I am so third

Seven-fifty-six on a Wednesday morning, two hours until my next appointment, lap top open, frothy Capucinno here at Peet’s MP, and I feel like Gale Sayers having juked Kermit Alexander at the fifty staring up at 50 yards of open, open field.

This is the edition I have, or had and read in about 1977.

This is the edition I have, or had and read in about 1977.


Also, the Kevin Kinney line, hot coffee and a full tank of gas, as filtered thru Krissy Durden (if that’s her real name) of KZSU in the 1990s.

And my first date is with a miscellaneous water document, a $50,000 grant from Santa Clara Water District for something, that generated about 20 to 30 pages in my 50 to 100 lbs of documents, council packets.

And after that, w.e.a.t., four for five newspapers, including Brand Chron — for the story about Mellancamp and King — and looking up old friends as Dr. Brian Paaso used to say and GAME 7 of the World Serious (as Ring Lardner you know me al would say) and I would like to break away from the game for 3 minutes to say “rent control” to Planning Commission, if I don’t hook up with good ol’ Andy Dieden my first sports-fan buddy, 1972-74, besides my dad.

And the five books I bought from Palo Alto Library for $six: Politics for Dummies, 2002, Ann DeLaney, Indiana Dems; Thomas Nast, page 103, drew in 1874 an elephant stomping the Tammany Hall tiger. And Andrew Jackson riding a donkey “to support his veto of the U.S. Bank recharter”. Christmas in Plains, by Jimmy Carter, illustrated by Amy Carter, 2001, his 17th book and I recall as a freshman at Dartmouth in 1982 fall receiving a book award from the outgoing editors of The Dartmouth, “Keeping Faith:Memoirs of a President” for most promising or at least most under-foot cub reporter, and I did just leave a voice mail to my roommate and fellow D editor G. Scott Rafshoon esquire who used to date Amy, asking if his eldest boy is yet off to college. (Will check with Mom if GSR is TDB to call back pronto). “1979: As Christmas approached both our nation and I were obsessed with the plight of the American hostages who had been captured when Iranian militants took over our embassy in Teheren in the first week of November”. David McCullough, “1776” just to see if it mentions my professor Jere Daniell (who told us the the Revolution was a bit of an over-reaction). No “Daniell” in index at least but there is “earl of dartmouth” p. 13 and p. 19 save that for another day, or 50 yards of daylight. Alan Alda “Things I Overheard When Talking to Myself” 2008 because he, me, Jackson Pollock, Collete and Claes Oldenburg are all fellow Aquarii. Something about playing Richard Feynman and then talking at CalTech and “entropy”. I’ll say. Al say.

I also borrowed Black Keys “Attack and Release” if only to see if I recognize any of the four singles, the Danger Mouse stuff. I first saw Black Keys as a Fat Possum act at Billion I gotta believe at SXSW maybe 2003. The RFID sticker from the library obscures the lyrics to “Thing Ain’t Like They Used to Be” — and I wonder if spending 50 cents each to save cd-s from theft is worthwhile now that price of cd-s is less than 50 cents, I know since I sold off a thousand of them for about $200. And they picked the guy who suggested this, the theft-prevention for Library Commission over Yours Truly even though I was the only candidate who mentioned even one let alone four authors, like Wallace Stegner and Dao Strom. it says here, on different doohickey that Dao and I spoke for 23 minutes week ago yesterday.

Back to black it say Ralph Carney, Pat’s uncle, played for Earthwise 5th Anniversary at Cubberley at Partial Parrot, plays Jaw Harp which I read as Jaw Hard on “I Got Mine” and concert bass harmonica on “Same Old Thing”. I will start with those: 2 and 8.

Wow. “Ghost Brothers of Darkland County” book by Stephan King and music and lyrics by John Mellancamp December 5 and 6 only Curran Theatre, Shorenstein Hays production — which I picked up randomly and kept playing track 11 or 13 from library and then gave it back — I would sink the $107 or $214 if I bring Terry my Terry, that I’d see! Chad Jones says. 838 it took me two tries, either becuz of Stupid Smart Phone or them to realize that they open at 1000. so 40 minutes into my 10 minutes on water, will boot off to boot on at 8:50 for

Part two: DON’T BRINK THE WATER

The song I was tripping on was “How Many Days” sung by Kris Kristofferson, father of my Gunn schoolmate Tracy K and do you realize what a rarity to have a number 1 hit and an oscar film performance in same year, suss that:

And just so I don’t forget, and join me if you know this by heart:
The Lord is First
My friends and Family are Second.
I AM THIRD.

And weirderly: because that Youtube does not seem to play without a new upgrade and Amazon does not have the sound bytes I have to rely on AllMusic to get ever 30 seconds (“if I was tough…my fist..if I was stronger..how many days?”) of that one song, I am willing to let sell me $200 tickets to a show to:

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Briefer history of time

Watching Errol Morris thin blue line or is it Stephan Hawking or fast cheap and thermodynamic

Watching Errol Morris thin blue line or is it Stephan Hawking or fast cheap and thermodynamic

IMG_20141029_062745092_HDRIn thin blue line the case comes down to as Adams states five words fur-lined collar or bushy hair

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Mark Weiss Terry Acebo Davis official Palo Alto City Council 2014 portrait

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Do Spoon your water

Two threads merge here: I was psyched to hear Spoon, the Austin band that debuted in the Bay Area at Palo Alto Cubberley Center Theatre in 1997, get another song on the commercial radio, here KFOG for something called “Do You?”spoondo AND on my way to SLO or Oso Bay or Morro Bay or Morro Rock, at a rest stop near an Army base, three fourths of the way to L.A. I shot this water shot, thinking of my old bud Greg Zlotnick who knows more water than just about anyone. watermap

Greg Zlotnick and I listened to Lynyrd Skynyrd while doing our honors math 7th grade homework dished out by “Smilin’ Steinhouser”.

outro:at about half mil hits

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Fehr and loafing

kristina lindsay
I am writing this while board stiff so to speak at Council beating around the bush on “shuttle issue” –when I speak I will say what Schmid just said, and I just applauded 8:36 p.m. MARGUERITE. Speaking of chicks I dig.

Marguerite was Asa’s favorite horse as shuttled people from Palo Alto to Stanford back in the day.

We are beating a dead or dying horse here and reinventing the wheel. I say: cute a deal with Big Daddy and let Marguerite be he or she a horse or human figure out our problems. Duh. And how much, if I bellowed about $175,000 for the Flints — Half Moon Bay planning flunkies — are we spending on Fleece and Fleer or whoever they are, from Germany and England and Hawaii oh my.

Jim Burch with his dying breath said: let’s decorate the busses to increase ridership, because it was dead or dying then. I was there. In 2010, exactly four years ago. At PAPAC arts meeting.
(I suggested a bus dressed like Furthr).(that’s his granddaughter above, Kristina Lindsay, at Lytton Plaza).

Steve from Gunn, dude from Enschede.

Fittingly (love the dress terms), I was late to my speech because I drove home a young singer named Darryl Delanty I think who uses the Shuttle.

sang a michael jackson ballad for Alice of Garden Fresh in exchange for a ride home but usually uses our shuttle east

sang a michael jackson ballad for Alice of Garden Fresh in exchange for a ride home but usually uses our shuttle east


Are you on the bus or off the bus?

Stoned angels weep. Because you are wasting $300,000 of their our money, I am merely guessing – the number is hidden. I will ask.

Can I have 10 minutes not 3, Nancy?

Fehr and Loafing

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Guerrero weird Weiss plug

I met Guerrero the art dealer when he was with Justin Giarla at White Walls, and checked out his Portrero Hill Gallery, and did buy a Reyes from him, for like $50.

I didn’t quite catch the name of the artist or the venue and won’t make it not bloody likely to the RSVP only shindig Saturday, but took the time to snatch ala Shepherd Fairey this pic because it seems to say my name, WEIS or thereabouts. dig it all

I think he name Andres Guerrero the dealer not the artist nor venue

I think he name Andres Guerrero the dealer not the artist nor venue

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Phyllis dress shop in Palo Alto rocks this straight guy, who dresses as he has since high school i.e. is a slob

The Phyllis Women Inga, Phyllis, Nancy and Lindsay

The Phyllis Women Inga, Phyllis, Nancy and Lindsay

My favorite girly shop in Palo Alto is Phyllis. Five-forty Ramona, great location, near Coupa. I debuted (day booted?) my Ginsberg tribute Beat Hotel Rm 32 Reads Howl in 2009 nearby, at 530 Ramona.

For a straight guy who, please believe me, I never wear dresses, I fully endorse this place. Phyllis told me she partied with Mingus, for instance, back in the day.

I bought my GF Terry some stuff there once.

Cute photo!

And I vowed that if I actually get seated for City Council, I will buy a dress, assuming there is something that fits me — I am about 6 feet even and 200 pounds — wear it once and donate it to charity.

(This reminds me of meeting Roxy Rapp, who owns 219 Hamilton across street, for first time recently and telling him I rocked Roxy euro-dude duds while at L.L. Bean Dartmouth in the 1980s, or at least until Teddy Conway of the New Orleans rugby Conways told me the striped pants were clown-like).

I am writing this while board stiff so to speak at Council beating around the bush on “shuttle issue” –when I speak I will say what Schmid just said, and I just applauded 8:36 p.m. MARGUERITE. Speaking of chicks I dig.

Marguerite was Asa’s favorite horse as shuttled people from Palo Alto to Stanford back in the day.

We are beating a dead or dying horse here and reinventing the wheel. I say: cute a deal with Big Daddy and let Marguerite be he or she a horse or human figure out our problems. Duh. And how much, if I bellowed about $175,000 for the Flints — Half Moon Bay planning flunkies — are we spending on Fleece and Fleer or whoever they are, from Germany and England and Hawaii oh my.

Jim Burch with his dying breath said: let’s decorate the busses to increase ridership, because it was dead or dying then. I was there. In 2010, exactly four years ago. At PAPAC arts meeting.
(I suggested a bus dressed like Furthr).

Steve from Gunn, dude from Enschede.

Fittingly (love the dress terms), I was late to my speech because I drove home a young singer named Darryl Delanty I think who uses the Shuttle.

Are you on the bus or off the bus?

Stoned angels weep. Because you are wasting $300,000 of their our money, I am merely guessing – the number is hidden. I will ask.

Can I have 10 minutes not 3, Nancy?

Fehr and Loafing

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Blessed is the Wall Street Kilburn Match Blue Line

My or Terry’s pink Schwinn lockless and lovelorn, picking up my Council packet, I bought four books I’ll never read for six dollars*, then grabbed five media: Black Keys circa 2008 by Danger Mouse, “Wall Street” Michael Douglas Oliver Stone, “Blessed is the Match” story of Hannah Senesh who wrote Eli Eli, The Who at Kilburn 1977 because I wrote a white paper to Oxbow about it, for forgotten reasons, i.e I cannot explain, ‘The Thin Blue Line” which creeped me out had me looking over my shoulder its first run theatrical release 1988 in SF, Gateway Theatre near MacPark Rest Spectrum presumably long gone although I recall walking this way imiating Edwin Crayton buying beef ribs for lunch on break from Goodby, that plus literally 50 things I carry (Tim O’Brien reference), and two Football and two baseball games I will never get thru –Mich/Mich State/ San Jose State/Navy and the Giants — cool message from Andy Dieden the Mercury Morris to my Jim Kiik circa 1973 in Saratoga, CA lamenting the closeness of the Giants-Royals: we are in it to win it.

How was Cal at the new Santa Clara digs?

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More yack from ‘Mrak’

Posted by Mrak Weiss
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I asked three candidates early on, allies more or less, to join me in pushing for a voluntary $10,000 spending cap and struck out. (To my nine hundred or $1,000 out of pocket, compared to ZERO but 5,700 votes in 2012).

What could we as a community do with the $200,000 or more wasted on vainglorious idiocy here?

Good on Palo Alto Weekly for making bank on all this! Sarcasm set to stunned.

and 1:
Laura Stec how about a special world serious meal?

can you endorse me, my old BAA friend?
mark weiss
giants fan since the days of tito tapping his bat on the plate but can name four or five of the men on deck when Bobby not Hank Thompson hit the shot

which, over the limit, or in the infinite void between zero and “and 1”, reminds me, that “yack” sounds like my nom de plume of “mrak” — i am baiting them to let it ride — and i think means “talk” but also Jack Hirschman or Hirshman the former poet laureate of SF at 80 and a Dartmouth prof not of me but Alden Van Buskirk who said, when I said I wanted to profile he at Dartmouth in 1961 ala Don Cherry in 1970 “we can yammer”.

coffee strong four hours in
you know, Drekmeier our former BAA leader and one of the reasons I drifted into the muck here leaves me cold in that he will only vote for or endorse on the single silly issue of his anaerobic or I call it “green goop yes” digester doo hickey. Tom Jordan says he will go down in history as being silly, if I can quote Mr. Jordan who come to think of it says he is not voting for me this time despite being my advisor in 2012 because I was too flip with the League of Conservation Voters, who picked what I call the “Barry Goldwater Enviro Slate” as in 9 out of not 10 but 100. got all that! go giants! Or as danny kaye would say: heller throws to haller blah blah blah

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Weldon Kees page 115 of Reclaiming Sf and Palo Alto

Neophyte readers will, like Victoria Thorpe, call this irrelevant or incoherent, but I rebooted the lap dancer to post this purloined image of Weldon Kees, apropos of 280 or Caltrain and although there is no index to “Reclaiming San Francisco: History, Politics, Culture” A City Lights Anthology, edited by James Brook, Chris Carlsson and Nancy Peters, Ann Garrison’s story “Suicide in the City” susses up cleanly during the Contents (page v).

well donkeys? you mean perry and miner?

well donkeys? you mean perry and miner?


The chapter starts on page 115 stretches like Willie McCovey to 121 I paid $18.95 was published in 1998 and I have probably read less than 10 pages but am slowly getting my money’s worth. See also: Kimmelman (or Weiss at this point, above) on Ray Johnson.

me gotta go: me and my 50 things to read in my book bag; I told EG of PV via Chi-town that I was planning to be snowed in.

edit to add: oddly, noticing I forgot the photo, Led Zep zips my gray matter: where the fuck is the bridge?

and 1:
Ann Garrison lists as reference David Chidester 1988 on Jim Jones, which I can googlink. And I want to outro with an amazon link to this actual book, or is it better to link to City Light per se?

This is my fourth or fifth post of the day, and 995 or 996 all time: what do I do when I hit 1,000? Quit? Jump off the bridge? I am no Ray Johnson, rest assured.

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