Monthly Archives: August 2006

We will not be silent

I think we all know that the world is going into a tailspin of insanity, but when I read this article in the Chronicle, I had my suspicions confirmed. Raed Jarrar was an innocent commuter en route from JFK to Oakland and found himself subject to harassment due to his dress and ethnic origin. Be

SB840

Big news yesterday for the seven million uninsured citizens of California: SB840, a bill designed to create a universal healthcare system for Californians, passed the house and went back up to the Senate. This is the first time in California history that such a bill has passed both houses. The bill is viewed as a

Bridges

I’ve always had a soft spot for bridges. Especially at night, with their spans alight, there’s something about them that reminds me of massive jewels stretching across the blackness. California’s most famous bridge is probably the Golden Gate, which has become an iconic piece of architecture. Of course, the Golden Gate is also a bitch

A Curious Affair

Yesterday was the Asian Art Museum and a survey of the special exhibit on artistic relations between East and West being shown in the Osher Gallery until September Third. Before we looked at the special exhibition, we wandered around the galleries, because this was the first time I’d seen the Asian in its new setting.

Let Loose the Dogs of War

For all those not aware (hippies, those with their heads under a rock, etc), the miliary has been recalling thousands of soldiers under a program known as “Total Force.” The primary reasoning behind Total Force is that it’s a pity to waste a well trained soldier who has completed ou service. Total Force does kind

Spines of pear

So we had dinner at The Bistro last night. It was surprisingly mellow given all the people in town, although we did come in a little on the later side. But it was rather serene. The thing about the Bistro for me is not just that the food is awesome, which it is, but that

Fruit Orgy

water is invisible so the color is indifferent I ate dragonfruit while I was in the City. We were driving down 13 and B was in the backseat gorging himself on an assortment of eclectic fruit purchased at the Berkeley Bowl. I pointed out that he might have trouble at the airport and he decided

Hello 1950

“Guys: A word of advice. Marry pretty women or ugly ones. Short ones or tall ones. Blondes or brunettes. Just, whatever you do, don’t marry a woman with a career.” That’s right kids! Career women are bad for your marriage! This Forbes article makes such a dazzling array of offensive assumptions that it actually, literally,

Happiness is

A giant hug for the person who tracked down the extended version of The Box for me. I thought it was gone forever after my car was robbed. And now I am listening to it on high volume, beer in hand, in the recliner. Thank you, dude. You don’t even know how happy I am

Tasting the Jasmine

It was early afternoon when I struggled awake through a fog of warmth and comfort. It had been a long evening and I was one of the first up thanks to the dastardly deviant who had the audacity to enter my sanctum. I glared at the interloper in the doorway. “Tea,” I croaked. “Tea!” “Beep,”