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10.04.02
Screw The Real World, here's where I want the cameras: in the house shared by five baseball players for the Oakland A's, as described and photographed by the San Francisco Chronicle.
10.03.02
Well, now that you mention it, my ever going to Applebee's was a mistake. A mistake I'll be sure not to repeat in the future.
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In what may be the least surprising news ever, the New York Observer reports that at a recent "comedy" event, standups Marc Maron, Kevin Meaney, and Andy Kindler weren't funny.
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Links indirectly from TV Tattle.
10.01.02
Taking a very convoluted route to the office this morning after an accident snarled the Bay Bridge, I got bored for the moment with the dance station and, flipping channels, stumbled upon KFOG's 10@10 oldies hour. The year was right, so I locked it on. And I wondered:
__ years from now, will the music of this past summer trigger the same waft of nostalgia I feel today when I'm surprised to hear songs from 19__?
Then I self-answered my rhetorical question: probably not. And it has nothing to do with how good/bad music/radio is/was. While it will certainly be fun to hear "Hella Good" or "Chop Suey" or maybe even some horrible Nickelback derivative many years from now, it probably won't invoke the sense of easy joy and freedom from care that even less-than-good music from 19__ does. And that may be because I'm one of the few Americans who doesn't look back on his teenage years and have angst flashbacks. That time was a breeze for me – though, in retrospect, it was also a stealthily simmering stew of missed opportunities and suppressed urges.
I used to joke that I was skipping my adolescence and my midlife crisis, and I would just combine them into one trauma and have it in my 30s. Which of course is exactly what happened.
Also, 19__ in particular was the year I began my long, slow crawl out of my shell, finally discovering a world beyond my neighborhood and state.
When you've made the journey I have – from presumably straight, sheltered Kentuckian to gay, semi-adventurous San Franciscan – Journey's "Lights" is measurably less cheesy coming out of the radio as you're turning onto the Golden Gate Bridge under a lightly clouded blue sky, with the window down and moonroof up, and gorgeous views at all focal distances – from the glimmering blue of the sail-speckled bay below, to the proud International Orange of the art-deco bridge towers above, to the shiny colors of the well-lycraed bicyclist butts beside.
When the lights go down in The Ci-teh. And the sun shines on the Bay.
(Pause for reflection)
And one of the great things about 10@10 is that they play not just hits from the year in question, but also lesser-known album tracks. Today's unexpected treats were "Home and Dry" (some Gerry Rafferty for you, Chris), Alan Parsons' "Can't Take It with You," and best of all, a typically, beautifully twisted Zevon gem, "Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner."
There. That oughta give you enough clues to do the math on my ancientness.
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In the paperback racks at the drugstore was a small book titled Pets' Letters to God.
I was too appalled to look inside.
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