Gunn lands three on all-Peninsula softball team

Iris Chin, Katie Garvey and Emma Wager were named today to the Daily News First Team all-Peninsula softball team. Kudos for that! (Greek word, singular, for “praise”. They should know this, since the school has a pseudo-Greek theme, with the Oracle — newspaper — and Olympian — yearbook).

Alumnus and parent Matt Maltz (who married his classmate Jamie Sparaco) coached the Lady Titans to the CCS berth and a big win over rival Palo Alto. Ok, Matt and Jamie are parents of a former Lady Titan, Casey, now in college, and have two other kids, boys, including Andrew, a rising sophomore and returning letterman in football.

Here are the Daily News notes on these three players:

Iris Chin, Jr., 17-6 record, 1.50 ERA (earned runs not Equal Rights Amendment), 165 K’s, .344 batting average;

Katie Garvey, Jr., .324 average , “stalwart behind the plate” which is an AP-English word for saying she is Gunn’s version of Buster Posey;

(note to self to edit to add with etymology of “stalwart”, which is what English majors do, even 25 years out of school)

Emma Wager, designated hitter, Sophomore, .423 average, 5 triples, 8 doubles — I don’t believe we had designated hitters when I was in school, although we didn’t have chaperones typically, either, accept at the prom. (Designated hitters started in Major League baseball in 1977, I believe with Orlando Cepeda the former Giant, then a Red Sox — singular and plural. I actually don’t recall if high school baseball or softball had adopted the new rules by the time I graduated, which was 1982. My last game of baseball, for Los Altos Little League Senior All-Stars, at Stan Troedson Field, now renamed for William Sigua, was summer of 1979, if that excuses me. Close enough for the internet.)

Gunn also landed six players on the Honorable Mention list: Torres, Oda, Tevanian, Schwarzwald, Ostrom and Potter.

Matt Maltz was my teammate for 8th grade flag football, which tied for league honors, as it were, at Terman. In fact, he was a guard and I was right next to him, at tackle, although on passing downs I reported eligible and lined up as a flanker. I don’t recall him playing much baseball (or softball, for that matter), although I do recall that he won the CCS frosh-soph championship in swimming and said he partied with Greg Louganis at regional and national youth meets, although I probably should go there, degree of difficulty and all that.

I wrote about Matt and family about a year ago, and since it continues to get hits (my blog post, and hopefully his daughter playing collegiate softball), I thought I would update.

I think the big story in local sports, although it seems to be underplayed in the Weekly, is that a Gunn runner, Sarah Robinson, would a state title in mid-distance running and is on soccer scholarship next year to play for Stanford. I don’t know the family, although I know another Robinson family with athletic kids at Gunn. And not to digress too much or steal the Thunder from the Lady Titans, but I noticed that former Los Altos High All-American soccer player and local coach Albertin Montoya has three young ladies from his nationally-ranked LAMV Lightning going on scholarship to Stanford. Kudos for that! (I met Albertin when he was on the semi-pro Palo Alto Firebirds soccer team, for whom I worked as a freelance front office dork — Mark Bult and I designed a cool poster once).

Anyhow good luck, kudos, mazel tov and namaste to all the young athletes, their parents and their coaches. Go, Titans, especially.

Oh, yeah, one more thing: due to the nature of the internet, something I wrote a while ago about Cadence Lee (daughter of Emmie Fa and Hon Lee), still gets hits. My understanding is that Cadence Lee, Blaze Lee, coach Chris Horpel and them continue to fight fiercely for the Alma Mater in wrestling. I think I heard that Andrew Maltz is also wrestling, and one of the other-Robinsons as well, if that ties it all together, Plastic-Alto-style.

edit to add: “stalwart” is from Scottish/Middle English “stall” like “place” and “weorth” like “worth”. And although I am kinda chiding the Daily News for use of the big word, it turns out that, according to my internal search function, I have used that term 20 times in previous posts, including the article on Gunn softball that this is kinda sorta updating. In that case I was describing as a “stalwart” the pitcher Claire Klausner, daughter of school board member, at the time, or just before then, Barbara Klausner. I think I am gonna tag this post “stalwart” just for yucks.

another edit to add: fact-checking what I already published about the history of the DH, apropos of All-Peninsula Gunn Titan Emma Wager, reminded me to look up something I saw at Giants’ game the other night, a mural in the form of song lyrics, attributed to Danny Kaye, at section 118 lower, near the press box, which mentions Cepeda. It’s actually a “Dodgers Song” which is ironic for inclusion at the Giants park. Here is a fuller context:

Maury Wills at bat, hit it for me once, Stu Miller throws, Maury bunts
Cepeda runs to field the ball while Hiller covers first
Haller runs to back up Hiller, Hiller crashes into Miller
Miller falls, drops the ball, Conlan calls, “Safe!” Yea, Maury!
Gilliam up. Miller grunts. Miller throws. Gilliam bunts.
Cepeda runs to field the ball while Hiller covers first.
Haller runs to back up Hiller, Hiller crashes into Miller
Miller falls, drops the ball, Conlan calls, “Safe!” Yea, Conlan!
Willie Davis gets a hit, and Tommy does the same
Here comes Mr. Howard with a chance to win the game!
Hit it once! Big Frank – BUNTS?!
Miller runs to field the ball and so does Hiller so does Haller
Miller hollers Hiller. Hiller hollers Haller. Haller hollers Miller points to Hiller with his fist.
And that’s the Miller-Hiller-Haller Hallelujah Twist!

Frank Howard, by the way, is also the source of the bit of New York Mets trivia, the origin of the name of the indie rock band, Yo La Tengo (featuring Ira, Big Day Coming); Howard, a left fielder, ran into his teammate who tried to say “I Got It” or something. By the time I started watching baseball, Frank Howard was a big galug stuck at first base (and before DH).

Cepeda started in the first crop of DH’s in 1973, it says here. Also, I wish to state, here, although it fits better elsewhere, that “Viva Cepeda” the Vince Guaraldi song, I would Wager, is also a reference to the movie “Viva Zapata”, it occurred to me recently.

 

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Puzzling evidence in Palo Alto

 

(under construction: time to eat the donuts….)

 

edit to add:

Holy canoli! Did he say “Silicon Valley” at 1:40???

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News hounds

newshoundsSan Francisco, Grant and Vallejo — Caffe Trieste exterior

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Matt Nathanson in San Jose in 2009

Opening the time capsule that was my Canon camera which I had not touched since 2009, I also found this so-so photo of Matt Nathanson Music in the Park in San Jose.

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I tried to give Matt a copy of Wallace Stegner’s “Collected Stories” but he refused my gift. He wrote “Wallace Stegner” in felt-tip pen on his hand, however.

That was about nine years after he had last played at Cubberley, supporting John Doe. Here’s that poster:

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Matt also played in Center Quad of Gunn High during those pre-commercial radio days, plus at Stanford CoHo and Menlo School. Kathleen Daly of Zoe Cafe once bought me a coffee for leaving Matt a voice mail suggesting he could play her super cool little venue in Menalto.

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Humm-baby ready for his close-up

The view last night from Section 118, row 23 seats 3 and 4, or as my former Goodby Berlin and Silverstein colleague Jeremy Postaer used to say "any closer and we could smell 'em"

The view last night from Section 118, row 23 seats 3 and 4, or as my former Goodby Berlin and Silverstein colleague Jeremy Postaer used to say “any closer and we could smell ’em”

For Don Zimmer (1931-2014, but especially 1987)

“YOU SWING LIKE AN OLD LADY, NORMA” after Washington’s Ian Desmond chased a Ryan Vogelsong sinker into the dirt. Either he didn’t hear me, or he did and got angry because he swatted the next pitch into the gap for a double.

“BELLARMINE SUCKS. SAINT IGNATIUS RULES”, to San Jose product Kevin Frandsen, 3B, who maybe did hear me and went only 1-for-5, on a day that Krukow said was the hardest the Giants staff has been hit all year, 12 hits, 9 runs, losing 9-2.

“DELETE THIS ‘SPAM'” on the first at-bat of the 3-hour-1-minute contest, to Denard Span, who hit a double to right, and later scored.

At the risk of being Alibi Ike, I actually thought the Giants responded to my chatter, and often did that which I so humbly suggested.

“GIVE ‘EM HECK, HECTOR” to Sanchez, who made out.

“COME ON, GREGOR” who went 1-for-4 but looks good in the picture, above.

“YOU OWN THIS GUY, TYLER”, because it said he was hitting .750 lifetime against Strasburg, albeit a small sample set, 3-4, but sure enough he did produce a safety, and our first run. I called him “TY-CO” on the next at-bat, but the encouragement didn’t seem to work as well that time. Strasburg was as good as his advance, and struck out 7 in 6 innings, 88 lucky pitches,  nearly all in the 94-95 mph range. He leads the circuit in K’s Schulman of The Sporting Green points out.

I thought about but refrained from this one:

“LET’S GO, BRANDO’. MAKE A ‘STELLA’ OUT OF THAT FELLA” (for Brandon Crawford). I also self-edited enough to avoid saying something about “twist his head and suck out the meat.” Similarly I refrained from dubbing the Nats backstop Wilson Ramos “Fizz”.

After Terry and I put our lids in rally-cap mode, I stole this line from someone a few rows behind me:

“SI, SE PUEDE” (for pinch-hitter or double-switch guy Ehire Adrianza, who deveras lined a single to keep the hope alive. My Spanish made the father and daughter in front of me giggle, and I responded with “Es verdad, no?”

The Giants are in the midst of a stretch where they are playing 20 of 25 games here at home and 25 of 35 leading to the All-Star break. Having won five straight series, including the sweep of the Mets, they have gone 7-0-2 in their last nine sets, so I am betting that Mad Bum, Matt Cain and Tim Hudson can right the wrongs we experienced Monday night. If not we may have to hold a little Situationist prank in which we send 247 balls raining down onto the field from the Bleachers Thursday to ceremoniously disown all the good that Matt Williams did for us in the home run department, 1987-1996.

The game notes state: “The Giants have sold out their last 277 regular season home games, which extends the longest consecutive regular season home sellout streak in the National League”. Meanwhile, there is a StubHub banner in the right field power alley (see above) and 3,847 seats for grabs for today on that site, so do your own math on that one, not to be a party pooper or a player-hater.

I got a kick yelling “Panda” (for Sandoval, of course, who went 0 for 3 but generated some much-needed breeze on a rather balmy Frisco night); I noticed the guy next to me called him “Pabs”.

Terry (my main 6-4-3 squeeze play sophisticated game of catch) thought my cool detachment (wearing a NOKAS shirt and a blue cap with a black dog) was bush league, so she got me a new lid (grey 47 with white logo on orange-and-grey shadows) and some orange knee high socks, to look like Hunter Pence. Thanks, Sweetie. And thanks, Gary Davis, my quasi-brother-in-law for loaning us the tickets while he toils overseas for the Capitalists.

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I am writing something in reaction to Bob Leftsetz, Van Dyke Parks and David Carr

A version of this article appears in print on June 9, 2014, on page B1 of the New York edition with the headline: Free Music, at Least While It Lasts. which reminds me to swing by Mac’s Smokeshop on Emerson in downtown Palo Alto, behind Palentir in the old Facebook buildings, near Slacker Radio and Institute for The Future and plunk down $3 for today’s Times, after train back from game or maybe on way, even though I pre-pay .50 per day to access the thing online. David Carr, not eight-finger-fastball pasted below:

property of bob lefsetz

property of bob lefsetz

But my mind went to, John McCrea, Cake, first quasi-hit — although I did heckle them mock-seriously, at Ajax Lounge in San Jose, if that dates it “Commercial radio sellouts!” for it spiking on KOME — your cd collection looks shiny and costly.

Also this from Carr — and I did flip thru the hard Times yesterday and somehow missed it, and heard about it from Lefzsetz semi-spam, but that was commenting on Parks I guess is a source for Carr — and I’m not halfway thru the actual article yet.

We are no longer collecting music; it is collecting us on various platforms.

 

 

which reminds me that I probably have my own version of that, well, mine, John’s, maybe Capricorn’s, his publisher, maybe ASCAP and BMI, from a board tape of Cake at Cubberley, September, 1995, that I mean to post up here somewhere once I figure the logistics.

And someone else, a reader of Lefsetz, has a link to Pynchon on Luddittes which is still catnip to me.

And also there is a rack of greeting cards in the window of Kepler’s books in Menlo Park, California, a birthday card — and this is from 20 feet thru the glass — that says CAKE in a font that is very much like the rock band logo, the band whose rider says do not put birthday cake images in the marketing of our show. I will buy that just for my weirdo ephemera collection. Next to this:

cake poster artwork by lane wurster and mac maccaughan

cake poster artwork by lane wurster and mac maccaughan

 

Ich bin ein Ludditte.

edit to add: we really are leaving for the Giants game in 0 minutes, at 3:30, for the 7:15 game, vs. Matt’s Nats, Vogelsong v. Stephen Stroberg (?) but I did find this graph in question, from the Carr:

Writing in The Daily Beast last week, the musician Van Dyke Parks said that in the good old days, a song he recently wrote with Ringo Starr would have provided him “with a house and a pool.” But at current royalty rates, he estimated that he and the former Beatle would make less than $80, which means he will have to choose between a dollhouse and a kiddie pool and then share it with Mr. Starr.

And will click on thru to TDB as time permits, post-game certainly. I will keep pushing on with the Carr (as opposed to “Pushing the Norton” which is a Camper Van Beethoven reference or at least Victor Krummenacher ?) until Terry Acebo Davis changes into her Giants Cap and Giants t-shirt, while I am going tres indie in a New Orleans Klezmer All-Stars t-shirt and a Carmel (black dog) cap – not bothering to circle back to Earthwise HQ to suss thru my four or five suitable SF lids.

I didn’t actually read this either but it looks suitable for framing:

I’ve been inescapably subjective, because I make my living as a composer and a musician. But lately I’m in shock and awe at what I’ve witnessed in the struggling artists and composers who surround me. And if what I’m saying comes as an inconvenient truth, it’s corroborated by no less than Abraham Lincoln. Let me quote him: “Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior of capital, and deserves much the higher consideration.”

Carr:

The acquisition also included the expensive Beats headphones — $300 and up in a variety of colors so they also serve as fashion accessory. People will still pay large money for devices, and this weekend, thousands of people will spend at least $250 for three-day access to the Governor’s Ball Music Festival in New York. It’s a curious disconnect: Fans will pay top dollar for a music accessory or a music event. They just won’t pay for, oh yeah, music.

No, he’s wrong. Or he’s right for wrong music. The festival of live music is worth $250 while the industry is selling a facsimile of that experience, which brings me back to Earthwise Productions of Palo Alto “the Cubberley Sessions” and “Palo Alto Soundcheck” business plan, 1995 and arguing with Lee Townsend over Vietnamese crepes near his studio whether for $19.99 you get a “pretty good facsimile” of a Bill Frisell performance.

 

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Hellmuth wearing Stanford jacket today: Stud (Plastic Alto field report from Steven J. Cohen)

2014 World Series of Poker

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Two new true Ray Johnson books

True Professions by Ray Johnson inspired my "True Professor" memoir below

True Professions by Ray Johnson inspired my “True Professor” memoir below

I’ve only seen one Ray Johnson in person, at a gallery in Carmel, and posted about that previously.

 

I don’t think I knew much about Ray Johnson until I read Accidental Masterpiece by Michael Kimmelman.

Prompting me to post this is semi-spam from siglio press about two new Ray Johnson books. Yes I recently purged a bunch of books and cd’s but how much would it hurt to acquire the occasional art book? Someone said that if I cannot afford to collect art per se, I could collect ephemera, the catalogs of shows or announcement and cards and posters. I do have an art collection, mostly things from emerging artists or peers, or my generation. If someone scours thru all 666 posts of “Plastic Alto” you could get a clue about my tastes.

One book is called “Nothing” and one is called “Not Nothing” or actually “Nothing Nothing” which sounds pretty Ray Johnson to me. And, oddly, or very plastic alto, I am now thinking, on a subdural level, about suicide apropos of Ray Johnson compared to J.D. Salinger (who did not actually kill himself, but did have his alter ego Seymour Glass do so). I am digesting a couple pages at a time, borrowed from the library David Shields “Salinger”. I actually started today’s exercises — war games, in the culture wars, I started to write ear games — with page 387 of such, in chapter called “A Terrible, Terrible Fall” Shane Salerno (the co-author) stating that Salinger got so in to Vedanta, the eastern religion, that it ruined his ability to write. (And that is reducing 696 pages to ten words, not a wise idea — and just now as I thumb clumsily my cracked open to 386-387 book, here at Peet’s near Cubberley, sliding like (on) Alladin’s carpet from the pages, is a postcard about Qbert’s scratch school,(Qbert Skratch University) and a hip looking dude picks it up as it glides to him, and I give him a cosmic elevator pitch about Qbert and he

thumbnail of qbert card selfie

thumbnail of qbert card selfie

says “I don’t get to Daly City much” and that’s his out card to decline the universe’s offer to become “the world’s next great dj”) “You have the right to work, but for the work’s sake only. You have no right to the fruits of work. Desire for the fruits of work must never be your motive in working.” They say that is Bhagavad Gita II, 47-49, although my brief glance at the s-i says it is Krishna. Anyhow, there’s my book within book within book.

And to be clear (clear plastic, like that which covered J.D. Salinger’s otherwise cement bunker, in Claremont, New Hampshire, and to think, or write, that I spent four years about 15 minutes from him, and might have tried to send moonbeams from the College on the Hill to his hilltop enclave), the Ray Johnson pictured above is either still on sale (for a whopping price) in Carmel, or in the hands of someone more courageous or deep-pocketed than yours trulio.

I could also kill a couple hours just following the search-injun clues about Ray Johnson. Maybe doing that would scratch this particular itch, and save me the money for the book. articulated particular, something about Gertrude Morgan in my notes^1.

 

Wow this thing has 121 reviews on Amazon:

1. “articulated syntactic particularity”, I mean, which is  Elaine Yau, in New Orleans, quoting Hortense Spillers, ostensibly, in an articulated syntactic particularity of her own device, on Sister Gertrude Morgan, in Sally Promey, editor, “Sensational Religion” which GoogleBooks lets me read something like 4 of 6 pages, plus the notes. So that’s a book review or plug within a book review, within a book review or I’m losing track and besides who really counts? (As Krishna would say; plus that reminds me that my neighbor, Terry’s neighbor actually, Marjorie Ford had an exchange in which she asked me of Bhagavad Gita and I answered with something about Pussy Riot, more, as always, below).

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Frida

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No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream, trapped in its disappearance,

 

sighing, screaming with it, buying and selling pieces of phantom, worshipping each other,

 

worshipping the God (Dog?) included in it all—longing or inevitability?—while it lasts, a Vision—anything more?

 

It leaps about me, as I go out and walk the street, look back over my shoulder,

 

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Full Plastic Jacket

Ceramics master and conceptual artist Ehren Tool of Berkeley, Calif., in residence at Palo Alto Art Center, Saturday, June 7, 2014, 70 years and 1 day after D-Day, turning swords into ploughshares, clay into ceramics and tooth-holders

Ceramics master and conceptual artist Ehren Tool of Berkeley, Calif., in residence at Palo Alto Art Center, Saturday, June 7, 2014, 70 years and 1 day after D-Day, turning swords into ploughshares, clay into ceramics and tooth-holders

Ehren Tool is in residence at Palo Alto Art Center, creating a body of ceramic work that pertains to his service to our country, as an MP, in the Gulf War. He has created more than 14,000 cups that reference his experience. He gives them away. In Palo Alto, over the next month or so, he is adding another 1,200 cups to the project. I visited with Ehren for about an hour yesterday, watching him work and interact with his fans and the merely curious. Palo Altans have the opportunity to further participate in this project by providing content, most commonly photographs, that Ehren will work into the pieces, as decals or relief.

I’m hoping to revisit Ehren with my dad, Paul Weiss, who served in the Navy during World War II. Here is how he is faring, 69 years, nine months and counting after the Japanese surrender:

Paul Weiss, his glass half-full of Italian orange soda, June 7, 2014

Paul Weiss, his glass half-full of Italian orange soda, June 7, 2014

Ehren was only midway through telling me his life story when facility director Rebecca Barbee informed us it was closing time, 86-ing me from my jaw-session with the former MP (military police).

Rebecca Barbee and Ehren Tool

Rebecca Barbee and Ehren Tool

A woman named Karen who said she is a former PAUSD counselor, originally from near Burlington, Vermont chatted Ehren up about his technique but also revealed her complicated feelings about her father’s work in the defense industry. The conversation between Ehren, Karen and myself is part and parcel of the project and somehow ends up in the final project, the work itself. Even final project is a relative term: Ehren points out that ceramics like his will last 10,000 years. His intention with his work eventually might become separate from what observers infer about the meaning or purpose or use of the object or objects. (For instance, Terry and I using one as a tooth-brush holder; or, he said people come by and say things like “My boy just loves war toys!”).tooltooth

I thought these were bullets or bombs, but Ehren said they were shot glasses (for drinking strong spirits, or maybe Orange soda and espresso). Ehren said it can be dangerous, relatively speaking, to host a party in which people drink from shot glasses that cannot be put down, like with the more conventional design.

Shot glasses by Ehren Tool, not at all a homage to Giger. He starts with a 25 pound bag of clay, makes about 20 cups per bag, and then uses the last bit to form these bullets, so as not to waste.

Shot glasses by Ehren Tool, not at all a homage to Giger. He starts with a 25 pound bag of clay, makes about 20 cups per bag, and then uses the last bit to form these bullets, so as not to waste.

By the end of Ehren’s Palo Alto chapter, I imagine there will be a wall of his finished works, and to some extent the people who pass by and say hi, or just peer in, will be somehow represented on that wall, which is a civil service, albeit less engaging than those like my father who served in the military, or the people who contribute viable and visible content that makes its way into or on to the observable texture and character of the cups.

Fill that cup, Palo Alto! Fill that wall! Hup to it!! Hup!! Hup!!

This wall is your wall, this wall is my wall. This wall is made, by Ehren Tool, for you and me.

This wall is your wall, this wall is my wall. This wall is made, by Ehren Tool, for you and me.

See also “Veterans art in Palo Alto” from April, 2014, my first take on Ehren.

edit to add:

"Tool me, Ehren" Paul Weiss of the Navy

“Tool me, Ehren” Paul Weiss of the Navy

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