
Im kinda obsessed by this guy and wrote somethign here about his recent SFMOA show a year or so ago

Im kinda obsessed by this guy and wrote somethign here about his recent SFMOA show a year or so ago


The Human Race Louis Figuier New York 1872
B/w
Broken Flowers, 2006
Palo Alto early light
This is a coincidence but Nilaja Sun, appearing thru Dec 16 at Berkeley Rep, is from the Lower East Side.
Kristine Guillaume, president or editor of Harvard Crimson
This isn’t all beautiful women I promise you
This says I have 12,251 photos, which is bonkers
Can you hear me knocking?
Former US attorney and Dartmouth baseball Brian Stretch not to be confused with Willie McCovey
French or Belgian guy at Varsity Theatre with weird stickers on his computer
I was curious about what looked to me a Nathan Oliveira rip off but they said it was by Cafe founder Borrone so I guess that’s OK , but in this context I like the sour expression of the woman in the Adidas hat
Appearing at Pace Gallery in Palo Alto
Cole Valley mixologist: Steve, Eric, and I had quite an adventure on a Saturday catalyzed by Dartmouth in town to play USF basketball
If you look closely you can see Steven Eric Detler both transfixed by their handheld devices: at DeYoung, at dusk
Our driver said he was a musician so we traded contact info. Later D- sent me this photo; usually they send links to Soundcloud.
editto add, the morning after: SOMETHING DEEPER THAN THESE CHANGES
I woke up this morning, kissed wife and mutt, and zipped down to coffee shop, computer tucked under arm, like Ben Franklin and his loaf of bread. Shortly before I was thinking of the 1st and 15th of these photos — of Michelle Kraus/Allen Ginsburg and the musician, teacher, driver DeJohn DeWitt of Sacramento — and the James Baldwin essay from 1946 published in this months The New Yorker AND my former client the genius Mark Stew Stewart pka Stew who, before he wrote “Passing Strange” the Broadway smash also put out a cd — with his partner Heidi Rodewald — a cd on a small label in LA called “Something Deeper Than These Changes” which I hadn’t realized until 15 years later is a James Baldwin reference and quote. From the first five words of the fifth paragraph of that essay. And I stopped right there. Or it stopped me. Or as Emily said: because I could not stop for death, death kindly stopped for me. I think. James, or Jimmy as Stew says in passing, in PS, says that the young women he thinks of as peers will change by adding body weight and girth and will resemble their mothers. While his boyfriends will start to think about not moving up in the world farther than their fathers. Wow. Thank you, Michelle. Thank you, DeJohn. Thank you, Stew and Heidi. Thank you Jimmy, Allen and Elizabeth Bishop. Shabbat shalom. Make me one with everything.
I wrote about Martin Kryska(1964-1992) and posted an eerie screen capture from someone’s youtube about a cross country race in Colorado 30 years ago. Martin was one of 14 Palo Altans in my Dartmouth class, 1986 (two from Gunn, seven from Paly, three from Casti, two from Menlo). A lady who knew him in Colorado commented on my board that she knew and liked him. (I don’t get many comments here; I have a modest readership: 500 visitors this month). Martin was a skilled woodworker and artist besides being a national-class skier; I knew him slightly, in the way I knew about 800 of my 1,050 classmates from College and 350 of my 404 classmates from Gunn. So that comment from Maureen, as I took a peek at my stats and comment archive, sent me to see what else the internet now has about this great guy, left too soon:

Martin, seated and a woman I can almost place — I may send this to classmates to get her name. Rauner digital Dartmouth. Bonus points if we know who shot this.
and: there’s also a book of Martin’s woodworks in the stacks at Stanford but you need a credential to access it.
and and: this is a weird footnote, but according to the internet, which is fallible it looks like Paul Kryska, Martin Kryska’s half-brother married his high school sweetheart, Anna Doss and maybe they live in Bay Area or Peninsula. Before I knew Martin, while I was at Gunn, I went on one date, a double-date, to see Ferrante and Teicher at Flint Cupertino with Martin’s half-brother and his future wife’s sister, who was half-Japanese. Here is F&T, who are both now in Heaven, playing the Cuban “Malaguena” well before those times:
One, I bought Joel Selvin’s book about “Altamont:…dark days” about 1969 Rolling Stone concert but have yet to read even one page of it. I buy a lot of books. Like a squirrel going nuts. Now I have reason to read it!
Two, in 1982 I borrowed my parent’s van and drove ten other Gunn kids to the Rolling Stones concert at Candlestick. I think we cut class to buy tickets, because we thought those old geezers from the 1960s would die before they came back thru here (they were in their late 30s, we were in our teens). I found the ticket stub recently, and will edita. I also put the tongue logo on my Gunn Olympian box. Not that I was that big a fan, but I had access, via the student newspaper, the Oracle, to a PMT machine. I was showing off tech-wise.
Three, although posting on the internet probably alerts the mail pirates to converge on my secret bat cave location, but TMW and I are going to the Rolling Stones at Levi’s Santa Clara football stadium, next May which is like five months away. (which triggered a lyric Ican’t quite pull)
Also, I have my Kent Lockhart Melinda Fitzgerald riff or yarn about she comes in colors. Stay tuna’d.
I hope to produce meanwhile, were there money enough and time, a rock show for Earthwise or at least some good folk.
And yeah I was geeking on — with my handheld — some 1969, 1971 Rolling Stones including something with a Billy Preston organ part. And here I can mention not too gratuitously that I did business in small fish music world with Amy Leavell of Atlanta daughter of Chuck Leavell of Rolling Stones and Allman Brothers.
And Joe Pags former house manager of Fillmore told me that there is a secret entrance to Fillmore thur a Korean restaurant on street of same name and the Stones once rehearsed there as a lockout and I think I stood on that corner just to sniff the same air.
And I bought Susan Warren of City of Palo Alto concerts division thru same Joe Pags good tickets to RS in Oakland or something circa 1997 or something from promoters hold, but then the show got postponed many many months. (I think she eventually went).
The Stones are 70, 78,76 and 72 or what?
Also, I have to admit that although I was driver for 10 kids in 1982 I got a little wasted on vodka and orange juice and took a nap during part of the show and got up to a rocker and hopped around on one foot (years later, and this is a weird segue, Malcolm Papa Mali Welbourne of Austin and New Orleans and Shreveport said of my dancing that I am of two Freds: Flinstone and Wesley.
I hope by May, 2019 there are still ya-ya’s to get out or in.
And I will read my Selvin. I spoke to his ex-wife not long ago, Keta Bill, researching the music history of 456 University, The Varsity, she played there with Zasu Pitts Band. Selvin I once booked as a speaker to the Young Adults Division — YAD — of Jewish Community Federation of SF and he got a big laugh by calling Grateful Dead “a white blues band”.
and1: Freddy Mercury move rocks my socks off and of course my Adidas white samba’s I wish. I saw that show “Bohemian Rhapsody” then known as “Night at the Opera” tour at Winterland with Andrew Zenoff, Victor Zenoff, John Chowning and George Jenkins. Vic Zenoff plays tennis with Freddy Mercury, barefootin’.
Andand: and not just because I met Robby Beyers their archivist and he of 180,000 photos, I am going to try to suss and hear the three or four Stones songs as covered by LSJUMB: Satisfaction, Bitch et al.
BLUF: Ha Long Bay is a World Heritage Site cultural and geographic feature in Vietnam but the closest I’m likely to get there is the soup from Tamarine at 546 University in Palo Alto.
BLUf2: but i’d lump Dumpling Time and Ramen Nagi in the same boat, so to speak, in that there relatively young, and hip and cheaper than Tamarine which is elegant and older.
There’s a great dumplings place on or below Portreo Hil called Dumpling Time. One of the categories is Xiolongbao, which I recalled as “long bao”. I think my hip proto-Asian nephew said that hipsters call it “XLB”.
Today at Tamarine on University I splurged on some yummy soup for lunch. It was a curry soup with coconut and quails eggs, and noodles. But the lady next to me ordered what might be worth coming back for — and what caught my eye — other than being an Emersonian all -seing eyeball — is that she snapped a photo of her soup. And then, as I later posted to Elena K’s PAW column, I asked my server — Anna? — whether that soup not taken was called “long bay” as a transliteration or cognate of the Chinese dumplings, which I called “long bao”. She said she was Vietnamese (like her boss, Tanya Huynh Hartley) and said, “no, it’s just ‘Long Bay’ like Long Bay in Vietnam, a long bay”.
I could edita with a photo.
I could eat another bowl. Tomorrow.
But If I haven’t told you this personally or mentioned it below in Plasty, the best bowl in town is Ramen Nagi in 500 block of Bryant near City Hall: for $15 you get the pork ramen with literally 300,000 variations, or 4 main categories. Kudos to Steve Young the manager — but not the lefty Mormon footballer turned VC or lawyer. Different Steve Young.
There’s also now an Ike’s on Lytton at Kipling, Lytton of the great unwashed, Kipling as in the Jungle Book. (Lytton was also of the “dark and stormy night” although so far Ike’s is only open until 3, ie day hours.
and and: speaking of Emersonian eyeball, I am writing about Laurene Powell Jobs media empire, located here in Palo Alto above the Keen store — in what was once poet laureate Al Young’s studio, “the Nevada Building” in that she according to Kara Swisher in the New York Times bought Atlantic Magazine and then hired Gunn grad George Packer (“the unwinding”) away from New Yorker mag presumably to edit such. And — if you are reading this Laurene — you can make Plastic Alto your next purchase. At such a price.
I also flashed to Jeff Morgan the Cubberley grad and brother of my classmate Mary Morgan Finnegan — a doctor, Paly grad — who runs a global NGO protecting World Heritage Sites — I presume he’s been to Ha Long Bay and likely Dumpling Time as well. Unless its a different Jeff Morgan — there’s also Morgan Family Foundation which did or does have Palo Alto offices. To me, “applied materials” means using spoon, chopsticks, fork, straw — by any means necessary — when there is soup in need of slurp. I am applying material on my bowl, as tools. Try the fish.


(I was standing in the entry of Hotel President apartments and John McNellis walked by, with a colleague, at I stopped him for a selfie, reprising our stunt from 2014 when we bumped at Peets ie a few doors up and he thought posing with me would sink my ship as a Residentialist running for public office here. I like McNellis even though I thought he was wrong arguing on behalf of then-tenants TCV (Rick Kimball of the Dartmouth Kimballs) and maybe West Elm that music at Lytton Plaza was so loud we had to throw out the Bill of Rights to stop Dave Hydie the blues zealot, son of former police chief TK Hydie — narrow tailoring would mean the existing law was fine but it was incumbent upon the tenants and landlords to phone in the complaint on a decibel basis — I actually was just discussing this Tuesday night with Caleb Weinstein of Palo Alto, a Columbia grad and candidate for Parks and Rec board — I THINK SHOULD BE SEATED — in that Mr. Weinstein, an excutive with 21st Century Fox Media and formerly with MTV once worked on music in the parks at Central Park in New York City (check: “New Yorks” in Plasty tags) and I said the precedent case on first amendment and noise music is a hip hop concert there back in the day. I learned to my chagrin that McNellis’ partner, I forget his name, is apparently still miffed about the music at Lytton Plaza thing. Meanwhile it does beg the question of where is Rick Kimball and TCV Technology Crossover Ventures if not here?)
Weinstein in his 10 minutes of fame Tuesday in what for 7 not 8 or 9 electeds, me and newly Alison (one L) Cormack, was a five hour Democratic oh Calcutta orgy of ideas good and not so good semi flaccid also said excuse the segue he licensed $1 million worth of hot dog
b/w male torso Thoits tenant joe the juicer meaning anabolic steroids 500 Uni beans packaging so to speak (you can decode this your self: I like the ginger apple carrot thingy)

edit to add: Ward v. Rock Against Racism, 1989 kennedy court
outro: what else, “I got a color tv, so I can see…McNellis talk TDRs”

Sf jazz June 2018 my first time

Edit to add: I met a lady named Rukma who sneezed saving dear readers from what like from saturns Head was to spill out next.
And I : Apropos of the commissioner candidate and her muralist friend here is Sando Burke at the SF Jazz
Give me liberty or give me duct tape
Elaine Uang, millennial growth zealot, suggests, in response to question about Ross Road bike lane boondoggle, that according to a guru with a blog “plungers and tape” work surprisingly well. I taped 3 minutes of this thread — tape in the sense of digital documentation, visual with audio, and I presume contrariwise Ms Uang meant sticky, plasticky or vinyl stuff – and will update with more detail when schedule permits.
There are 13 candidates for 2 PATC seats.
Heaven help us all, as Stevie Wonder, and Claire Daly say. Claire Daly, reeds-person non pareil, who played 2003 in my concert series at Alma and Hamilton. Which was an arts gallery now office space. HHUA, re Uang and her ilk.
edita minutes later:

And1:
who ordered cold Italian pizza? This guy:
andand: the rest of the story(12/3/18:
I attended five hours of commission and board candidate vetting by 7 members of council. (Scharff was absent; Tanaka was tardy).
My scorecard for PATC was Kraus, Eisenberg (and Ezran as third); council tonite picked real estate attorney Giselle P and Democratic functionary and former software exec Cari Templeton. At least I got the gender part correct!
Makes me wonder if the two former mayors (Beecham and Mossar) were there as stalking horses.
Cari has an interesting personal statement, on the Dem Caucus website:
As a proud, progressive, I am passionate about equal rights for women, LGBTQ people, and people of color, and I believe we need to restore the middle class through a $15 minimum wage, free college, “Medicare for all,” and further key reforms. I am a thoughtful leader, an experienced negotiator, and a strong communicator, who wants to make a positive difference in the Progressive Caucus. I have the skills, time, and commitment to lead as the Communications Officer of the Progressive Caucus. Furthermore, I have the passion to develop emerging and upcoming leaders within the caucus through mentorship and identifying opportunities for others to showcase their skills. Together we can grow the participation and impact of California’s Progressive Caucus!
(Sounds more like a candidate for HRC)
Good luck to all the new commishs.
I thought ARB and PRC should have added more new blood. Don’t get me wrong, we have a plethora of talent wanting to get involved, regardless of their possbile agendas. (my harshest comments, above, previous, were for the reconstituted former mayors: move on)
(posted to PAW — let’s see if they leave it up)
andandand: i don’t know why Elaine Uang’s weird soliloquay reminded me of Rolling Stones but I did use my still-new-to-me handheld to geek out on early Stones and then buy tickets for Terry TMW and I to see them live in Santa Clara next spring. I have no idea if Palo Alto Forward or “(Deep Palo Alto)” coordinated what looks to me like pro-growth packing of the boards. I rooted for Michelle Kraus and Rebecca Eisenberg, as I said on PAW.
I was pleased to see councilmember-elect Alison Cormack sitting thru the marathon vetting session last week. In fact, she seemed to catch the entirety, whereas I ducked out twice, including a jaunt over to Parks and Rec to sound regarding the Rinconada Pool kerflufle. Alison, our 1-in-10,000 change at the White House. And skeptical as I am, Ms. Templeton may be a comer.