Words on the street

0FCD02CC-1D3D-44A8-BD88-1351E43BE7C6.jpeg I stopped Stephanie and Steve and their dog as they were leaving the Cobblery and ask them if they missed Go Mama Or were upset that the piece was removed from kitty corner to their CalibAvenue establishment.  She said that when she heard it was in doubt she went out and verified that it was wobbly and potential he dangerous especially since kids climb on it. Or we could go at the jetty Chicago lecture at Stanford a reputable arts Lamented the loss especially because in her opinion the doll with the face in the chest represented motherhood and birth The staff report from several months ago claims plausibly that the technical problem and not aesthetic reasons caused the removal. There was some discussion as to whether artist Martha hall could arrange for the piece to be bolstered rather than moved or destroyed but the city decided audio Samego’s

 

Further up the block near El Camino I verified that Susan Leibowitz Steinman piece talking bricks remains in tact even with the improvements to the sidewalk and narrowing of the street I like the one about Amy tan Vita blue and Willie Brown

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Turkish breakfast, two states

skillet state 1, 9:30

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(Expresso, two states, not shown. Next: menemen v shoshaka)

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Why Marcel Marceau is a bad political role model.

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Or, getting to “———-“.

What is obviously and painfully missing from Gen’s story is the context, The Downtown Cap, or THE DOWNTOWN CAP, Program L-8 on Page L-8 of the Comp Plan: Limit new non-residential development in the Downtown area to 350,000 square feet, or 10 percent above the amount of development existing or approved as of May, 1986. Reevaluate this limit when non-residential-development approvals reach 235,000 square feet of floor area. The point of this is that We The People thru our General Plan or Comp Plan promised ourselves to say “no” to the developers once they had 25 million plus square feet in the city, and this amount total downtown. There’s also an additional Policy L-8, under sub-heading Commercial Growth Limits, after Maintian and Strengthen City Character in Goals Policies Programs Local Land Use and Growth Management Goal L-1 (a Well-designed compact City, providing residents and visitors with attractive neighborhoods…) “maintain a limit of 3,257,900 square feet” for new development in the nine planning areas.
Yesterday’s meeting was supposed to be The New Residentialist majority saying “ding dong the witch is dead” and we are regulating, as we have been promising for years, and five months after being elected, the real estate cartel, not um, gee, staff will find a magical way to soften the blow of us saying we do not have the courage to say no, or enact a moratorium. See also: we are gutting the Comp Plan, in favor of the developers and not updating or revising or improving it. Last night was council capitulating to power and agreeing to not enforce the law of the land, literally.

If Council, or GS or Dr. Levy make it sound like progress, I see it as a sad defeat. Meanwhile I was somehow surfing the web during the meeting and found Ben Page of Northwestern article co-written by a Princeton professor about how America is now more of an oligarchy than Democracy. And I have to admit I missed whatever it was that cleared the room (Doria Summa, Jeff Levinsky, Emily Rentzel, Lydia Kou) because I was bored and frustrated and was chatting up KZSU analyst Vince Larkin and doing a Marcel Marceau by putting on a cap, pulling it down over my head, down to my hips, wriggling it to my feet and stepping out of it. Take a bow. Maybe I will reprise that during the next 3 Minute Drill.

History repeats itself, tragedy, face and now mime.

I wrote the above three years ago, March 25, 2015, on the Weekly comments board. Last nite new council voted 5-4 to extend the problem forever. Allison Levitsky of The Post makes it sound like Liz Kniss tricked Lydia Kuo into supporting her motion and breaking a tie 5-4. Dissent were Fine,

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Creamy lentil soup and signs of the Times

BLUF bottom line up front: Politics is like making sausage, in this case quite literally, and deliciously.

B2D10F2C-9D09-43E6-95E5-03A10CBCA73A.jpegI am very responsive to New York Times. I was pleased to see the photo today of Turkish Basketball star. Reminds me that I am 10 (intend) to print notice of meeting international soccer superstar at new café here 535 Brian Street they have great creamy lentil soup.

 

edit to add, 6 May 2018: I left the errors intact in publishing above partly because I had not thought through the possible outcomes of printing the actual story of this man, this cafe and this country. Someone sent me the link to the Times article, which came out 3 May. That is to say: Plastic Alto scooped the New York Times here by four days. Interestingly, I also have a clipping from a think-piece about that country’s politics per se, it’s elections, it’s leadership, circa 8 April, about a month ago. In that piece the writer uses the colloquial term “tut-tutting”. I wonder if the name of the cafe is therefore political, to indicate dissent.

I file this under “Platos Republic” which usually is code for U.S. public policy. I guess the decision to extradite or not is how this qualifies. I am rooting for a soccer academy with a diverse group of investors.

I checked “ethnicities” which usually means people who worship Torah, because someone heard that our hero defended an author of that heritage, from his country. Also, the leader of a dissent group from that region said that my people are not from our ancestral homeland but were from the soccer player’s country and converted to my faith in 8th century, and then went to The Pale. I dunno. Or as Steve Young’s son allegedly once said, in his third grade Spanish class: Me no know.

I checked “this blue marble” which usually means “geography” but here also means soccer ball.

I checked “words” because I will consult my Webster’s Ninth to see when “tut-tutted” entered the language (if it did by 1986, my cutoff point — everything more recent is bastardization).

 

Terry and I had a crepe and waited like Godot for the dress shop to open. We bought an apple buy from the best — not the soccer place.

I saw Messi score in El Classico thru the window, i.e. from the sidewalk of Leading Sports Bar. Warriors are up by 15 last I checked. Sharks circle later, looking for blood. (That’s a sports reference, you hockey puck!)

and and: I was at Stanford, near Mem Chu and Rodins when a group of a dozen runners with numbered bibs (but not “happy birthday, Bibi’s”, I was trying to recall the tune) and waving two or three flags jogged by. One said that May 9 is “Victory Day” when Russians or people from former Soviet Republics, possibly, celebrate the end of World War II. News to me. Not sure how that last bit fits in with the rest other than Palo Alto nowadays is pretty near to these two countries. It’s a big world, outside your door.

 

 

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‘Keys’ w. Keats

4BC4A7F2-1978-43EE-B4A0-855BBB2D2BA4.jpegAt minute 56 of “Passing Strange” at the musical crescendo and climax of “Keys” — this is a solo by Stew (Narrator) after Youth and cast sing “Amsterdam” — and this is the Spike Lee version concert movie meaning a text that immortalizes if you will the last Belasco Broadway — is that really “Great White Way” or is it “wide way” — gotta be “wide”, right? –  he closes his fist to signal the band to stop — Heidi, Spurney et al — and everything is all right, and as I was watching today, on Xfinity pay per view purchase, for $11.99 — and it does still have its effects and me, and I thought also of Aleta Hayes’ birthday last week — I thought “Peak Stew” meaning in some ways that’s as good as it gets — that note, that performance, that gig, that year — as noted by Spike and then me with my “freeze frame” and this Mac Book — and my iphone camera — you can see it says “0:56” at bottom. “Peak Stew” like “peak oil” meaning it could be all down hill from here. But I went upstairs and peeked at my book-cheat of all of the best uses of the English language and it turns out that “Ode to a Grecian Urn” was written 199 years ago meaning 2019 is 200th anniversary of that, so I’m suggesting that Stew, for his next act — and refuting my own point about “peaking” –could rework a “Passing Strange” dramatic arc about the early life of Keats. Black people passing for white people passing for black people passing for dead white guys or something. Like his Baldwin piece. (which Terry and I — and Aleta — a few tables over — she front and center — saw under Bing recently. (I also thought that night that Stew could re-do a “Passing Strange” type-joint as a “buddy film”. There was a “Terry” with him in Europe, was that it?

Ode to a Grecian Urn is the epitome of English language and metaphysical musings on time. So this is Keys the song and Keats the man. But timed to this 200-year thingy.

I’m jest sayin’

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Miracle header by Fellini to win MU ARS 2-1

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Sunset clause or best of plastic alto from six years three months ago

Ok, to sum it up, as Aleph approaches the Zeta landscape, there is making it, and making it up, there is truth and fiction, there is reality hunger, there is 23 and Me and 40 Acres and a Mule, there are Sunset Clauses and PTI, PS and PMS, and PNH, sadly; it’s not too late to have a happy childhood (at Tom Robbins insists, even to Hal Riney, to take credit for), there are self-made-men, test-tube babies, there’s Bibi, Henry Bibby, fathers and sons, of varying stripes and shades, we are a product of both our environment and mastering by both Dave Schultz AND Bill Inglot, we can be both master of our own domains and merely pulling someone or our own’s chain, but I like what my classmate Jessica Yu and her client or subject or victim Mark O’Brian – great name – said: and I’m paraphrasing, we are a combination of what a higher power and a new MacBook can do: we are co-creators of the universe, even if we are waiting Richard Nixon to send us home, and will I am holding my own. We are making it. Making it R Us. Sho nuff, ya dig?

and:

On Earth Day last Sunday, April 20 2 2018 at far out gallery Fog Taraval St., Sunset District San Francisco Terry Joe and I listened to Peter and Judy seeing Phil Ochs Parenthesis 25th anniversary of Earth wise productions at 4:20 PM

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Corned beef, laundry, Koopee

14FBC462-82E0-40A6-96E0-01E9AED77333A message from a Santa Fe gallery this a.m. has me thinking about Jacob Koopee and Marti Struever. The parallel forms of these three images stored on my handheld device barely merit a discrete post. No disrespect for Jabob. I didn’t know him but I’m pretty sure my parents had met him. The ominous faceless maiden pot is from a private collection circa 2011 and likely also from Marti’s special suite sale during market that year, and her catalog.

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I consider corned beef a sacred food

Coukd the message “F-20” be from anther world?

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I stand by this

 

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the logo of the cutlery company I noticed post publishing makes me return to the gallery and publish the signature on the bottom of Jakob’s pot:EADAF99B-C0D2-4149-8846-B4248D5B4C82.jpeg

It’s kokopeli reference  it says 2008  ten years goes fast  this is the sixteen hundred and first post as plastic alto and yes you are hearing bubbling after a still.

now I wonder about the rest of the message  sojus kroiji moas???

 

 

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Vida Blue w. Pumpsie Green bands

The news of Yawkey Way being renamed because of Tom Yawkey’s racism reminds me of the time I asked Pumpsie Green if he would let me use his name as namesake for a proposed rock/funk band that would feature Henry Butler on organ. Part of the inspiration was the Phish-side-project named for Vida Blue.

Here is a video of Pumpsie Green of El Cerrito:

And here is a live concert video from Chicago of the Vida Blue band:

 

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Go Mama w. Night of the Hunter

Go Mama is a recently deassessioned public art work by Marta Thoma.

In Night of the Hunter, Pearl carries a beloved rag doll.

Here Terry and I pose with Go Mama, on California and Ash, in December, 2017.

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Last night I watched most of “Night of The Hunter” at Stanford Theatre on University Avenue. Here is a screen capture, from YouTube, as Pearl and Billy try to escape Robert Mitchum as fake-preacher Harry Powell.

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