Three photos I’ve published of my rabbi Akira Tana, plus one of my wife and muse, Terry Acebo Davis, and I (I’m sort of in the selfie with Akira, at Gunn@50, 2014)

Although Wim Wenders says we are in all the photos we take, not just the selfies:

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This was taken at Smith-Anderson Gallery, Palo Alto, circa 2013 — he also played Paula Kirkeby’s 80th birthday party at DeSaisset Santa Clara

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Bassist Seward McCain, trumpet Rebecca Coupe Franks and drummer Akira Tana, at Lucie Stern Center, during a presentation on history of jazz, circa 2015

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Tana and Weiss at the Gunn 50th Ceremony, fall 2014; I remember wearing a green linen shirt.

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The visual artist Terry Acebo Davis and concert promoter Mark Weiss at high end coffee house and coffee maker manufactuer outlet, Union Square, San Francisco, circa 2013; we met at Bruce Beasley studio in winter, 2009, Oakland –where she was born — and married in SF, fall, 2017.

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My friend Anna Fermin of Trigger Gospel and Chicago, with super-short hair

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from “The Midnight City” session, photo by Anthony Aicardi. How is Milo, your husband and your other son, my friend? I met Anna and her family, or 3/4s of them, while in Chicago in 2009 on tour with Dao Strom, who supported Anna’s show at that great little venue the former brewery; and all this because Dempsey and Corbett are in Miami, inside joke. 2012 cd, new to me.

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I am fantasizing about producing an session called “Pritzker Does Jagger” especially Let it Bleed and Sticky Fingers, moves like a stud kind of thing. Anybody?

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Ed Ruscha book, $55, on sale at CrownPoint Press in SF

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

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Stephanie Syjuco, 2016 w 19th century ethnography book plate I bought from Bell’s Books a couple years ago, if my wife didn’t toss it in the move, my wife who knows Stephanie Syjuco

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The Human Race Louis Figuier New York 1872

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Kraus – Ginsberg, 1978 Loisaida

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Broken Flowers, 2006

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AC90140A-3A56-4B30-9542-529143E78DB2.jpeg This is a coincidence but Nilaja Sun, appearing thru Dec 16 at Berkeley Rep, is from the Lower East Side.

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4CD3809D-06AE-4808-BB5B-7464D0DD097AFormer US attorney and Dartmouth baseball Brian Stretch not to be confused with Willie McCovey

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4E2DC064-1A92-47BF-AC4D-80992C09C67AI 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

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682115D7-4C49-4B84-933A-C84C99B1765C.jpegCole Valley mixologist:  Steve, Eric, and I had quite an adventure on a Saturday catalyzed by Dartmouth in town to play USF basketball

DB353B70-22C1-4209-A676-D0025AFD5F73.jpeg If you look closely you can see Steven Eric Detler both transfixed by their handheld devices: at DeYoung, at dusk

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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.

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Martin Kryska at Dartmouth ski team banquet, circa 1986

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:

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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:

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Altamont, Candlestick, Levi’s Santa Clara

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.

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Long bay w long bao

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.

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Springtime for H-tler and Bill Johnson

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hey i just subscribed 10/mo because I had posted something sensitvie about Nazis (or “natzi’s” which might mean “not Nazis”????)
at Stanford and then the computer logged me out for having read a whole 10 articles in one month!!
I was in Mrs. Jones journalism class at Gunn in 1980 when Tim Johsnon came to class looking for stringers (but Peninsula Ad-Visor of san Mateo was paying me more per article than Tim offered) so I’m saying you should be comping me not charging me — I think I’ve posted 1,000 times. Actually I just sent a note to Instititute for the Future on this point.
Anyhow, congrats on 38 years of success or whatever it is.
mark weiss
someday you or Laurene Jobs is going to purchase Plastic Alto, for BIG BIG money.
my comment: and yes I know people are losing their jobs over casual Holocaust jokes:
If Stanford started a “H-tler Studies” like in the book “White Noise” that would be a problem. When some kook wanders into an empty building and scratches a symbol that is pretty trivial and probably not worthy of the coverage.

I’m more concerned when the public sector becomes “bundled” with the interests of big business which to me is closer to what happens here when we let the high tech sector have the keys to the building so to speak at 250 Hamilton. “bundled” like the latin and italian word for “fashion” or “faggot” or, wait for it…”fascist”. Or when the elites and the working poor are so far apart that we start to look at them like, in the Orson Wells film about Austria, ants. 

Yavol?
and 1: this probably doesn’t go here but I mentioned previously today that I was at coupa and a lady sneezed and her name was Rukma (which is ‘m’, ‘a’, ‘r’, ‘k’ my name plus u) and I was asking her if she read Bharati Mukherjee the author and Berkeley professor who I had met via Bay Area Book Festival circa 1990 (with not Bill Johnson but Peter Wiley of Wiley and Sons) but then search injuns say she left the planet after 76 years. Sad. Namaste. And “yavol” above is the Germanic word for “capiche” nu?
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Ok, I admit I lied:
due to the outpouring, I ducked in to Tamarine and had some yummy crab wonton soup; I asked Anna my server whether the words “long bay” in the dish’s title is the same thing as Chinese dumplings called “long bao” and she said no its because of a long bay in Vietnam.
Save Ike’s for another day.
(the above was a comment under Elena K’s foodie retail column; i think i posted 6 times, two by accident, a repeat of 1; and I lied in that I actually had the curry coconut soup. but i did ask the server about what the lady next to me was having.
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McNellis v Weiss, 2018: Ward v Rock Against Racism, 1989

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(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)

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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”

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