who is retired professor, sitting in his favorite cafe. We joined him for a few minutes of gab, then he drove us home. I almost dropped my dog as I fumbled with seatbelt and door. I almost cussed. I exclaimed.

Later, I was watching a Liverpool tape and wondered whether the woman-voice rock song was by Palo Alto’s The Donnas. Sussing the snatch of lyric I found above.

Close enough, or weird enough, for Plastic Alto. Man City starts in 2 minutes

Marty Beller, and I’m jumping back and forth in time, I met ten years ago or more when he drummed for the band featuring my then clients Stew and Heidi. I do recall that his wife is the literary agent Jill Grinberg. I guess I could update with Prof name but he probably wants his privacy. He had some great anecdotes about Jim Harbaugh, who played football but not likely basketball with his older son.

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Twenty-four Weiss dispatches for Palo Alto Patch, circa 2011 (or pre-‘Plastic Alto’), and 2 other notes on our rights

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I said to someone apropos of my meeting Palo Alto Patch’s Aaron Selverston at the unveiling of the James Moore Bill Bliss bike monument at Baylands, that I subsequently filed a dozen articles there. It’s actually 24.

Also a fair amount of comments.

I think, meanwhile. or even more subsequently and as recently as last night, I’ve posted to the message board of Palo Alto Weekly (or “PAW”) roughly 500 times.

Plasty meanwhile is past 500,000 words and 2,000 posts. The posts here range from three words — i.e. a headline and photo — to 20,000 words, on Jazz History of Palo Alto (albeit the piece is self-similar, it repeats, like a music composition, as artifice or pretetnion).

Adn1: did I mention that Dave Price is a big fat idiot? (not the baseball pitcher, who is quite smart and fit, and I think a winner). Also, someone told me that there’s a good piece of satire by Al Franken that I should read– Jon Karl Fredrich, the former civics teacher and nearly a U.S. Congressmemer: he got 2,000 votes, which might have got him elected HNIC of Dominica.

andand: I might be confusing Laura Ingraham and Theresa Polenz, but people used to say that Laura went to a basement party at Dartmouth and got too drunk and people were mean or vulgar or potentially by today’s standards abusive. Actually, I recall  now that Polenz, two or three years behind and briefly overlapping her at The Dartmouth Review (right wing rag) danced with me her freshman year in one of those same fraternities. Dinesh D’Souza, who was known to many as Distort D’Newsa dated Laura or so people said and later was sentenced for a felony (not related to his treatment of Ingraham).

This is a weird segue but the recent Turkish government, i.e. one with a dictator, sent a news crew for government controlled media i.e. weaponized electronic media and surveillance technology to set up with a tripod on Bryant Street near our City Hall and collect data about former soccer hero Hakan Sukur who later decamped to L.A. or so it is said. Dictators are enemy of the people; free press is bulwark of Democracy.

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Also, I noticed last night Palo Alto police with lights flashing interacting with a street musician, coinkydinky at same Bryant Street near City Hall, on Uni actually. They claimed that a caller said the sax player was too loud or otherwise offensive. I stood by C_ and said that I knew a fair amout about street performers and First Amendment here and C_ was well within his rights. From what I’ve observed, and C- told me, he is the one being stalked and harassed, by some woman who may or may not work upstairs in 300 block of University, and if the police are involved at all they have a bias of pro-business and pro-landlord and are very close to racial profiling. I’m just saying. “Just_ ” as in “justifiably”. Me, not our public safety sworn representatives.

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Chevel IS country

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Here’s looking at you, kid

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Looking up the skirts

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Nikki Glaser is funny looking: Nikki Glaser is not in Kansas anymore. I’m here all week. No, I’m here for another hour (2hr parking). Try the fish ( meanwhile, I’m at Mario’s Bohemian Cigar Store having eggplants.

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It’s a thing: de Young museum ‘Native Artists Of Western North America’

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Basket thingy with feather thingies Made by hand a while ago and at the museum for another 27 days, who knew?

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I noticed A Hopi pot by Dextra and a Santa Clara or San I Black pot in the Americas wing Black pot in the Americus wing But didn’t realize it was part of a specific show

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Remembering Moritz y Felipe

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Eduador, Stanford (Estanfor/is down for) dartmouth

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blue booby?

cf Juana Alicia codex

edit to add, January 16, ie a month later: check back to see something quasi-intelligent that shows that I actually read the brief memoir about this guy who visits Ecuador; I digressed to a revelry about a fellow I knew years ago, from Ecuador, and “pep” and “bats” et cetera.

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Moritz Thomsen (friend of Page Stegner,who died in 2018 early, at 80)

Thomsen was born in 1915 into a wealthy American family in Seattle. His namesake was after his grandfather a powerful Washington businessman. Charlie, his father was President of Centennial Mills (Krusteaz Brand) and a multi-millionaire at the turn of the 20th century. As detailed in his memoirs, his relationship with his father was extremely strained, with Thomsen describing the man as “tyrannical.”

During World War II, Thomsen served as a B-17 Flying Fortress bombardier in the Eighth Air Force At age 44 he was working as a farmer in California when he decided to join the Peace Corps. In 1964, at 48 years old, Thomsen came to Ecuador as one of the first volunteers of the Peace Corps . Upon arrival, and after many wanderings, he was assigned on condition of agricultural expert to the small fishing town of Green River, north of the province of Esmeraldas . Thomsen lived for four years in that village, and a total of 35 years in Ecuador. After serving as a volunteer for four years, he remained in Ecuador. He died in 1991 of cholera.

Writings

During his time in Ecuador, Thomsen wrote and published four books of memories and impressions, most of them on Ecuador and experience with poverty.

Living Poor: a Peace Corps Chronicle

The first of these books, Living Poor: a Peace Corps Chronicle originally appeared as a series of vignettes in the San Francisco Chronicle, in its Sunday edition. By 1968, these texts were collected, edited and appeared in the form of a printed book by University of Washington Press. From then until the present, the book has remained in print continuously, with editions in the US, UK, Germany and more recently France. In the US alone the book has sold over a hundred thousand copies. It was officially published in 1969 and is ranked as one of the best Peace Corps memoirs ever written.[4]

Other works

Thomsen published a second book about his experience in Ecuador’s agriculture in 1978: The Farm on the River of Emeralds and then, in 1989 and 1990 his two recent texts: The Saddest Pleasure: a Journey on Two Rivers , about his experiences in Ecuador and in a series of trips to Brazil. It won a 1991 Governor’s Writers Award (now the Washington State Book Awards). In his introduction to The Best Travel Writing, 2005, author Tom Miller writes that The Saddest Pleasure: A Journey on Two Rivers “embodies some of the very finest elements of travel literature: constant doubt, a meddlesome nature, and a disregard for nationalism.”

My Two Wars looks at both his “tempestuous” relationship with his father and his experiences as a bombardier.

A fifth Thomsen book, Bad News From the Black Coast, is still unpublished.

The San Francisco-based literary journal Zyzzyva published “The Bombardier’s Handbook” in Winter 2013. A selection of entries from Thomsen’s World War II diaries, “The Bombardier’s Handbook” was selected as a Notable Essay in Best American Essays 2014.According to the introduction by Pat Joseph, Thomsen did not have his journals when he wrote his combat memoir, “My Two Wars.”

 

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Memoir from the bygone five minutes

I went to the basement of a building built in 1988, the west lobby, Littlefield, to register for a Stanford extension course. I was pleased I have chosen to come here in person ; The course is limited to 21.

I was happy as I rode the elevator back to the surface parentheses it’s weird they call it a garden print to see’s; but it’s such a beautiful morning I’ll forgive them

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‘Coach: how one footballer shaped 5 Billion Cellphones’ by Mark Bennett Weiss, with help from The Leon Levy Center

E8906CC6-4E03-48A7-86EC-9143ED71E05AIn addition to advising Steve Jobs and other high tech CEOs, former Columbia University Center and Linebacker and Coach William Campbell ‘61 also funded The Old Pro in Palo Alto where thousands of beers also fueled thousands more ideas: Facebook had a mixer there just this week, Friday, December 1, 2018.

I met Bill summer, 1983, his first week in Silicon Valley, when he bought a maroon Chevy Celebrity, from my dads lot, Key Chevrolet, 2 miles from Apple.

The last time I spoke to him was at The Old Pro; I suggested a prize in honor of coach Ben Parks.

I did not know him well enough to attend his wake but stood on the sidewalk outside the event, on Ramona Street and traded “good luck” with Al Gore, The would be President, as he slipped out after his eulogy.

It would be interesting to get 100 takes on the Bill Campbell story and legend.

I told a version of this yesterday to Mark and Will, two Northwestern /GSBs, there to watch Big Ten title game. We noted a similarity between Campbell and Pat Fitzgerald, the Wildcat living legend and coach. Their crew were camped under the Jim “Soupy” Campbell shrine.

edit to add, the next day: if not Bill Campbell, how about a book about Paul J. Cohen?

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Lower East Side part II

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