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

pep

bats

consular

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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Whatever the deal is with Jered Threatin band the guy in the video is not the guy who put up the money or thought of this, I would bet my farm with 25 years in the biz on that

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I misheard Strutz Levett as ‘Stressful Death’, no reason to denny

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Bad Maum-37 jammer

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Threetwentytwo university has a private meeting lockouts and rentals only Korean restaurant called Maum But I only heard about it 16 months later thanks to San Francisco magazine the one with London breed on the coverA087E1FF-138A-4C4D-9253-9A0068F83669.pngYes that is mc hammer. Speaking of which one, I hope to see you not Hammer bit Laurel and Hardy today. Too, I don’t have little hammer but I have hammer hammer. image.jpgEdit to add: That is a pretty freaking soft opening tucked between the slider bar and the Arroyo Thai Bisco

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Pat Fitzgerald is the Bill Campbell of Northwestern

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Labor tells Liccardo to get jobs not hand-job from Google, for large land tract

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Dude, it’s a billion dollar deal, not $200m.

Get those “,”s plural, yo.

Their market cap is $761b and you have 100,000 precariot.

Or, they can build in Corvallis, right.

Are they adding jobs or displacing renters and tapping your infrastructure?

note: there’s a bit of cognitive dissonance in using FB to make your point, considering the way they throw their weight around around here, in mid peninsula menalto. Maybe get a Beverly Hillbillies deal, like 1 percent of equity.

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