Stole a Features flyer from the Cafe DuNord tee tee

I posted this on their blog or try to:

A little TN in CA

I caught The Features at SXSW in Austin in 2009. Someone I met at random sent me that way because it was one of his favorite bands and I could sense his enthusiasm. I remember liking the show and also meeting a writer from a TN newspaper who gave me some background.

At Cafe Du Nord in San Francisco last week, I stole a Features flyer from the wall of the tee-tee. Sorry. Have a nice visit and I hope to make it to the show.

In a somewhat related development — and see above for Austin Powers and “Who Does Number 2 work for?” riff and post and riposte — I am trying to get a Warm Weather photograph from the lovely and prolific Simmons sisters of Sunset in the Rearview blog. Lydia Simmons went to Duke but her Grampa was a Dartmouth man, the legendary Mr. Ripley. (And I still think related to Ripley Believe It or Not — also has a Dartmouth thread, at least).

Note the sing-along saturation below, always the sign of a local fave; they are TN’s answer to The Mother Hips perhaps: Also, I may have to post the same song by a fan, a cover:

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Finding Memo

I met Guillermo “Memo” Gomez-Abascal as part of Palo Alto’s Neighbors Abroad Sister Cities student exchange in 1981. I spent six weeks sharing a bed room with him in his family’s home in Oaxaca; he spent six weeks with us up on Byrd Lane. There were a total of 30 of us — 15 from here, 15 from there — spending the summer together, learning each other’s languages and culture.

His sister Mercedes “Meche” Gomez-Abascal spent the 1981-1982 school year living at my family’s house, and attending Gunn, although ironically her best friend from Oaxaca Ivonne Ballesteros stayed here too — with the Moore’s or the Power’s I recall — and in some ways Meche missed out on becoming more of our classmate at Gunn. Stupidly, I also had her lovely picture — she was a real peach — Meche the Peche? — put under “A” rather that “G” in the yearbook which might confuse some people, and disrespect her ancestors. This still bothers me.

Memo visited me in Palo Alto for the first time in thirty years, for four nights last month. We got a meeting with Mayor Sid Espinosa, to brainstorm exchanges and initiatives with both Oaxaca and Memo’s employer, Ibero-Americana, a large and highly rated Jesuit University — think, Santa Clara University crossed with UCLA or SF State — there are 2 million Jesuit university students worldwide, he says — he works on continuing education programming and curriculum, and is an engineer — and we also met on Cali Ave incoming Vice Mayor Greg Scharff.

Memo was pleased that Oaxacan cuisine per se was acknowledged here, or example in Ron Kent’s Oaxaca KItchen booth, we checked out one Sunday.

Here I gift Memo a Acoma figurine by Virginia Lowden, a Pueblo Potter I met in Santa Fe last year. I am trading it, belatedly for the barro negro ocarina shaped like a cat I took home from Oaxaca in 1981.

Here I glimpse Memo descending the steps of the Cantor Museum.

Here I spy Memo sampling the tequila at Reposada — I never realized until he me enseno that the name references the aging process of fine spirits.

Memo hopes to return to Palo Alto in March with a group of high tech executives who will tour Stanford and other tech firms; I would gladly assist as driver or unofficial host if called to duty.

Long live the Palo Alto Oaxaca exchange.

Postscript: Although we missed her in December, I ran into not Missy Anderson but her husband Howard Look, at a soiree that arts commissioner (Jim and) Trish Collins hosted for her or their mutual new neighbors last month, in January, in their lovely professorville home. As befits a former high tech executive assistant, Missy has done the best job of keeping track, by mail, phone and social media, of all the Oaxacans we know or knew. I ran into her parents, Arden and Marilyn Anderson, when Mrs. Anderson testified at the public hearing of the potential community value of the Stanford Hospital expansion and “renewal”.

Reposado

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Cogswell Plaza tourist from China

I met a tourist with a huge camera stalking a black bird and was compelled to try to recruit her for Plastic Alto

As part of my ongoing coverage of Cogswell Plaza and Lytton Plaza, I met this Chinese tourist and asked her to send me her photos of the plaza, for Plastic Alto.

I hope “Yanni” or “Yah Nee” comes through. She was intrigued by a black crow that she stalked. It was her first day here, on a four week sojourn. Happy travels!

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My left foot or fist

French footballer Gael Clichy, from Martiniquis heritage and playing for Manchester City in the Premier League, developed his left foot on the advice of his father, I am reading. Truth be told, I captured this shot merely because I liked the colors.
It is also said that the 27 year old had a near-death experience during surgery for detaching his ring finger after a freak accident, and his heart stopped during the operation.

Life is precious. Time is fleeting. Fate is fickle.

It is MC 0 TOTT 0 at 50:08 as I write this.

MC 1 TOTT 0 at 56″ Samir Nasri

MC 2 TOTT 0 at 59′ Joleon Lescott

MC 2 TOTT 1 at 60′ Jermain Defoe

MC 2 TOTT 2 at 64′ Gareth Bale, Welsh international leftsideder. He gives the signal for “soccer-love” as his celebration:

Gareth Bale, known as the (new) Welsh Wizard shares an overlapping fan base with Epic Recording artists Lostprophets, who have a new cd coming in April. Dig this highlight reel, to “Wake Up”:

Well, this has shifted from a French-tinged Manchester City article to a Welsh-tinged Hotspur story but here’s a wee more from Lostprophets, with as footie gives way to boxing:

edit to add, moments and one other post later: speaking of post, Jermaine Defoe marked closely by Gael Clichy nearly got the gamer, I captured. But then Balotelli got taken down and converted the PK at 94″. Pretty good test, if I was slightly distracted trying to edit by photos. Manchester City, 3 Tottenham 2

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John Hawkes as Mark O’Brien

Am I the only one who wants to hear Jessica Yu on “The Surrogate” a new Hollywood release about the life of writer Mark O’Brien. Jessica Yu won an Academy Award for her documentary on Mark O’Brien, “Breathing Lessons”.

The movie stars John Hawkes as Mark O’Brien. Well, I hope they pick Teddy Franco to play me some day. I had to avoid making a bad joke in the headline about the title that Hawkes was nominated for: “Winter’s Bone”. Also, he was in a band in Austin, I read, called Meat Joy.

Jessica Yu and I grew up about a half-mile from each other. She was a year behind me at Gunn High, and a features editor of the newspaper, before Yale. I knew her sister Jennifer Yu slightly better; I thought of Jen as a track athlete, but the true athletic prowess of all the Yus is fencing. Jennifer was National Champion collegiately for Stanford, while her cousin Elliot Shu was men’s champion. I wrote about them for Times Tribune in 1984. Jes was featured in U.S. Olympic team ads.

I was flattered when in the local Palo Alto papers, apropos of her school days, the Oscar winner recalled our spoof on Jim Harbaugh, who was at Paly.

Mark O’Brien had post-Polio syndrome and was a prolific writer. He lived in an Iron Lung, and on a gurney. While I doubt the therapist he worked with the wrote about looked like Helen Hunt, I think she should take a bow nonetheless. I recall being quite moved by Yu’s film, but did not recall the sex part. Slate excerpts O’Brien’s writing, which I cut and pasted thusly:
After she got off the mattress, she took a large mirror out of her tote bag. It was about two feet long and framed in wood. Holding it so that I could see myself, Cheryl asked what I thought of the man in the mirror. I said that I was surprised I looked so normal, that I wasn’t the horribly twisted and cadaverous figure I had always imagined myself to be. I hadn’t seen my genitals since I was six years old. That was when polio struck me, shriveling me below my diaphragm in such a way that my view of my lower body had been blocked by my chest. Since then, that part of me had seemed unreal.

I recall identifying with something Mark said about how we are co-creators of the world with a Higher Power. God bless.

The new film, which I heard about on Access Hollywood or somesuch — I had to rewind to see if I heard that right — is called “The Surrogate.”

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Fueled by Dohatsuten

I’ve been to the Ramen Tapas place twice in the last half-week. Dohatsuten, at 799 San Antonio Road, in South Palo Alto, near Charleston/Middlefield, about as south as you can go and not be in Mountain View, near the JCC.

I live, meanwhile, about as north as you can go and not be in Menlo Park, or in the creek, about 7.5 miles away.

The young clerk, T_ TH_, said my imitation of the characters that spell Dohatsuten — three, I am guess DOH AT and SUTEN, though I may be wrong — are passable, but she said she has no idea what the term means, the owner made it up.

I am on a Japanizma kick; I have a Japanese initiative similar to ones I also have for Mexico/Oaxaca and for Botswana/South Africa/Zimbabwe.

Coinkydinky, I grabbed a cd from the library endcap, Cute is What We Aim For “The Same Old Blood Rush With a New Touch” and gave it about six minutes, a minute each of tracks 1, 2, 3 and, because of the title, 12 (“Teasing To Please: Left Side Strong Side”). I am about five or six years behind, on my CIWWAF.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oP-WT3apPwA

I like the song title more than the music itself but I would say, in their favor, respectable, WARPy, if I had a niece or daughter in love with the singer I would not think myself anymore of a failure than I already do, et cetera.

Actually, I caught up by phone — and this is really jumping around — to my West Indian initiative, which is basically defunct — to chat with Professor Doctor Joanna Morris, a professor at Hampshire College in Amherst, Mass., although she lives in Northampton very near the Iron Horse, who I met at Dartmouth and who is also a Rhodes Scholar. She has a young five, Dominic, or Nicki, and I promised to send her the cd of my near-client (near-clients and half-weeks, I am trey po-mo) Essence Goldman, who writes of dinosaurs from the perspective of her youngster, with mucho aplomb (which her kid would hear as “cookie”, the way he heards “Roxanne” as “rock sand” – man, I digress).

Fueled by Dohatsuten and Philz, I should admit.

Was also trippin’ on the fact that “Yes Man” passed thru our info-catcher (not the brand name tivo kind) and I caught or trapped or taped or captured about an hour of it — I was hoping to grab the scene I wrote about before, about “Jumper” by my former client Kevin Cadogan, I mean, I think the song has four split writing credits and I noticed, and grabbed, a freeze frame and cellphone photo of the credits and it just said “By Stephan Jenkins” so I am wondering.

You can squint at my photo and get that I will also have to listen for “Hyper Enough” by Superchunk (MacCaughan, Ballance, Wilbur and Wurster –that comes out a little too easily, I have to admit). I once bought a ticket to “Jerky Boys: the movie” just to listen for a Superchunk sync license.

Anyhow, I should probably lay off the miso, and too much coffee, because I am hyper enough as it is.

Footie:

1) Spoke to Cody Sanderson, the Pueblo silver artist but I am not telling why.

2) Tried to reach Jody Naranjo;

3) Looking forward to hearing lawyer Kate Fitzgibbons at the DeYoung next week;

4) Made a small donation to KCSM jazz station and Chuy Varela announced it on air as “in honor of Eliseo Fajardo, a cousin of the noted jazz pianist Helen Sung.”

5) Had lunch with my coach Hans Delannoy and his pops, Mr. Delannoy, who said he is a fan of Rafael Nadal and following the Australian Open.

6) I am psyched or intrigued by a poster for Molly Bell’s “Becoming Brittney” to show at the old Century domes in San Jose, near Winchester. As I like to say — and I want to give her a chance to refute or augment — I met Molly in New York in the lobby of Public Theatre when Stew’s “Passing Strange” was just a tiny chilombican and therefore believe that there is a little stew in molly and vice versa.

7) I wonder why the paisanos beat Joe Portagee so badly in Chapter XII in Steinbeck’s “Tortilla Flat” and moreover, does anybody else think that “Portagee” is code for Cape Verdean or something? My Dominican friends here once told me that back in the day, in Rosseau, “portaguese” was code for “Jewish”, while “Syrian” was code for anybody from the Levant.

8) Hurrah for Rob Syrett at Caffe Centro and look for him this fall at Cafe Zoe.

That’s all I got, timewise.

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Bobbito Garcia Fan Club Chapter 650

I met Bobbito Garcia because he and his friend sat down next to me at Brown Sugar soul food kitchen in Oakland. I happened to be packing a couple vintage basketball cards, in this case I think they were Rich Kelley the former Woodside High and Stanford and NBA Jazz player — who my coach Hans Delannoy played against for Cubberley, and who some remember as a tennis star to boot — and Lloyd Free. I actually went back to my car to retrieve a larger stack of about 30 cards I had been lugging for no reason in particular, after Bobbito asked to peep out the first two.

Bobbito Garcia is a Wesleyan grad with, his resume says, 30 years experience playing playground basketball and “running fulls”. He’s also a music buff, a dj and writer. I found a link to him being profiled by Soledad O’Brien on CNN. He said his current project is a film on basketball called “Doin’ It In the Streets” which I cannot wait to see — he sent me a link to a trailer — and I also think that Palo Alto International Film Festival, in its second year – -should reach out to Bobbito and try to get the Bay Area premier.

I’m just saying.

Check this out, meanwhiles: music by Spam All Stars called “City of Progress”:

another thing: we were looking at a Walt Frazier card –it is Topps 1974 I think, Clyde was in Cleveland – and he pointed out to his friend Rolando that Frazier was not wearing Pumas — he knew there was something else the guy was into temporarily. And I had just bought a pair of black Pumas from Aaron Biner’s “Premier” on Ramona Street in Palo Alto 94301 yo and actually went in their yesterday my 48th birthday and bought from Trang Nguyen a slightly dated OBEY hat – to sort of self-goof — I mean Shepard Fairey is cool but kind of passe — I did with Rob Syrett’s help MAL SHARPE HAS A POSSE in 2009 — so I always look funny at some young hipster with OBEY on, or I am cynical or skeptical about Talenthouse on Emerson in Palo Alto claiming to PAPAC that they want to sponsor something in the community and will bring in Shepherd Fairey to work with the kids. Um, ask Justin Giarla, or um, even the hipster, what did I call them, hipster spooks at Palantir have moved on to Dabs and Mylo, but I am off topic. Big ups (do people say that still?) or mazel tov to Mr. Garcia and his film. My mouth to God’s um killer crossover or behind the ear.

eta: I bought my Pumas in June, here’s a link, then a couple months later they called and gave me the WCF signed ball they had in in-store display, which I then got Mildred Howard and other people from “Clear Story” story to sign, but not Sid Espinosa who was posing with so many others I was waiting my opening. And noting that both Bobby and Sid our Wesleyans I may have to track down our ex-Mayor and get him to belatedly sign the game ball from that day and ask him if he’ll help bring “Doin’ It” to Palo Alto. I’m just saying>”Doin it”>I’m just doin’ it>Do it>Just Do it>consider it done. Watch me now watch me now:

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Cut ties and tight cuts

(this riff is temporarily postponed but for now enjoy vinage Von Iva doing “LALA”)

Rob Schneider – name popped up when I logged in today, new show “Rob”
Adam Werbach – of Sierra Club and Saatchi; ran into at art opening
Clare Rojas – artist
Saatchi – ad agency, art collectors, employed in SF Rob Schneider’s auntie
Melinda Lopez – real deal writer director teacher Cubana-mama and my classmate, at Dartmouth
Kevin Cadogan – former client, co-wrote “Jumper”
Jumper – used digetically by Jim Carrey in “Yes Man”
Yes man Jim Carey (Steve Cohen may have been stand-in?)
Von Iva LALA — backed Zoey in “Yes Man”, wrote music for film;
Scissors for Lefty – ran into Daniel Garza at soul food kitchen — shared management with Von Iva, my friend of Zazzle Joyce Williams
Bobbito Garcia – another cool guy I happened to meet at Sugar Shack

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Happy birthday to me from Palo Alto’s Finest

Today is my birthday but so far the only present I have received is a $46 parking ticket from Palo Alto Police Agent David Lee.
My car was packed at Lytton Plaza because I have been pretty much working around the clock since Wedesday on the issue of First Amendment rights, music, noise ordinances and a bogus staff report suggesting we ban amplifiers willy-nilly.
For instance, at about 9:55 a.m. I spoke with Barbara, who is Chief Dennis Burns’ administrative assistant, to try to get clarification on incidents that happened Wednesday afternoon at Lytton. I have not heard from Dennis but I did get a quick response from Captain Ron Watson. I missed his first call, within the hour — because I was in Dr. Jordanna Finnegan’s literature class “Poverty and Inequality in America” at Foothill, but called him back around 11 and we spoke for about 20 minutes and compared views on the situation and issues.
The night before I traded voice mails with Deirdre Crommie, whose brother in law Derek Stafford I recall as a Gunn baseball star, who is responding to the staff report as part of her duties at Parks and Recreation commissioner, along with Pat Markevitch and Ed Laiung. Pat and I, along with Sue Webb, who is the Rosa Parks of Lytton Plaza, talked from by cell Wednesday night, and then Pat and I had an impromptu meeting in front of the bank building where Palo Alto Downtown was discussing the item Thursday morning.
Russ Cohen, the PADBID’s $70,000 a year mouthpiece and I enjoyed a lively talk about slide-guitar, public art and the First Amendment, while I was sitting in the same soon-to-be-offensively parked car, for about 20 minutes around 6 p.m.

I left my car parked at the Plaza, 500 Emerson block, at University, next to “Digital DNA” by Maltz and Varela, and walked home; I live in downtown North. I left the car there because I was intending to return after dinner and sit in with Sue Webb’s jam session.
But my girlfriend — the homeowner and arts commissioner — persuaded me to snuggle in front of the tv — we actually watched the German version of the Ron Jones Cubberley “The Wave” story — about “autocracy” — and after walking the dog, she and Frida drove me back to fetch my buggy.

I was actually pulling out — Terry went through the green light — when two officers tapped on my hood and asked me to re-park. Agent David Lee and his fellow public servant said that they had tried to phone me but had no luck. I realized soon enough that at 5 p.m. I had parked somewhere that at 11 p.m. becomes a taxi stand. I was vaguely aware of the general concept but not the specifics since I don’t drink that much in public and I live within blocks of downtown. I rarely use those cabs.

I offered a version of the above to the two officers, as much for my amusement as curiosity to what it would get me. I thanked the officers for their service to our community. I asked how much this would cost me and Agent Lee replied, as it is written on the sheet, $46.

One way to look at it: it cost me $46 for all that I learned to today talking with public officials and public safety about this issue. It’s like a tuition.

And it could have been worse: he said he cancelled the tow truck he had called to remove me; I might have had to pay the tow and stow fee.

On the other hand, since he had not actually written the ticket when I had pulled out of the space, he could have let me go with a warning. I’ve said several times to various people in varying wordings: the amount of staff time and civilian time spent reacting to what is basically the case of a very few individuals — at the Jan. 4 meeting I was in a member of the Friends of Lytton Plaza who is also a former commissioner said it is only two people who support this “draft ordinance” — two very powerful people with seemingly magic ability to get staff and public safety to turn their words into action — turned into bad prospective or actual if not de jure public policy. So on top of about 20 hours I’ve put into this round of Lytton Plaza For The People Not Just The Business, I am $46 in the hole.

I think the taxi stand is a good idea if it saves drunkards from trying to drive. On the other hand, at 12:30 there were about ten taxis lined up and parked on both sides of street– I forgot to count if they were all facing the proper direction or following the parallel versus diagonal suggestions — and no drunkards — so although Agent Lee implied that he had given me a 90 minute grace period, practically speaking my car was not really in the way and would not have been until after last call when, and I can only take their word on it, there is a run on taxis and it can get pretty dicey.

But in this case Agent David Lee was working for the taxi companies, the landlords and the pubs and not for me or you my neighbors and voters and taxpayers and citizens of Palo Alto.

So if Agent David Lee thinks, or is instructed to milk citizens like me for every $46 he is probably also costing us in public relations, good will and other externalities. In the same way I, ironically, oppossed Measure D on the grounds that by attacking public safety collective bargaining rights we could end up getting less for each dollar we pay to (potentially disgruntled) public safety.

Also, and ironically, as we discussed John Steinbeck’s “Tortilla Flat” in Dr. Finnegan’s Foothill class today, I compared a scene in that book to the fact that at Occupy movements the people are asking Police to change sides and march with the rest of the working class. But, and I heard this on NPR or KPFA, a spokesperson from PR Watch in Madison, police seem more likely to consider dissent a form of violence than the did in previous recent history and California police, such as in Davis — and apparently their counterparts in Arizona – are quicker to use pepper spray than the they do Wisconsin.

My citation number is 50567 if anyone who bought pizza to support Paly High Wednesday — Sue Webb, Joel Betts and I, afraid to make music in Lytton after being misinformed by this same Agent Lee and his normal partner Kono about the enforceability of the proposed ban on amplifiers and something about “permits” spent 30 minutes imploring passersby by talk mikes only to “support Paly, buy Pizza” — identifies so greatly with my plight or my actions. I will hold off paying this for a few days — I think you can, hypothetical helpers — just walk up and offer over say $20 to the nice people at 250 Hamilton and say “I want to help pay down citation 50567” and hand over your money.  Thanks (and this, from the guy who would not take donations when I ran for City Council in 2009; I will edit to add to see if clerks will actually take amicus or third party donations on this.

I won’t fight this per se.

My main point is that our existing ordinance is fine. The proposed ban on amplifiers is like throwing the baby out with the bathwater. The staff report weighs a small set of individuals views more than the input of the citizens and commissioners. Sue Webb deserves a Mayoral Proclamation rather than to be made to cry by boys in blue. And I think we should work to educate our neighbors about public safety and their unions to repeal Measure D and maybe then we would get — and we should demand — the highest standards of conduct and performance from our employees, civil servants and public safety.

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Hello, Gunn genius Jin Pan

I am dedicating this quirky version (or can I say “quarky version?”) of the famous old song “Hello, My Baby” to Henry M. Gunn High senior Jin Pan, a finalist in the prestigious Intel Talent Seach contest, for science.

My understanding is that the Intel Contest was formerly known as the Westinghouse Contest. I heard this from Charles, Steven and Eric Cohen — fellow Gunn grads — whose father Paul J. Cohen won the contest years ago, and went on to win a Fields Prize. (This came up apropos of writing here, below, about Evan O’Dorney of Danville).

Now of course I wonder, brilliant, yes, but can he play? (Music). I am guessing, yes. And if Amy Chow (gymnastics) and Ladoris Cordell (law) can give music recitals, so should our Jin Pan. And if he is willing to play on Ramona Street between Gore Mansour and what used to be Rainbow Ice Cream, I will lead the band in terms of having that site renamed Jin Pan Alley.

outro with another weird crowd-sourced version of “Hello…”, from 1899, an was recorded not by Intel or Westinghouse but on an Edison 5470:

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