(Weird) preview of Echo Brown one-person show at Stage Werx Mission SF

the dartmouth club is block rushing this house

the dartmouth club is block rushing this house

in the spirit of Samsom Occum the original Dartmouth Indian or Big Green in that, according to Michael Dorris, the Mohegan or Mohican was forced to dress “in drag” in that he was already civilized enough to wear Abercrombie or the Abercrombie of the day, 1769, but Rev. Eleazar Wheelock was smart enough to know he can mack in mo money dressing in a loin cloth or a toga or what not. Then there’s John Belushi. Then maybe MidDay Kaling and Whitey Withers playing, there’s a theme here, Matt and Ben. Then Mz. Echo, playing both sides against the middle, if that’s not too dirty for a middle-aged old boy to cop to. Yo, go, by younger green so sister/brother/thing!!!

Just ask the song.

edit to add:
This show “Black Virgins are Not For Hipsters” debuted in SF last year — despite my misleading headline, I found via an old Daily Cal article — but is playing this week in Oakland as well. Personal to EB: I would co-produce this, as Earthwise Productions, any time if we could find, excuse the expression, a black box.

From B-Side Barn to Spike Lee Joint in a few short steps, ask me how!

From B-Side Barn to Spike Lee Joint in a few short steps, ask me how!

and1:
ok, I was right or at least not wrong, just confused the first time: there is a StageWerx show, a reprise of last year’s debut. Here is how the Dartmouth newsletter has it and note that is bills her after Lawrence Lessig, Nicholas Kristof, Armisted Maupin, the Anderson Collection and a children’s author of some note, and also in my defense it is also true that same newsletter send me and just me plus a random former linebacker for Holy Cross to watch Harvard-Brown together at the Patio, his name exude the run on was Mahan I think a great guy great stories about the old days and the famous epidemic:
Date: Sunday, January 11th
Time: 7:00pm – 9:00pm
Place: Stage Werx Theatre
446 Valencia, San Francisco
Cost: $12 for Everyone

Echo is about to lose her virginity to a good looking white hipster that she met on Craigslist. This will happen in ten minutes. That gives Echo just enough time to do exactly what you shouldn’t do the first time you are about to get laid: contemplate America’s racial problems. Echo is black. So she’s used to pondering race. But she doesn’t want to ponder race IN THIS MOMENT. Right now, all she wants to do is convince herself that she is beautiful, despite a lifetime of conditioning to the contrary. To make herself believe in her own beauty, Echo will pray to all of the gods, call her best friend over 20 times, and talk to her cat about the meaning of life.

Following the show (around 9pm), we’ll gather at Elixir (at 16th & Guerrero) to catch up. The first few rounds of drinks and appetizers will be sponsored by the Class of 2006.

Does not say if it is public event or you have to be 30 years old and pay club dues. Which is why I may have to produce this event myself, down here in 650.

It’s also true that somewhere else I was not sure I joked whether Echo Brown is principally thinking to Echo Brown’s self as “male” or “female” but Echo Brown plays both types that was my joke, in the spirit of Parks and Top Dog Underdog writer. And the one now on tv, plays the lady in hospital with early onset dementia. Lori. Anna Deveare Smith or Lori Jean Parks. When I saw Top Dog Underdog on Broadway it starred Mos Def before or after he sang with my bud Charlie Hunter and I sat next to Stefon Harris the vibes player and I took a random West Indian Woman I had met the night before. I should keep writing about that! Former British colony, natch. Terry meanwhile claims to have been neighbors in Venice Beach in a Abbot Kinney not Sleater Kinney of both Dan Mountain and Lori Parks.

edit to add, Sunday: i am trying hard to finish my weekend off in time to get to Frisco to peep this out and possibly re–dez-vus with the (young) Dartmouth crowd. And I went back to do a rarity, edit a post on Plastic Alto, specifically getting clear Anna Deveare Smith and Lori Suzan Parks. (apropos of Echo Brown: Terry my Terry the visual artist Terry Acebo Davis just chided me an hour ago about our visit to the artist Joe Zirker, and I asked Joe about Richard Anuskiewicz, and Terry said “Don’t ask an artist about another artist, unless he’s dead” — Richard’s daughter Stephanie Anuskiewicz was a Dartmouth classmate; Richard once painted a game ball in abstract colorful stripes, and it was on display at Alumni Gym and probably kicking around Hanover somewhere, tho I digress — so maybe talking about and linking to ADS and SLP is taboo but it is also a compliment. To Echo Brown. And further, perusing her site for just a minute tells me that I overplayed the gender-bender thing: she plays male characters but nobody confuses her with a dude, I don’t think. Will update later. I am the one confused here, obviously and per usual. And, yeah, I have been mistaken for a woman once or twice. You haven’t?

So here is link to Anna Deveare Smith:

Will update about Stanford connection, or if I saw her here.

Suzan-Lori Parks meanwhile is about my age, i.e. younger than Anna, although they are both of a generation pre-dating Echo Brown and won the Pulitzer for her play “Topdog/Underdog” in 2002. Both are MacFound geniuses. Not sure if anybody else confuses them.

Did I also mention Venus Opal Reese? She was in Dallas last I checked. I met Venus at a Blacks in Performing Arts Conference, had her open for Henry Butler at Cubberley, read a script of hers, had her “hair” monologue in my series at Art 21 Gallery and then lost contact. Venus reminds me of Aleta Hayes in that they are both blacks in the arts at Stanford but not sure if anyone else thinks Aleta Hayes when they think Echo Brown.

Link to Suzan-Lori Parks.

TDBHAA (this doesn’t belong here at all) but I wrote to Sharon Washington Dartmouth ’81 and it turns out that Dartmouth undergrad aspiring writer Kamala Thompson (’15) also wrote to Sharon, good get. Sharon shared some thoughts on “Selma” and director Ava duVarney, her esteem for the director and admiration of the project. Meanwhile, editing myself I am toting three books to gloss their references to Selma: Truman Capote book of essays — he had a domestic servant from Alabama named Selma; Kingdom and the Power about the New York Times has a few graphs about Selma and their coverage; Keeping Faith, Jimmy Carter, which I won for my work for the Daily Dartmouth in 1982, has tangential references like Andrew Young and Governor Wallace but no Selma per se. More to come.

Echo Brown is from Cleveland. I wonder if she knows personally Tracy Chapman.

What this most reminds me of is Mindy Kaling and Whithers or Withers at PS-?? — and their producing partner Jason Hsio I think it was or is, i.e. Off Broadway, “Matt and Ben” forget I how got hipped to it, def not or mos def not via the alumni club. Or was it? I also tried to book a reunion of former The Dartmouth staff, 1983-1989 at the Studio Museum of Harlem but was told people would not go uptown like that, in 1998 or so, and instead Jack Steinberg of The Times got us a room that they used a lot, speaking of kingdom and power. Jacques, I mean. Oui monsieur.

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transparency

We The People our leadership in renovated City Hall Tues Jan 6, 2015 approximately 11 am

We The People our leadership in renovated City Hall Tues Jan 6, 2015 approximately 11 am

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The Examiner: Haimovitz and O’Riley to tour with historically-informed Beethoven performances

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Price lauds c.b.a. and labor in farewell address

Go, Gail

Go, Gail

Thank you, Gail, for your service and role model.

Good luck mayor-elect Karen Holman.
Good luck, vice mayor-elect, mayor to be, we hope, Greg Schmid. Politics make strange bedfellows.

I gave brief speech for Nancy Shepherd about how I voted for in 2009 because she raised a daughter to be a PAUSD teacher and then again in 2014 because she earned it, and her heart is her greatest asset and we hope or I hope she will continue to let it guide her in some sort of public service and leadership and maybe I can be a resource to her. I also admitted publicly or proclaimed that I voted for the other two incumbents, including Greg Scharff

and1:
Tried to add this to GS’s account, 3 times but there seems to be a snafu:
Let’s note that the so called Residentialist slate voted for Burt, whose track record, especially in support of 27 University Arrillaga Towers, is considerably more pro-developer than Schmid. Politics makes strange bedfellows, so to speak.

Thank you, Nancy Shepherd and Gail Price for your leadership and public service and modeling.

Good luck, Karen Holman.

And meanwhile I texted a council member saying “There’s still the bully thing” referencing Pat Burt.

And apparently Pat Burt started a row around the cheese table – I had ducked out — saying “Brie?! Brie?! Where’s the fucking Tillamook, you commies!?”

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Happy new years and back to work, on the ‘stinkers’

I posted this on the Weekly site and will check back every few hours to see how long until they censor me.

I suggest rather than censoring me outright, they substitute a euphemism “stinkers” for my word of choice, “asshole”.

This is making my blood boil enough to re-boot and check out Council after all, instead of my previous plan of surfing the web and then watching NBA basketball.

America is dead as a Democracy unless people take part. Read Packer, the Unwinding. Which also reminds: I missed Rachel Kushner in SF apparently, “The Flamethrower”. I am not an “agitator” I am a “flame-thrower” I think, have not finished her book.

This is a ludicrous exercise in that Jerry Underdal and I are the only ones here, out of 30, willing to post under our own names and that PAW consistently manipulates public opinion further by deleting comments partly based on their pro-developer bias, but:

If We the People stand firm and communicate that we are not upzoning to accommodate the greed of the developer here, he will take his fair profit and go.

That leadership has not brokered that deal months ago is a sign of how compromised we are, even with the so-called Residentialist push-back.

That an outcome of the recent election cycle did not include a precipitation along those lines proves how morally bankrupt we have become, or bereft at least. In fact, on the contrary, Molly Stump sought, contrary to law, to gag we candidates here.

And we have spent $2 M plus to gut the Comp Plan in favor of further development, at the expense of resident control, rather that even discussing a more obvious topic: RENT CONTROL.

How many middle class families will be forced out here? How many more…?

And how many anonymous asshole right wingers will continue to sully the waters here with their self-serving and self-harming hate? They can move on, too.

And don’t edit me; these assholes have heard worse. The Puritans (hypocrites) can skim over this with one eye closed.

(As usual I back up my comments on my own blog)

The industry is a billion dollar entity and actually pay for millions per year in propaganda and that probably includes trolls posing as mere assholes.

If you want to edit me, go ahead and revise my work, substituting the euphemism “stinkers”
Report Objectionable C

and1:
And by the way, I am not an “anti-goverment'” “agitator” — you come as close to slander as Sullivan dictates –but a “flame-thrower” see also:

wow 520 reviews here, plus I gave away 10 copies at cost during my campaign:

the link shows that my comments are intact a full 12 minutes later, and this got my blood boiling enough to go to council after all.

three hours later:
I reposted this addendum:
it’s a serious question:

And how many anonymous (stinker) right wingers will continue to sully the waters here with their self-serving and self-harming hate? They can move on, too.

And don’t edit me; these (stinkers) have heard worse. The Puritans (hypocrites) can skim over this with one eye closed.

The industry is a billion dollar entity and actually pay for millions per year in propaganda and that probably includes trolls posing as mere (stinkers).

If you want to edit me, go ahead and revise my work, substituting the euphemism “stinkers”

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Sleater-Kinney back in black

we are unworthy

we are unworthy

Jon Pareles in Sunday The New York Times on Sleater-Kinney reunion: yeah!!!

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Gunn grad victim of ‘graffiti hate crime’ hoax, not the perp

“Yell ‘FIRE’ yo, eo yo yo”, Michael Franti, 2006*

Sean Berry, an 18-year-old recent graduate of Gunn High School in Palo Alto, California, a stones throw – but be careful — from Stanford University, will be sentenced January 26 by Santa Clara courts for felony vandalism, dating to his actions in May, 2014 when he spewed his spleen and a couple cans of spray paint on the walls of his campus.

THANK GOD LOBOS IS GONE.

That one was reported by the student newspaper, The Gunn Oracle. (Note: I was editor in chief of the same publication, in 1981-1982, and co-editor in chief, along with Andres Fajardo, in 1980-1981). Lobos, I am guessing refers to former Gunn principal Katya Villalobos who was indeed reassigned to the district office. “God” I am only guessing is referring to the principal of the Torah and The Bible, also known as Yiaway, G-d, Jehovah or You, and, when I studied “Paradise Lost” by James Milton, with Chauncey Loomis at Dartmouth — and as was depicted by Donald Sutherland in “Animal House” he or she was omniniscent, omni-benevolent and all-powerful. “Thank God Lobos is gone” is, in my books, a prayer and protected by the First Amendment, thank you Jesus. And Moses. And Isaiah. And Wayne Gretsky.

And Warren Burger. Or was that Earl Warren. I will know it when I see it.

Second part:

TOO MANNY ASIANS HERE

or
2 MANNY ASIANS HERE.

or possibly

Armani as is wear?

My point is that despite the general scuttlebutt of this case it is super hush-hush and on the down low wink wink what it is that who I first wrote about as John Doe  and sometimes  but we now now as Sean Berry ’14 but not Sean Berry the singer nor Sean Barry #22 ’13 or Wade Barry tight end — I think — there is a serious amount of rumor and mystery here.

I met with Chief of Police Dennis Burns on this and a not-necessarily related matter on December 1, 2014 and he told me, to the best of his knowledge that there is no current or recent Gunn student being charged with a graffiti hate crime. I was told that my whistle-blower cover-up theory was wrong and there was no connection between what Berry (who I only knew of as “Doe”) wrote other rumors making the rounds. I

Yet, Breena Kerr or Brenna Kerr of the Daily Post (but not the Palo Alto Daily news, priceless) reports, and this is the headline

TEEN GOES TO JAIL FOR RACIST GRAFFITI.

No, Brenna, he is to be sentenced on January 26 and is likely to have to take a class, not at Gunn, and maybe taking notes with pencil and paper not spray can and shingles, on sensitivity or discrimination or and spend his weekends stabbing Snickers wrappers with a long pole and a nail and again, pointedly not an aerosol, or stickers or stencils but I firmly believe, hours into this, that he is more Eminem will the real Slim Shady please stand up please stand up than Daniel Burros or David Duke.”Bias prevention training” is the term used in Elena Kadvany’s report.

He pleaded guilty to a felony based on the dollar amount of damage he is accepting responsibility for, not because of his message per se. And I am not condoning hate speech, I hate hate, and think of all my fellows as near enough my brothers and sisters, but I also respect the Constitution and believe that just as we have the Nazis marching in Skokie we have a kid on his worst day letting it fly and that’s better than some agency or entity that may or may not reflect We The People stopping him or me, or you, good readers.

But I may have to retract, even here at Plastic Alto, the blog with 500,000 words, 1,100 posts but no readers and eat humble pie and crow if indeed once we see what it is that Sean Berry is trying to say. (edit to add: three years later: I’ve redacted some parts of above that are not defensible even as a blog)

My point is that there is the facts of the case, and I believe the various reports, compared side by side, reading between the lines that there was vandalism and the cost to remedy is more than $400 (four hundred dollars) making this a felony and not a misdemeanor and not a “senior prank” and probably not funny — unless God, besides being omniscient, omnipotent and “all good” also has an inscrutable sense of humor — one one hand and a hoax — based on the words “hocus pocus” and there is also, if you excuse another digression a very good book by Kunt Vonnegut on a not unrelated set of topics — “the Gunn graffiti hate crime” on the other.

The hoax is the combined bumblings of the following groups of people:
– the school administrators, and teachers, and students and parents
-the public safety workers, the police, the resource cop, the spokesman and Chief
-the press, The Weekly, The Daily News, The Post;

I will have to do a bit more reading and talking and learning and maybe go to the sentencing before I comment on the Courts per se. But kudos to the Attorney General of the U.S and Director of Homeland Security for not making this a Fedoeral case (that’s one where everyone wears Fedoras or wigs).

But as I read about this my first gut reaction seems true: the law is a mess.

And I really should not speculate how this fits into my interest in Equal Justice Initiative, Bryan Stevenson, his book and the fact that Gideon v. Wainright is not being enforced. I would like to talk to Sean Berry, his parent or parents or guardians, and his attorney before I speculate on whether he is of the class that gets or doesn’t get Equal Protection under the Constitution.

Meanwhile I do have calls out to various attorney’s, pundits and artists on WTF.

And I wish I could, as the song playing right now is suggesting shake it off, shake shake shake.

but to be more clear: I think the adults should know better. I am more concerned with the mis-carriage of justice and policy here than the graffiti.

I think teachers and board and Supe from PAUSD should write requesting leniency.

And America has a serious crisis, not just in Palo Alto, about the decline of The Fourth Estate.

edit to add: I posted nearly 8 months afterwards under Jason Green’s depiction of this case, and also briefly exchanged privately with him, expressing my concern:
Can we be clearer on the distinction between felony vandalism based on dollar amount to remedy and whether the message is protected or not by First Amendment? I am suggesting that even that headline is misleading.
Palo Alto: Juvenile cited for racist graffiti at high school. Would he be subject to the same laws and penalty if he wrote HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME and 12 other lines from the classic T.S. Eliot “The Waste Land”? Is he a racist or is he indeed mocking racists?

*take us out, brother Michael:
They tellin’ you to worry about the future
They tellin’ you to never worry about the torture
They tellin’ you that you’ll never see the horror
Spend it all today and we will bill you tomorrow
Three piece suits and bank accounts in Bahamas
Wall street crime will never send you to the slammer
Tell all the children in the arms of their mummas
The F-15 is a homocide bomber

The war is obscene. Saying shit fuck ass or what not is just words peoples. In my book you fire the teacher that made the kids leave their desks to pre-judge this and the kid, Sean Berry sues us for squashing his rights to Free Speech and Due Process. Mea culpa. I’ll cop to that.

and1: I am also thinking that John Paye the football hero told me the other day he recalls going to Stanford Stadium as a kid to toss the ball around with Turk Shoenert and he sees Brian DiBiaso, Kent Lockhart and Jim Harbaugh all great athletes being paid to stencil numbers unto or into the wood benches there, for money. Stanford pays them. I guess as they say about comedy, timing is everything. Jah bless.

and: yes I did interview Kurt Vonnegut or Edmund Burns and I did in spring 1983 although apparently he was drunk and depressed and suicidal at the time and maybe part of “Hocus Pocus” came out of that experience as a Montgomery Fellow the way parts of Tom Wolfe “I Am Charlotte Simmons” is based on Stanford.

and and: four teenage boys, after the St Francis San Ramon game, talk about the gods must be crazy, fighting over what we used to call “shotgun” said “Don’t be a (predicate nominative often also the religion of Jesus Christ, and my ancestors) and then “Don’t be a f—-‘ J–” as I stood 20 feet away and tried to glare, from beside my car, thru the dark, then I got into the car and glared further, and waited, then pulled out and paused, then drove 50 feet pulled over and waited, and I have no idea whether they were getting high, or talking about me and plotting an escape or talking about what classmate of theirs looked best in stretch pants. Yet, they are not using our tax dollars to enforce their idiocy, are not teachers or cops, or the media.

 

 

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Yes, Peggy, there is a Jerry Garcia thread to the Palo Alto jazz story

Peggy McKee, a history teacher and board member of PAHA, asked me, while advancing our Jan. 25, 2015 event, whether there would be any Jerry Garcia discussions during the event, a discussion of jazz here. I said no, that Jerry was more like jam band, hippie music or “the Sixties.”

I later recalled there are at least two ways that Garcia, of the Grateful Dead, a Titan of music, would also be included in a jazz talk. One, as I did gloss in my opus, Jack Walrath once played a Jerry Garcia Day tribute. Two, and this I don’t think has ever been written about, at least not in Plastic Alto, someone told me recently that they caught Jerry sitting in with Vince Guaraldi here, or hereabouts. It may have been Bill Murphy, who I met recently – he is a guitarist — in a duo with Esther Berndt sax at CoHo. The guy who wrote about Guaraldi (“Linus and Lucy”) might know, or be able to confirm this.

Here is the brief excerpt from my longer piece about Jack and Jerry:
Jack Walrath, the former Mingus sideman, also played in the space, doing a trumpet tribute to Jerry Garcia, riffing on “Touch of Gray”, the week Palo Alto’s Mayor issued a proclamation for the dead Dead leader and onetime local music teacher.

I also took a photo of Bern Beecham, or the clip, on file at PAHA will strip in later. And I have a photo of Bill Murphy. (and there is a redundancy in my numbering, of the Garcia Tribute as a meme, I list it twice. I hope she does promote the event as more like a workshop and crowd-source than definitive. It is lyrical, as David Shields would say.).

from PAHA files, but I was the source

from PAHA files, but I was the source

Bill Murphy Palo Alto jazz griot

Bill Murphy Palo Alto jazz griot

Bill Murphy, guitar; Esther Berndt, alto sax

Bill Murphy, guitar; Esther Berndt, alto sax

Research and pr re Jerry Garcia in Palo Alto led to this clip -- I told this to Brad Kava, this list -- and later to the longer research on jazz piece

Research and pr re Jerry Garcia in Palo Alto led to this clip — I told this to Brad Kava, this list — and later to the longer research on jazz piece

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War on Drugs on Conan

conanondrugs
I taped the other night The War on Drugs on Conan, actually from October, 2014.
They play “Burning” track 8, from their latest release. It is six minutes on the album but closer to four here.
waronconan

2.
I interviewed two young people both about the issue of using ethnic stereotypes and sports mascots and whether an 18 year old should go to jail for graffiti, if the message of the graffiti could merit (demerit?) a more severe punishment. Too tough a set of topics for our group, on a sunny New Yearish Saturday, and shabbat. I thought her shirt was from Palm Springs or Indian Wells, rather than Salinas.

palma

3. South Park had a show too complicated to explain referencing the Washington football team, and their losing trademark protection of their mascot or logo.
southparkspoofonwashingotn
4. This doesn’t go here at all but I also chatted up Jacquetta Lannan of Chez Franc who told me to line up around noon on Monday, Jan. 12 to eat her wiener. Twelve bucks, compared to $10 out of the back of her truck, but it includes a side show I mean dish. And to tie this all together (!?) I said that I misidentified her husband Eliot Smukler (“schmook” as in not “cook” but “kook”) because I had seen an obituary about The Claw, Ed Sprinkle, the football great.

5. coincidentall or not I found a photo of a Sean Berry wearing a Utah Utes sweatshirt:

This might be the young former Gunn student to be sentenced this month to up to 60 days in jail, for offensive graffiti speaking of the war on drugs and dissent

This might be the young former Gunn student to be sentenced this month to up to 60 days in jail, for offensive graffiti speaking of the war on drugs and dissent

6. and it’s generally a bad things when a post digresses to a list of numbered items — Herb/’caine never did dot — but Don Cherry not a flavor not a Canadian hockey player or crooner was both black and Choctaw but even with this snappy sweater they spelled Sanders “Pharaoh”not “Pharoah” A.B. Spellman, I think, and this calls him “Little Rock” but I don’t have the guts to ask him about it.
cherrylp

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Talking of Kiri te Kanawa

a nice Kiwi lady took this shot of me pretending to work on this article: the tell is the lack of my peepers

a nice Kiwi lady took this shot of me pretending to work on this article: the tell is the lack of my peepers

1. I went into Starbucks not Peets because Terry’s brother Gary gave me a gift card of $10 for Channukah. There was $2 left on it, the coffee was $1.80 and I asked the young clerk if I could donate the balance as a tip.
2. The January, New Year’s light shone reflectively (so to speak, Janus) on the rainbow mural, that I knew to me the work of Joey Piziali, so I shot a photo, thru the glass, which is a better vantage point than from the narrow alley. I waited for a passer-by, to mark the time.
3. I asked a lady sitting behind me, nicely, to shoot me, as what professor of Dartmouth Art History and father of a U.S. Ski team Felix McGrath might call “reportage”.
4. The lady, a nice lady — and I have left the original caption — was from New Zealand.
5. Her accent was nice enough, among her other charms, that a man sitting behind her — J_____, joined us, and asked if she was familiar with Kiri Te Kanawa.
6. Somewhere in there I left a voice mail for Erik Flatmo, who went to Gunn, Columbia, Yale, taught at Stanford and mayor or mayor-not-be like myself a former basketball player. He has a course last spring — about the time of the Gunn graffiti hate crime hoax or miscarriage of justice — about virtual drawing, which featured muralist Joey Piziali as a guest critic; without violating the sacrosanct academic environment, I would not mind writing about what the kids today thought of public art.
7. In walks Michael Alchek a commissioner who once mistook me for Hoody Allen and was in kind of a rush — he bought two cups of coffee — and did not have much of an observations to share about the Piziali mural, as part of a triptych or the fact that the building was being torn down around it: did they leave the one wall of the old building for any other reason besides the fact that there is public art on that building? (And I doubt he had seen my previous post comparing the young commissioners to The Mickey Mouse Club; and I did not mention that Alcheck who is a realtor and manages or owns a shopping center somewhere south of Palo Alto was unbraided in a local rag for trying to tell Los Altos commissioners what to do on a project, supposedly; I complimented his hair — kind of a hip hop or New Wave thingy — he went to Priory — and said that J_ mistook him for an artist, but I lied in a white way — god, that is not racist, “white lie”??? — and said J_ mistook him for “the artist” implying “Piziali”.
8. J__ said he once worked for Tip O’Neill, who said “all politics are local”.
9 I recommended George Packer, who profiled the Biden lieutenant TK.
10. My original head here, before Starbucks logged me off and WordPress failed to save, was “Reportage on the mural” but I switched to “Talking of Kiri te Kanawa” as a reference, and I admit I had to suss or what I call search-injun the actual cite, “The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock” the women come and go talking (I had “speaking”) of Michaelangelo.
11. J_ has read and recommends something I barely have tried: James Joyce.
12. I started out wanting to add a bit of W. Royal Stokes on John Stubblefield to my preview of Pharoah Sanders, coming to SFJazz.
13. Joyce is probably LFHFAO about all the bad stream-of-consciousness writing the internet makes for apology. (for makes apology?)
14. I should run the photo of the kid accused of the graffiti crime.
15. In their destruction of the building it looks like the developer not we taxpayers have painted over the Miles Davis stencil, I shot above.
16. My new friend and neighbor, who reads Manil Suri, made a successful joke about “down ” and “up” but I forget the rest.
17 Notes:
a. Kiri Te Kanawa has a website sure and a foundation. In fact, I sent this brief message and the link: greetings, somewhat obliquely, from 10.5 K kilometers. (I should have said “away” but I think they get it. It’s about 6,000 miles)
b. in the initial now lost draft of this, I admitted the photo was a hoax in that I am not actually writing and the tell is that I am not wearing my eyeglasses
c. I also took the opportunity to share with Ms. New Zealand a photo I shot of the Mauri artist TK2 who I met in residence recently (TK3) at DeYoung Museum in SF. This:
d. this is just literary enough to shoehorn in here, “eat bird for supper?” a message I sent to Eric Hanson the literary music agent, who roots for the Steelers, who playoff the Ravens, the former Browns, named for an Edgar Allen Poe joint. And not to digress, but I once left a Teddy Ruxpin pin on his Baltimore tombstone. If I do spend half the day in a sports bar, and I do admit that although I think of the internet and by extension wordpress and Plastic Alto as a business tool, one can project and infer a wee bit about the actual human behind these business tactics, I may not actually, asI intended to do, go home and shower: I am wearing yesterday’s New Year’s Day Next Day Deerhoof tee.
e. I just noticed, as I was trying to remember something else, that Daily News on Fri., Jan., 2 mentions Cadence Lee winning state title on Feb 22 of last year. Daughter of my classmate Emmie Fa. And now a Brown student, along with Josh Stern of Paly, the lacrosse player and sportswriter.
f. I think, two hours in, and two hours before the post office closes — I am awaiting a post — of the old school variety — that I spotted Stanford’s Clay Carson, and rose to near-stalk him — he would be spoken to, or not –and that my friends is Shakespeare — Hammy even — I said “hammie tutu” the other day in reference to Hamlet Act II scene 2 — my former client Stew, Mark Stewart, who has a lyric suggesting that black people get mistaken for people they don’t resemble in the least.claycarsonofstanfrd
g. failing to speak to the Carson doppelgänger, I bought a yogurt — J__ nodded at me but would not be spoken to – I wanted to get his email address — of the following parts: plain nonfat Greek yogurt –speaking of Classics and Marsh McCall and we was — cultured grade A non fat milk, active yogurt cultures — I’m paraphrasing — strawberries, sugar, modified corn starch, cellulose gum — and come to think of it, maybe I should have tried this exercise before commitment — oat and honey granola — I almost wrote “joey” no “hoey” close to the vernacular “hooey” , whole rolled oats, milled cane sugar, rice flour, oat flour, vegetable oil, canola and or safflower and or sunflower oil, molasses, honey, natural flavor — which previous life experience and my copious readings tells me is actually translated to “soothing no something artificial and made in New Jersey” — comma, salt, barley, no excuse me barley malt syrup and last and least, blueberries. There is more but I spare you that, seriously. Ironically, to some people this is the most poetic part of the post, and the most informational.

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