photos by Terry Acebo Davis, plural, in that in Mark’s left hand you can see a photo she took me bowling in St. Paul in 2010, used as masthead of Plastic Alto the blog, 1,050 posts already
Nick Zaharias, who might have been Paly High Athlete of the Year in 1982 if not for a guy initials J.H., is an avid reader of Plastic Alto, and a frequent commenter, albeit under various fake names and email return addresses, (although WordPress also records his computer number, to its credit).
That I recently updated some info on the Jim Harbaugh admittedly self-hater hater rant, and also Niners fall to Seattle 19-3, occassioned some post-Thanksgiving pus from the formerly decent athlete, probably glad I don’t know him better guy:
from Zagman (unless there is a Gonzaga alumni, besides Mr. Z, who follows both Paly football and WCAC basketball and Origins records in Seattle to lead him regularly to this little spec of dots in the multiverse): Mark You Are a Dick.
Thanks, Nick. For not calling me a “vagina”.
P.S. can you forward to me that photo of you where you are either dressed as Herman Munster or Abraham Lincoln, I presume for Halloween unless the years have not treated you too well and that’s what you are kinda going for 365.
And you probably don’t get Tedeschi Trucks either. It’s in 4.
edit to add, ten minutes later: No, seriously, Nick. Let me buy you a beer, at Old Pro and I’m sure you will see that none of this is offensive and I mean you no harm. I wish you well. And Jim (“Our Boy Jim”).
I said this to Diepenbrock and Kheaton Scott just the other day: anybody who I competed AGAINST thirty or thirty five years ago now by osmossive or the horizon-point-math-thingy overtime becomes in effect a type of teammate. Who cares who wore red and who wore green? It was just such a gift to be able to run around and get sweaty and sometimes put that ball thru that hoop, or catch that pass, chase down that fly ball, all that.
Nick you are my brother and my friend and teammate, and if I hurt your feelings I am man enough to own up to it and make you whole. I think a beer is the logical offering. Agreed?
Yes, Nick I am a dick.
Nick, you are my brother.
And good luck to Steve Brown coaching at Summit High in Redwood City. I mean Kheaton, Kheaton Scott, Steve’s teammate (and of JL), whose team is playing Gunn Thursday, Dec. 4 I am likely to go check it.
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I was gonna post before I was dick-stracted by NZ or Z34 this post comparing Mike Park to Dan Bern: right next to Mike Park in NOLA saying something about Palestinians and Israel
also: a couple days later: Ben Junta and I had a nice long chat by phone mostly about art and surfing, or the art of surfing, but also about this guy: Ben and NZ are born exact same date, go figure. Ben had some Harbauginas also.
I met Keyth from Bluchild bakers of Belmont twice, once on the eve of my Earthwise@20 at Cafe Zoe and then today erev Thanksgiving again at same venue and this time separated from him or him from a key lime pie, which may or may not make it to the table tomorrow. Life is uncertain, eat desrtt the day b-4.
Luis Xago Juarez and Armando Castellano, Menalto, November, 2104 dar gracias yo
Xago Juarez, aka Luis Juarez, the professor at SJSU and from Salinas, where John Steinbreck lived when he wrote “In Dubious Battle” hangs at Cafe Zoe a place for peace hope humanity and community for reals — and did I mention I am still processing my Earthwise@20 hear? — with his friend from this hood the hoodie this time but probably not the “hoodio” too much too much to hope for — Isaiah “here i am send me” excuse the digression, dig — Armando Castellano, the French horn director celebrando la musica clasica Latinoamericano; both men with ear plugs and tunes rockin’ and cranking away on their respective instruments — as I am, the other side of the window — I pause una pausa muy breve — to shoot them one more time hit them one more time.
I retreated back to my statins quick enough not to offend I hope and did not get back to my main riff: is this about class as much as ethnicity and so-called but not by me “race”?
edit to add a few minutes later, although my computer seems to think or WordPress seems to think I am updating from an hour ago not from now: off all the dangling threads here, the one I tugged was to try to reach Steven Bernstein thru his guy Edelstein I’ve never met, and I am trying to find the name of the French Horn player, Paul something, who was in Diaspora Suite at Bottom of the Hill, January 27, 2008, I have pictures, I have Steven’s cell and landline in my old stupid cell phone, the search-injuns should have this or did have this but apparently don’t: mazel tov, l’hitrout and HIT ME!! And I tap not a high hat but “ethnicities” which is very specifically Plastic Alto code for “jewish” In jew-bias battle mode. Stein-breck. argh argh argh
I met this woman, the head of Stanford’s Student Union and she told me she organized the event. I have a couple other shots. I did speak to the group for about 2 minutes, and missed most of the previous speakers, I am guessing a dozen or more while I caught two or three.
The story is ongoing. I bought the Times and mean to process it. The thing weeks later about the public art agit-prop gone awry is an interesting side note but just that – and it reminded me of “Gunn Graffiti Hate Crime”.
I wish I caught more of the Stanford students’ speeches, and want to hear their current thinking on these affairs
edit to add: I heard from Shelby Sinclair seven years later; she is a PhD candidate at Princeton. Maybe she will be President some day. Of a college, university or “the leader of the free world”. Coincidentally, I spoke tonite at the Palo Alto Public Art Commission meeting and lauded our BLACK LIVES MATTER mural. I literally held up a fist and said “Black lives matter”.
Detail. 2003 print and multimedia gift to Stanford Hospital of Peter Helen Bing near CDU critical decision unit which is like a buffer between admit and emergency and I got a little yellow sticker for having not visited Africa in last 3 weeks neithet
Plastic Alto with Mark Weiss 