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Plastic Alto welcomes Robert Syrett pop up flash art flash menagerie and suite
Robert made a couple posters for Earthwise, back when he worked for Gil. Then one day he was evicted from his apartment and I agreed to take on a suite of works on paper, that I imagined selling out of … Continue reading
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Tagged david shields, matmos, robert syrett, scott shields, wallace stegner
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The tough, the strong
For certain members of the Gunn student body and community, the pulse must quicken with anticipation this week and perhaps for the next 12 days, a rarified situation created by Gunn’s selection to the Central Coast Section basketball tournament. The … Continue reading
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Tagged alex dersh, alex gil-fernandez, benjamin whorf, bill bradley, brandynn williams, cameron lee, chuck hildebrand, david clay large, david shields, don delillo, ellery queen, ernest hemingway, george packer, gunn basketball, gunn oracle, hal riney, hans delannoy, harry hillman, Hopi, james diego vigil, jeffrey lee-heidenreich, jerry chang, john mcphee, john reid, kent lockhart, king james bible, lawson robertson, LiAngelo Ball, louis l'amour, matt passell, peter diepenbrock, stacy keach, tim sun, tommy jordan, victor frost, wallace stegner, white noise
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I think I’m totally wrong
I borrowed Garth Stein “Racing in the Rain” today from library mainly because I think David Shields lauds it. A quick search is iffy” Shields jokes about Stein in his new book “I think you’re totally wrong”. isn’t this going … Continue reading
Wild reveals
“Wild” reveals what some of us have long suspected: that plot is the enemy of truth, and that images and emotions can carry meaning more effectively than neatly packaged scenes or carefully scripted character arcs. I stole that fro the … Continue reading
Jodi is smarter than her meter; or, 8888 w. Jodi w. SEIU
SNAKE ANTHONY IS NOT A SMALL JAPANESE WOMAN NOR IS OR WAS JODI BALL, S.E.I.U (In the course of a 12-week campaign leading up to my name on the ballot as candidate, member, Palo Alto City Council, I am slightly … Continue reading
Posted in media, music, Plato's Republic, sex, words
Tagged beth lisick, col. bruce hampton, david shields, jodi ball, john medeski, medeski martin wood, snake anthony
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Shields 224 (on R.Stern), ‘Damn right I’m no body’ & 10 day schedule
As I started to write this, waiting for my breakfast burrito, my table overcrowded with books and papers, I knock the plastic case of my reading glasses from the high top to the floor, and bending over I notice that … Continue reading
Not a genuine Filseth
I met a man who looked a lot like Eric Filseth, especially looking at him across the room, with my reading glasses. Earlier, I shouted out to James Lyons the dramatician. (He endorses me, I think, or at least signed … Continue reading
Posted in media, Plato's Republic, sex
Tagged antigua, david shields, eric filseth, mark weiss, plastic alto, rotary international
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David Shields Nine Twenty-four
David Shields is in San Jose Wednesday evening and Thursday nooner. The Palo Alto Weekly ran an add Friday. From Reality Hunger, 9: One author pilfers the best of another and calls it reality hunger From Reality Hunger, 24: In … Continue reading
Two new true Ray Johnson books
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 … Continue reading
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Tagged Bhagavad Gita, david shields, j.d. salinger, michael kimmelman, Peets, qbert, ray johnson, seymour glass, shane salerno, siglio books
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My fullish heartpack
Shlepping about two stone in my The North Face pack, to Menalto not Ladakh, to sip-and-post, because two ongoing threads merged: Shields and Salerno mention that Salinger’s short story “Uncle Wiggly” was made into a shlocky Hollywood film, Title TBA, … Continue reading