'Bred Crumbs
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03.13.02
06:04 PM
(Wonders glimpsed between giant stacks of work and desperate attempts to resuscitate an ailing home computer:)
It was a Mad TV* sketch come horribly to life.
Early one Friday night, we awaited seating at the Castro Pasta Pomodoro. There were only two other parties in line besides us; the hostess was off serving someone. In stormed a large, lumpy man wearing a T-shirt with the giant visage of a Disney dwarf and a garish display of his name: Grumpy. Behind the man were his smaller visual echo of a wife and a pudgy boy, presumably their son.
After only a few moments, he began loudly expressing how unhappy he was at being inconvenienced with less-than-instantaneous service. "I can't believe the hostess is just standing around keeping us waiting" (which she wasn't). "Let's go to Fuzio's!" he harrumphed. And off his flock waddled to an even smaller pasta joint two long blocks away. Behind them, a whole restaurant breathed a sigh of communal thanks.
* And if you're still watching Saturday Night Live, why? It's been awful for years, even having Jon Stewart as host one week doesn't redeem it, and Tina Fey isn't that funny. If you must watch sketch comedy on Saturday night, switch over to the well-written, non-cue-card-dependent show on Fox. Let's work together to push SNL to its ready-and-waiting grave.
It was a Mad TV* sketch come horribly to life.
Early one Friday night, we awaited seating at the Castro Pasta Pomodoro. There were only two other parties in line besides us; the hostess was off serving someone. In stormed a large, lumpy man wearing a T-shirt with the giant visage of a Disney dwarf and a garish display of his name: Grumpy. Behind the man were his smaller visual echo of a wife and a pudgy boy, presumably their son.
After only a few moments, he began loudly expressing how unhappy he was at being inconvenienced with less-than-instantaneous service. "I can't believe the hostess is just standing around keeping us waiting" (which she wasn't). "Let's go to Fuzio's!" he harrumphed. And off his flock waddled to an even smaller pasta joint two long blocks away. Behind them, a whole restaurant breathed a sigh of communal thanks.
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The alphabetical shelves of DVDs at Tower reveal a lack of font-and-color imagination lately in the graphics department at Universal:· · ·
Until a week ago, I had never heard the apparently old saying about "lies, damned lies, and statistics." Then I heard it twice in one day from completely different sources. Weird.· · ·
Finally, words of brilliance from my new hero, San Francisco Chronicle columnist Mark Morford, in a recent edition of his beautifully angry daily newsletter, The Morning Fix:Sometimes I ... do indeed get a bit beaten down by the oft-distressing media white noise, the seemingly neverending firehose of appalling soul-curdling violence and proof that we're not evolving nearly as well as we could be, if at all. Ah well. That's why god, who doesn't exist, invented margaritas and porn and dancing and poetry and the firm talented tongue of your lover.
* And if you're still watching Saturday Night Live, why? It's been awful for years, even having Jon Stewart as host one week doesn't redeem it, and Tina Fey isn't that funny. If you must watch sketch comedy on Saturday night, switch over to the well-written, non-cue-card-dependent show on Fox. Let's work together to push SNL to its ready-and-waiting grave.
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Pictured: Rubble from the destruction of the Central Freeway, San Francisco, April 2003. Photos by the author.
Pictured: Views from San Francisco Bay, July 2003. Photos by the author.
Pictured: Videogames projected onto a wall from an Atari 2600, July 2003. Photos by the author.
Pictured: Ranch near Hollister, New Year's Day 2003. Photos by the author.
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