Archive for November, 2002

11.25.02 THEY DO NOT MOVE
A while ago, Paul Ford did a piece on Sex in the City forThe Morning News. It was funny. Observe:
“I prefer to imagine the show as a black-box play from the 1970s with Beckettian overtones, three women on an empty stage, looking at the audience, speaking in monotones:
1: I […]

11.25.02 JFK DIES YET ANOTHER WAY
I wrote another review for Film Critic. This one’s on Interview with the Assassin, which you should see.

11.21.02 A VICTOR AND HER SPOILS
If I’m the first bidder on an eBay item, I get inexplicably territorial. It’s the electronic version of peeing on a tree. When someone else bids, my competitive spirit kicks in. “Back off, girlie. Do you doubt my ability to go the distance for this pop-blue parka with fuzzy […]

11.20.02 URBAN LIT
Me: Did you hear the guy behind us reciting his poetry to that poor girl?
Him: Yeah. That was terrible.
Me: (Haughty-Poet voice)“I recite rather well. Would you like to hear something?”
Him: (Beat-Poet voice) “This poem is entitled “Unremarkable Poem.” You can tell it is a poem because I � am� […]

11.19.02 WINDOWMASTER
The bus was crowded and hot this morning. A gentleman standing next to me leaned over two seated passengers to crack the window. This displeased the man sitting by the window. He crinkled his nose and leaned far back in his seat. He waited five blocks, and then closed the window again. The […]

11.18.02 ONE LOVE
Black People Love Us! Somebody get these folks a job at the Onion.

11.14.02 YOU LOOK MAHVELOUS
The Morning News just posted my second women’s fashion piece. This one is about color and why you should be wearing more. Also, trunkshow tonight. See the post just below this.

11.13.02 MIA
I haven’t been around here much lately because I’ve been working on jewelry and little magnets for the 826 Valencia trunkshow. If you live in San Francisco, you should head over the pirate store tomorrow night and say hi to me. I’ll be hawking my mighty wares (what a fantastic euphemism that would […]

11.07.02 HEAR ME ROAR
Bryan’s brother came to visit for Halloween. We were Siegfried, Roy, and a drunk Tiger.

11.06.02 WHAT’S EATING YOU
Jocelyn’s daughter is going through the NO stage. Please read Backseat Driver over at Bucolic Front. It will make you laugh.

PRESSING CONCERNS
I wrote a short piece on local poetry presses for SF Station.