Journals : 2003 : February

Previously...

1 February 2003 | Link this

So yeah, being fully informed as to its location, we went and drove by Jimmy Stewart's apartment from Vertigo last night after dinner...

Before dinner, of course, we'd relived our respective childhoods, me in the living room with a Banana Splits marathon on Boomerang, and Mark in the office with his new Robotech DVDs. I must admit I'd forgotten how good Jan-Michael Vincent's ass looked when he was parading around Danger Island in those 1969 pants which gave him the perpetual wedgie. And how stupid those Arabian Nights cartoons were...

Dinner seemed a bit of an afterthought in the midst of all that, but it was pretty good too...

2 February 2003 | Link this

I was having a conversation with a friend and co-worker the other day and mentioned in context that I would never marry a pot-smoker. My friend was horrified and demanded an explanation. This has happened to me before, on several occasions. The funny thing is that if I'd announced that I'd never marry a cigarette-smoker (you know, a LEGAL vice), no one would have batted an eye and the chorus of "I understand completely" would have been near-unanimous...

Note that I didn't say that I thought marijuana should be illegal (I don't), but that I didn't particularly care for the idea of a user sharing MY OWN HOME with me. But I guess that, as a San Franciscan, I should be more tolerant when choosing which vices I want to be surrounded by, rating them by way of some pre-approved social acceptability scale rather than by how personally offensive or annoying I find them...

Sorry. That conversation has been bugging me since Thursday and I had to get it off my chest...

3 February 2002 | Link this

Unofficial deadline for getting out of this steaming shithole of a city: the end of the year. Maybe I'll expand later. So how was your weekend?

3 February 2003 Later | Link this

Tolerance: a heartfelt essay.

4 February 2003 | Link this

OK, does anyone REALLY believe that Dubya and his cowboy posse start quaking in their boots whenever San Francisco or San Jose or Berkeley passes a resolution condemning military action? Oh mercy. The folks in Berkeley don't want a war. We'd better pack it in right now, because as Berkeley goes, so goes the nation, right?

Note that the preceding statement has nothing to do with my attitude on any military action, pending or otherwise, but merely with my unending amusement that some city councils believe the federal government has any interest whatsoever in their positions on foreign policy...

5 February 2003 | Link this

So here's to you, Mr. Robinson: you might have a little more credibility if you weren't too chickenshit to include a valid email address in your repeated messages. But screamers like you only like it if no one can answer back or call you on your bullshit, right? I imagine you're a rather timid, ineffectual sort who can only string two words into a sentence when doing so anonymously. But if that's your trip, more power to you. I understand how much easier it is to win an argument when you don't let anyone else play. At least I get a chuckle every couple of weeks...

10 February 2003 | Link this

How could I not love a boy who would willingly spend a Saturday afternoon driving me around so I could take pictures of old supermarkets in Sacramento? It was a good weekend; we ransacked a dying Kmart, hit thrift stores, and ate well on Saturday and then spent Sunday together in the front room playing with our databases (with the shades open so the neighbors could see)...

The only down side was when I tried to introduce Mark to the joys of jerk pork Saturday afternoon. We strolled into a place on Broadway in Sacramento which turned out to be from hell. Anyone know a really kick-ass Jamaican place in San Francisco so I can try again?

10 February 2003 Later | Link this

Wow. Who expected this? Really, I'm shocked...

14 February 2003 | Link this

My Valentine...

14 February 2003 Later | Link this

Gone for the weekend, fleeing the bears, fireworks, and assorted chants and clichés in favor of cafeterias, Googie, and the heretofore unvisited Hollywood branch of Amoeba Records...

I have to laugh every time I hear some peace demonstrator around here crow about how "courageous" it is to demonstrate against war. Courageous? It takes about as much courage to be anti-war in the Bay Area as it does to be anti-abortion in Vatican City.

The lack of a head and hands has stymied efforts to identify the woman, and police can only speculate as to why the knees were missing. Perhaps the knees carried identifying marks, Seyler said, or perhaps they simply didn't fit inside whatever was use to transport the body parts.