Race track turns monkey house

Chimps or chumps?

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Their slogan is “The best decisions start here” so I’m sure they know what they are doing. My simple reaction is “good riddance” but my reaction is more nuanced than that.

Palo Alto, its physical site and geography, its culture, it’s leadership — elected, appointed and paid — is in many ways merely a subsidiary of 3000 Sand Hill Road (which is likewise NOT Menlo Park).

Survey Monkey, despite the fact that it is in industry parlance a feature more than a product or company — compare it to Apple or HP — is basically a “play”, a set of manuevers, a money grab, a sting. Sophisticated, despite its childish name and iconography. SurveyMonkey_Logo

101 Lytton was built with the realtionship with its tenant baked in; it got variances, used the PC zoning, as GS states. Likewise, at ARB they argued for variances to our laws regarding signage. They wanted bigger signs, better lit, more of them, for the stupid green chimp or whatnot. As I argued at those meetings, the signs do not, as one would normally assume provide way-finding to people for instance getting off a train and looking for a street address, but they point to Wall Street and the money-grubbers, their partners in crime. 101 Lytton is merely a giant billboard, despite the fact that people work there, 9 to 5 or whatnot and clearly desite the fact the many others 50,000 live nearby.

This is all calculated, by people who’ve done this many other times, to eventually and soon enough cash out of the $1.3 Billion valuation.

So office space in Palo Alto is ephemeral, despite being built of brick and mortar. And I don’t fret for the developer, the Smith family — odds are they are getting a slice of the IPO or exit, sort of the way David Choe got millions for a mural at the original Facebook, above Jing Jing.

As Bob Marley says: you can fool some people some time, but you cannot fool all of the people all of the time: just at least the last three City Councils and numerous boards and commissions, unless they are in on the game in which case “fool” is not the word.

Twelve-twenty one p.m. on a Friday and I will take a stroll down to the gelato place and snap a recent photo of the building in question, and update, lwatcdr.

and: I put this on someone else’s coverage of such:

I would not call Palo Alto’s measure a “stict” limit as you do. If you follow the link and read the footnote on page 2 of that document, the staff report, our Comp Plan had a cap in place that would have triggered a moratorium on further office space. Instead of enforcing such, we are re-writing the Comp Plan and having annual metered extensions to the already overbuilt downtown.

andand:
Lost in the Fog by a mile.

andandand:
Mark my words, Bennett Porter and her ilk will take the money and run ($1.3 Billlion valuation) long before they ever move to Bay Meadows. And they play us (or our so-called leadership: elected council, appointed boards paid staff) for chumps at every step.

The building and it’s copious signage only exist long enough to signal the money people that the exit will happen as envisioned.

Our town is just a staging area for someone else’s drama. It’s not even an office park, it’s a lab for the VCs.

4) or so:
My blog covers “Plastic Alto” comprises more than 1,000 posts ranging from “butt rap” (a type of music, apparently) to live coverage of policy meetings.
I wrote and tried to link to a post on another blog that you did.
See:
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I also ran for Palo Alto City council three times (8,000 or so cumulative votes, but needed about 9,000 at one time), and was a candidate or at least an applicant for board or commission here five times (two votes, all time, needed five at once — if you see a pattern here).

My concern about that blog, echoing your comment, is that I worry that the pro-growth short term developers could merely pretend to be transit-oriented and environmental (and Democratic, as compared to neo-Totalitarian or whatnot) as a type of greenwashing. Look at Michael Kasperzak, of Mountain View running for Assembly for lobbies for a 10 percent cap of rent increases and takes gifts from 30 different developers — and also pledges to stay within the $500,000 voluntary spending cap — that’s a lot of money!!).

Anyhow, thought I’d say “hey”. And I will give it a read.

5) and as I prattle on here I am thinking not of monkeys on a race track but the line about an infinity of monkeys pounding on computers:
I’m sort of continuing from a previous comment, loosely comparing my blog to your blog and a third blog on which we both commented. And I’m curious what the gist of a recent state university planning degree confers upon its students compared to someone like me from a previous generation (I’m 51, a product of the 1980s more or less), with a very different tack, I think.

And in Palo Alto policy there is a rough schism along both ideological and generational lines: Palo Alto Forward I call pro-development, they call themselves transit-oriented or what not but they are generally very recent voters or workers by my take and maybe naive (whereas I may be a moldy fig).

I think it’s great if this blog is so site-specific for that particular station, where CalTrain meets BART, and it’s neighborhood. But the reason it exists at all is that Millbrae is where? And there were or are no NIMBYs?

This might be a non-sequitar but you say you live in SF: Terry and I were in the City last week, first time in a while, at the Opera, a matinee. What struck me is how much growth there is — I lived in the City in the late 1980s, for four years. Specifically, from up Van Ness — we went thru a drive thru, in a car, to get a milkshake, if that doesn’t completely discredit me. But it was notable how dwarfed City Hall is now that several huge buildings seem to have sprouted around it, mostly to the South.

And then you see Ed Lee on tv commercials spouting platitudes about fair housing but the ad, for Prop A is underwritten by Lennar.

I tend to knee-jerk: if a big builder says they are for it, I’m against it.

For me, capital is organized and powerful whereas people are diffused and fairly week. Consistent with Citizen’s United and McCutchen, a disturbing trend. In Palo Alto, in my opinion, at least since 2009 (though I’ve been in the community since 1974 on and off) developers more obviously of office space always get their way and average citizens mostly tune out or are ignored when they pipe up. And the building industry arguably is under-regulated.

Similarly, (?), other developers want to build ultra-dense housing. A bowling alley, tear it down and put in RM-15 homes; or Fry’s, likewise.

But will this really make housing affordable for recent graduates in urban planning? Or does it cater to high-end and the elite (founders of tech firms, VCs)?

And what about the working class? What about rent control? (Not even discussed. State law caps that).

Thanks for the food for thought. I hope these comments are not too esoteric or naive.


Do you work for public sector, an NGO the industry or what?

this bit was for Jim Walks Near Millbrae Stations on wordpress, my new BFF
I mean JF Walks and i hope he doesn’t think me a Mule or like Steve Poltz a Mewel (he was the male Jewel) for saying that JF Walks not JF Walks Blog is the name of his blog (JF Walks Blog blog?)

6) two hours later, still no gelatto but Jason Green of the not-Merc reports that Steve Elliiott of Stanford land states that part of the purpose of 500 El Camino in Menlo Park (former car dealership lots) is to retain or enhance 3000 Sand Hill.

7) ugh:
Meanwhile in a related story Stanford now says that part of its rationale for 145,000 square feet of office space at 500 El Camino, not far from 101 Lytton, is to retain or extend 3000 Sand Hill the famous cluster of elite finance workers.

If you are not part of the elite, or working directly for them, you go the way of the Ohlone, basically. posted to PAW

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Paul E. Weiss, October 6, 1924 – August 25, 2015

Some photo memories, previously published on “Plastic Alto”

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edit to add, October 6, 2015 (would be Paul’s 91st birthday):

Paul at a local restaurant, 2014

Paul at a local restaurant, 2014

Paul visiting with artist Andile fall, 2015

Paul visiting with artist Andile fall, 2015

Paul and Barbara, New Years, 2014

Paul and Barbara, New Years, 2014

Break the fast in downtown Los Altos with Mark, Terry, Rick and Nancy, 2014

Break the fast in downtown Los Altos with Mark, Terry, Rick and Nancy, 2014

Paul and Mark at “Old Hats” September, 2014

Paul and Mark selfie at the opera november 2014

Paul and Mark selfie at the opera november 2014

I remember going to a meeting at City Hall then coming back to catch up with Terry and Dad, having dinner at Osteria, unless it was the other way around and I ate a quick bite, went to meeting, left and found them still there. Our fourth wheel was Phyllis the dress seller, whose shop is two doors down.

I remember going to a meeting at City Hall then coming back to catch up with Terry and Dad, having dinner at Osteria, unless it was the other way around and I ate a quick bite, went to meeting, left and found them still there. Our fourth wheel was Phyllis the dress seller, whose shop is two doors down.

On our way to services

On our way to services

Exactly one year ago, Dad's 90th birthday, Lin escorts Dad and Michael our friend, waits in the ready. Some of us did shots.

Exactly one year ago, Dad’s 90th birthday, Lin escorts Dad and Michael our friend, waits in the ready. Some of us did shots.

Paul at Opera, or under it, 2014, November

Paul at Opera, or under it, 2014, November

This is one of my favorite photos, that was stored in my phone for about a year until just now: Dad was a regular at Stanford Theatre; he would pretty much catch every show, sometimes he’d see the same program twice. I would say he went there about 100 times in recent years, and I met him there or caught him there about 10 times (which parallels our experience going to Niners games together, I describe above):
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Cupertino, 1968

Cupertino, 1968

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49ers from Section 20, Box 5K Seats 1, 2

Thanks, Dad, for taking me to the games!!!!

Thanks, Dad, for taking me to the games!!!!


My father, Paul E. Weiss (1924-2015) and I sat together for the San Francisco 49ers games for roughly 30 years, near the 20 yard line. Our seats were first called Section 20, Box 5K, seats 1, 2 and then Lower Box 20, Row X, seats 19 and 20 I think. Our seats stayed the same, but the bars were removed and another row was added behind us.

The boxes had bars separated you from your neighbors. Our box had six seats. We two (1,2), 3 and 4 which were in different rows and usually had single men who didn’t seem to know each other although they were both black, “Ron” and “Bob” and then a nice couple Erwin Loretz and wife Sharlene I think it was, basically in front of us. Sometimes we’d sell each other spare or extra tickets. To my left, or closer to the end zone was a couple from Redwood City, the Van Trichts. Nancy was the wife and then widow; her daugther Jeannie would use the tickets for a while. Then people from her church would take them.

I definitely remember when Mr. Van Tricht died, how ashen Nancy looked. And Jeannie leaned over to me and said “My mom wants you to know that my Dad passed away, during the off season.”. I remember him being tough on Keith Fahnhorst, who jumped off sides. He would bellow, “Fahnhorst! You idiot!” Howard Van Tricht, a Sequoia High graduate. Nancy had a red Western hat covered in souvenir pins. A gamer babe, in recent (Giants) terminology.

There’s a new book all about that era by Dave Newhouse. The period directly before the DeBartolo years and Joe Montana was pretty frustrating, but as a 10 year old box it was always very exciting to be so close to the action. In truth, my dad was not a big football fan, but he knew I loved it, so he took me. We are talking 10 games per season, for 30 seasons, maybe closer to 200 than 300 if you back out the time I was away at college, or times I took a friend and not my dad.

We also went to two Super Bowls: in Palo Alto against the Dolphins (I flew back for that) and in Miami against the Bengals, we both flew down together.

I saw The Catch, in 1981, but I took my Oaxaca Exchange pal Nancy Rhoan not my Dad. Her parents used our tickets to see the Super Bowl in Detroit.

Above is a poloroid of my Dad from the late 1980s, in the parking lot, on the hill just west of the stadium, our preferred strategy. Below is the link to the Newhouse book, which I am likely to zip over to Books Inc at Town and Country this very morning to procure, and a video posted in 2007 from a fan with similar seats.

Notes: This is not by dad’s obituary, but may suss up as such. The actual obituary is pending.
2. Erwin Loretz was a season-ticket holder for 57 years, it says. I also remember he and a pal would compete on their picks each week, Erwin pulling out a little hand-written pick sheet and me looking over his shoulder, unnoticed. Later, Sharlene introduced me to her niece, because we were both in the arts. We were 34ers, to their 57ers. They were honored at halftime once, or won a prize.
3. I found an old obit of a former Dartmouth coach who actually wrote a football fight song, “As The Backs Go Tearing By”. Thomas J Keady.
4. The Van Trichts were parishioners at Our Lady of Mount Carmel, in Redwood City. There was a very large young fellow named “Joe”, who also worked at Palo Alto Hardware, who took those seats for a while and maybe knew them from that. The Oliffs from Los Altos and I think Beth Am, who also had a daughter my age, sat in our section or near us, much closer, for a while. Generally our experience was self-contained, just Dad and I, and not that much socializing with our comrades, behind the high-five here and there.
5. Further research shows me that we were probably seats 5 and 6 in the box — making Erwin Loretz 1 and 2 — and we maybe were somehow 5 and 6 in the new row and aisle configuration. The Niners added a couple thousand seats during their heyday, the time when their were thousands on a waiting list and some people sold their rights. And kept the tickets until 2009 making me more like a 35er, and I do recall taking Terry their once or twice, the year we started dating. And I have to report that by 2009 Dad was not so interested anymore; I asked him once or twice if he wanted to go and he said no. He was already having mobility issues, which despite remissions culminated in him mostly needing a wheel chair to get around. He went from cane to walker to wheelchair to bed-ridden in varying hard to predict patterns. By then he was sort of over being a sports fan and turned to classic movies (like at Stanford Theatre) but also the Opera and ACT, and Theatreworks. Everyone once in a while he would surprise me by mentioning something current about the Niner, Giants or A’s. Actually we did have a scheme to go see a day game at the A’s for old time sakes, but his health back-slid a bit and that window closed. There is a comparison to the times I sat with him in the dark at Stanford Theatre in recent years, and our days going to the Niners. Don’t get me wrong: he would go to nearly every show at Stanford Theatre, sometimes twice, and I would occassiionally synch our schedules to meet him there, or sneak up on him there, or agree to meet him afterwards for a bite. (His caregivers would handle all the heavy lifting, and logistics). In fact, and this is way out of bounds for a football post but one of the first things I did deliberately as an act or homage or in my mourning was to go on a Saturday to the Stanford Theatre matinee and go watch about an hour of the movie –something with a starlet, and based on a classic source — War and Peace, that is — and go sit up close as he was apt to do. I did sort of stare into the darkness, and not the screen hoping to against-logic spot him, or see if any of the other regulars might want to know the news. I ate my popcorn, slurped my sugar-drink and left at intermission, then waited until the crowd cleared to pass the news to Patty, the manager. This part should be a separate entry. Even weirder segue, I saw two or three movies there recently with vintage baseball scenes, especially in the Kurasawa run.
6. I let the 49ers tickets lapse. Actually, in 2009, they lapsed, were re-assigned to be someone elses potential upgrade, then were offered back to me and I bit. But those last couple years I guess I became more like my dad and not that interested in football. I thought $2,000 per year was more than I could budget, for discretionary spending or yucks. And I did not feel that the IRS would let me consider them a business expense, although I did occasionally or a handful of times take music people like Eric Hanson and the singer and prospective client Candye Kane (and her son, a Cal Student). I rejoined my Gunn High fantasy league, in 2007, at our 25th reunion, but have less zeal for football, I admit. But it is one of the things my mind goes to, when I am processing the sudden loss of my dad.
7. Dad and I stood together on the Beth Am Bema in January, 1977, my Bar Mitzvah but he made a little speech in which he compared me to the Oakland Raiders, I guess for their “commitment to excellence”. I think I was a little embarrassed. I heard the tape again in 2005 or so and was still a little embarrassed or remembered such. For a while we did go to Raiders and Niners games, but our allegiances were shifting west. Despite the fact that the Raiders were Jewish-owned — Al Davis –I am guessing that more Jews identified with the 49ers image than that of the more rough-hewn — dirty, expedient, blacker — Raiders. The Niners also had Harris Barton, who I still sometimes stalk, and Jon Frank.
8. Terry and I went into the City last weekend, to use Paul’s tickets to the SF Opera, “Sweeney Todd” by Sondheim, and as we passed Candlestick Point I was driving but was also staring into the void created by the demolition of the Park and wondered if there is some analogy or comparison to the contemporaneous loss of my dad, or the void it creates. I guess, in both cases, eventually, oportunity.

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‘Pixilated’ w. ‘pixelated’

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18 studies of Aoki potentially useful towards turning him into a toy, an animalperhaps an anthropomorphic chipmunk a girl a tennis player, art, after Aoki

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Tom Zhang new Subway pitchman

sandwich chain to offer 2 for 1 deal on brain food such as tuna fish in honor of recent breakthrough regarding twin prime conjecture

sandwich chain to offer 2 for 1 deal on brain food such as tuna fish in honor of recent breakthrough regarding twin prime conjecture

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The prime tuples conjecture, sieve theory, and the work of Goldston-Pintz-Yildirim, Motohashi-Pintz, and Zhang

I am free blogging dairy cow Terry Tao WordPress article Zhang and builds on it roughly contemporaneous. in like fashion and especially due to polymath 8 the size of the so-called ruler was reduced from 70 million – 246?and just as there was a flurry of activity on the twin primes conjecture after Zhang the recent screening of a documentary film counting from infinity by George si si si se ry I mean csicseri whycarol I guess carol I s capitalize causes some progress in defiance of the first law idea nurse a I that is inertia progress with the film about call jake owen call paul p a u l jason jacob j as in chipotle jack o b call wade c o h e a n c o h p n call in c o h n call colin call colin call call paul colin towing colin siding coincidence bug hug oh my god steve and eric o n sons of the feels prize winner fieldshad started filming their dad talking about 1963 and the Continuum Hypothesis. I bought a cassette of the film and then viewing it as I write this digressing too around tap around pack pack like a chicken with his head cut off on my stupid handheld all those thanks to Sr for showing me the freaking dictation buttonI am sending Steve this film actually we could say that the work in progress is a joint issue by Steve Eric and Paul it’s tough to film Paul Cohen without him taking over no offense

Torito was profile last monthterry towel was profiled in the New York Times Magazine just last month here’link

Terry Tao

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I spent about 6 hours today from 10 a.m. till 2:30 p.m. on a Friday screening the Jean film and cross referencing with my stupid hand held having seen the film earlier this week at Cubberley and chatting up a couple interesting people about post film the Cohen family production for work in progress. here ar15 sources in the excellent film:

A film by George Csicsery, editing and service natural by Kyung Lee

A film by George Csicsery, editing and service natural by Kyung Lee

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Suppose one is given a $latex {k_0}&fg=000000$-tuple $latex {{mathcal H} = (h_1,ldots,h_{k_0})}&fg=000000$ of $latex {k_0}&fg=000000$ distinct integers for some $latex {k_0 geq 1}&fg=000000$, arranged in increasing order. When is it possible to find infinitely many translates $latex {n + {mathcal H} =(n+h_1,ldots,n+h_{k_0})}&fg=000000$ of $latex {{mathcal H}}&fg=000000$ which consists entirely of primes? The case $latex {k_0=1}&fg=000000$ is just Euclid’s theorem on the infinitude of primes, but the case $latex {k_0=2}&fg=000000$ is already open in general, with the $latex {{mathcal H} = (0,2)}&fg=000000$ case being the notorious twin prime conjecture.

On the other hand, there are some tuples $latex {{mathcal H}}&fg=000000$ for which one can easily answer the above question in the negative. For instance, the only translate of $latex {(0,1)}&fg=000000$ that consists entirely of primes is $latex {(2,3)}&fg=000000$, basically because each translate of $latex {(0,1)}&fg=000000$ must contain an even number, and the only even prime is $latex {2}&fg=000000$. More generally…

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Cardinals sink Giants on Yadda Yadda Yadda (Molina homer 100)

Molina celebrates winning blast

Molina celebrates winning blast

Juan Perez robs Stanford Cardinal now New Gas-houser Pirotty of dinger; Cardinals took rubber match of the series, there.

Juan Perez robs Stanford Cardinal now New Gas-houser Pirotty of dinger; Cardinals took rubber match of the series, there.

edit to add: somehow I am claiming also not just Seinfeld but Nabokov “Pale Fire” and previous unpublished research or sussing or Googling or search-injuning on “Red Sox Beat Yanks 5–4 On Chapman’s Homer” and Lawrence Ritter and “hoot mon” and CGR stockings. There’s a Ben Chapman, and a sad Ray Chapman. There’s also a Bill Bradley and his “Boo Gang” and a New Yorker poem that riffs or refs “Big Jeff Tersreau” from 1942, but I really tried to start with Zimbardo and tennis: to wit, what if Zimbardo is behind the Stanford’s interest in a 15-year-old prospective student who is only incidentally or by convenience a tennis prodigy? And perish the thought a connection, outside of Plastic Alto, between that project and the stolen arm of the angel, glossed below. Stanford Tennis Experiment.
Link to Perez.

Ok, edita, that’s three hours, here at Coupa Beisbol Cafe, from 10 to 1 on a Thursday, with just a few interruptions, but I didn’t really get to the thing I meant to write about, that I was pondering, and typing in my head, about this. EW, TAD, RM, KA, “Ricky”, a lady with a Sleepytime Gorilla tee…

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Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds


That’s not actually the USPS motto, but an inscription on a building in New York, sort of a monument. There’s supposedly a Carly Simon song based on it. And I think of James Taylor. But I am here trying to juxtapose it (and I riffed on it during an exchange with the MMW archivist, below) with the news that someone vandalized a statue on campus here, about the grieving angel i.e. the tribute to Leland Stanford, who died young.

Credit LA Cicero / Stanford News Service Angel of Grief at Stanford, from 1908 to six days ago, in honor of dead brother of Jane Lathrop Stanford

Credit LA Cicero / Stanford News Service
Angel of Grief at Stanford, from 1908 to six days ago, in honor of dead brother of Jane Lathrop Stanford

In Palo Alto, meanwhile, am I have been trying all morning to work this in somewhere, or trying to repress such, a building directly across from City Hall which once housed the mail service is soon to be the single-tenant home of Palantir, a defense contractor and privately held $20 B startup whose name references Lord of the Rings but to me is more Orwellian. And we have a beautiful post office building that the idiots in Washington want to sell off for scrap.

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The searchable fortress

This is Misa Uehara, the archetype for Carrie Fisher Princess Leia of Star Wars

This is Misa Uehara, the archetype for Carrie Fisher Princess Leia of Star Wars


I found your blog and this post because “The Hidden Fortress” plays tonite in Palo Alto, California, at the Stanford Theatre, a non-profit film museum
kurosawa still

kurosawa still

under-written and subsidized (tickets are $7, pop corn only $1) by the Packard Foundation, related to Hewelett-Packard, or more precisely (and excuse the run-on) the son of the founder, David Packard. I too am just learning of the Princess Yuki – Princess Leia connection. Oddly or uniquely, I am also mulling over how to tie this in with an article I am writing about ethnicity and gender and tennis.

The film series here featured two other Kurosawa films that I recognized nearly shot by shot from their influence on the more familiar (at least to me) Clint Eastwood “spaghetti westerns”.

Nothing new under the sun….

Also: I am curious about the photo on your masthead, of the toy wagon and figure. Does it depict a Hollywood scene? (I have a running riff on Southwest Arts versus faux versions, I sometimes call “Indians-Schmindians”). Your work recalls Chris Burden, David Levinthal.
(post to Tim Neath’s blog)

David Levinthal editorial

David Levinthal editorial

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