Monthly Archives: September 2009

September 30, 2009

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Those of you who read this blog, few as you may be, know that I’m interested in politics. Unfortunately, politics has become, to me, much less interesting of late.

This is true almost completely because there is no more intellectual contrast between the competing political forces.

There isn’t much interesting in hearing upset citizens calling the president names. I understand being upset with politics. However, calling President Obama (variously and in combination) a “socialist, communist, Marxist, Nazi, Hitler, fascist” is much less than interesting since none of those words apply if we use those words to mean what they have always meant. Oh, I know that it’s radical and communist and Nazi to believe that words have meaning, but still. What is interesting to me is that this name-calling started during the election when Sen. John McCain started calling then-Sen. Barack Obama a “socialist”. After that, his vice-presidential nominee, then-Gov. Sarah Palin, went to town and hasn’t let up. Now, this name calling has expanded to “liar” and has spread through the quarter of the country who still cling to the Republican Party brand out in the hustings. In fact, I’d say the Republican Party leadership in the guise of Mr. Steele the party chairman has joined in when he tries to compare Obama to Stalin and Kim Jong Il in a fundraising letter. Continue reading →

Good-bye Galileo's

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mind/no mind


It was nice to see old friends in a comfortable and familiar place Sunday evening as former staff and long time customers bid the North Paseo anchor adieu.
I spent a lot of time there. They named a cranberry juice and tonic water drink after me. I’m sorry to see it go and think that the whole street will suffer because they were such an important part of First Friday gallery walk and the festival and just flat every weekend. Wednesdays without poetry slam? No open mic Thursdays?
Eleven years is a long time in the restaurant business, so I consider the G-Spot a success.
I’m going to send the tee-shirts to my daughter, I’m not sure I’ve got the stuff to wear them.
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The 12X12

shut up, he explained

shut up, he explained

I told everyone I was going to be at the door taking tickets “early”, but it turns out I did the 730 p.m. to close shift at the OVAC 12X12 show. Saw lots of my peeps and tweeps. I got a flashing star to put on my lapel to indicate that I was a volunteer, but most people couldn’t stand to talk to me while it brightly went from blue to red — it was seizure-inducing, several people said.
I started to “make a night of it” and stopped by Flip’s. Saw Julie P., her enfianced sister and a couple of friends, but after that, on my way to who knows where, I just sort of quit and went home about 10:30 or 11 p.m. Guess I’d been on my feet longer than I thought.
Don’t tell anyone, but I thought the 12X12 was weaker this year than in years past. The economy?
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September 26, 2009

Mesta Festa crowd at 3:30 p.m. Saturday

Mesta Festa crowd at 3:30 p.m. Saturday

This is a shot from Mesta Festa, the annual Mesta Park festival at NW 19th and Shartel.
It was a very laid back “do”. CoopAleWorks and Cafe Evoke and Prohibition Room were there to serve about 2-300 people (at that time).
I’ll be at the 12X12 show taking tickets at the door later tonight. Hope to see you there!
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R.I.P. G-Spot

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Just heard from reliable source that Isis and Galileo’s on Paseo have closed the doors forever. I can’t say how sad this is for me because those places and people have been a big part of my life for a very long time. I think it’s also a big blow to the Paseo community because the G-Spot was such an important part of First Friday and the annual Paseo Fest. Sandy, Tina, Vet … Love you guys and hope it works out well for you after this tough time.
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September 19, 2009

There are three nekkid couples frolicking in the rain outside my house.
A cardinal pair, a mockingbird pair and a bluejay pair are enjoying the rain this morning.

I’ve watched them play, sing, talk, preen and just completely enjoy God’s bathtime. Each pair has kept to itself and the male and female have been quite close together up on the roof, along my front wall and in the Rose of Sharon right outside by studio window.
The female cardinal was particularly talkative, although the bright red male would, on occasion, interrupt briefly.
The mockingbirds put on a duet that included a very long call that included the lyrics and melody of several other songbirds. Cover tunes, you might say.
The bluejay male is a brute, cocky about his manhood and dominance, and he’s shouting at all the other birds to get off his lawn.
Not to anthropromorphize or anything.
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