Gavin Newsom's pet Sunday Streets program returns this summer, and has been expanded to run from March through October. Although I am all for maximizing the recreational and commnuity uses of the City, I do think it's odd to spend so much time, effort, and hype to turn major thoroughfares into temporary parks instead of adequately supporting the City's parks system, or creating new neighborhood parks and promenades (can we get a green belt?). City planning should include the pedestrian and recreational rather than fanfare for temporary street closures.
The SFMTA is celebrating itself for these street closures, which is unsurprising as the San Francisco Metropolitan Transit Authority seems to be against anything that facilitates actual transit.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
project jawline
Personal friend and YouTube vlogger celebrity LittleBigChris has decided that enough is enough. Over the past three years he's slowly put on 30 pounds and now he wants his jawline back.
Chris is calling his quest "Project Jawline" and he has subscribed to Medifast, a food-delivery diet plan (first meal arrived today). I look forward to seeing how well it works. And I wonder how boozing fits into this. Queerty has also taken note, and Chris is flattered (fattered?) that they have compared him to Oprah.
LittleBigChris had to change his YouTube account from "LittleBigChris" to LittleBiggerChris" when YouTube had technical problems with his old account and he had to create a new one with a new name (not, as reported at Queerty, because he had put on some ellbees). Let's wish LittleBiggerChris well on his way to LittleSmallerChris.
Update: Chris has an all-new website/blog.
Chris is calling his quest "Project Jawline" and he has subscribed to Medifast, a food-delivery diet plan (first meal arrived today). I look forward to seeing how well it works. And I wonder how boozing fits into this. Queerty has also taken note, and Chris is flattered (fattered?) that they have compared him to Oprah.
LittleBigChris had to change his YouTube account from "LittleBigChris" to LittleBiggerChris" when YouTube had technical problems with his old account and he had to create a new one with a new name (not, as reported at Queerty, because he had put on some ellbees). Let's wish LittleBiggerChris well on his way to LittleSmallerChris.
Update: Chris has an all-new website/blog.
Pink Party
Last week was the Pink Party in the Redwood Room (I still have a problem saying "Redwood Room" three times fast) at the Clift hotel to benefit the San Francisco Breast Cancer Emergency Fund. The Reedwood Room is always beautiful, but I was surprised at the turnout. There was a big push in the marketing materials to dress pink—heck, it was billed as a "pink party." There was also a marketing push among the gay-listers, gay PR peeps, and the event even featured hot DJ and super sexy gay guy Craig Gaibler. The crowd was almost exclusively clad in black with the only pink on the noses of the young'ns who couldn't hold their pink champagne. The crowd was also decidedly straight, young and preening.
Granted, the modern Redwood Room crowd does tend towards the Marina set, but benefit events tend to attract the beneficial crowd and not the bar posers. Not to say that the crowd wasn't exceptionally pretty, but just on the outside.
Saving my night was some wonderful company—both delightful in themselves and in their unexpected encounter. Shouts to the lovely and pink-participating Sheryl Dare, and her bright friend Kavita—
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—and to fundraiser, former Mr. Gay Rodeo, and finalist for the 2011 Bare Chest Calendar Stephen Taylor, and to handsome couple Tyrone Smith and Craig Gaibler.
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I am happy to know that where there is a good cause, I know I'll run into some good friends.
Flickr set.
Granted, the modern Redwood Room crowd does tend towards the Marina set, but benefit events tend to attract the beneficial crowd and not the bar posers. Not to say that the crowd wasn't exceptionally pretty, but just on the outside.
Saving my night was some wonderful company—both delightful in themselves and in their unexpected encounter. Shouts to the lovely and pink-participating Sheryl Dare, and her bright friend Kavita—
. —and to fundraiser, former Mr. Gay Rodeo, and finalist for the 2011 Bare Chest Calendar Stephen Taylor, and to handsome couple Tyrone Smith and Craig Gaibler.
. I am happy to know that where there is a good cause, I know I'll run into some good friends.
Flickr set.
March against Muni stomped by Muni drivers
The March Against Muni was poorly attended, and by accounts was completely overwhelmed by Muni union marchers who showed up and show downed the young angry riders.
Muni/SF MTA continue to abuse their ridership
Well, it seems that the SFMTA has now completely messed up the fast pass situation for City riders. The Muni sitch just keeps getting worse and worse.
Monday, March 01, 2010
pack up the blanket and cork the wine
Seattle-based online image editor Picnik has been bought by Google. I hope they stay interoperable with Flickr (owned by Google's competitor Yahoo!).
off to the races
Race relations in America is a complex issue, and merits exploration and amelioration. What's bothering me in this recent spat of racial accusations and offenses is the pretense that somehow racism is simple.
Two race-related topics have come up in recent conversations, and I think both dovetail into the same human diversity quagmire.
First of all, there is the batshit crazy going down at UC Berkeley and UC San Diego. A student protest against increasing student fees in Berkeley somehow turned into a "UC Regent's are racists" riot resulting in fires and violence in the streets around campus. Honestly, the Governor and the Legislature need some schooling—the UC PTB's hands are pretty tied. The State controls the UC budget, and setting fire to local businesses and sandwich shops that are having a hard enough time making ends meet as it is does nothing to lower student fees, lobby the legislature, or rally anyone to their cause. There is mob mentality, and then there is just plain stupid. One would hope that by enrolling in UC Berkeley, the stupid might be mitigated. Apparently they can only offer knowledge, not intelligence. (As Ron White says, "you can't fix stupid.") I don't understand why a student would think setting fire to his neighborhood would affect state financial policy decisions. Then again, I don't understand why some people set fire to their own city when their sports team wins/loses.
On the heels of the UCB "riot," some dumbasses in SoCal decided to host a "Compton Cookout." I think that should be the beginning of a conversation on SoCal race relations and not the end.
Y'all know I love a theme party. Is this idea so egregious? Reading the coverage in the paper, and the text of the original invite, probably. But the "Compton Cookout" is not the issue, and should not be the focus. The offense at and reaction to this party are merely indicators of a real problem that no one wants to examine. It's not about the party, or the theme.
I got into a thoughtful discussion about this with some peers and it came down, as it often does, to a matter of theory versus practice. In theory, there should be nothing intrinsically wrong with the theme party. The hosts wanted to have a ghetto-themed party, and there are some stereotypes to be played with there (seriously, pull up your pants). Frankly any subculture with easily-identifiable stereotypes is fodder for satire, imitation, and humor. They weren't saying all black people are ghetto, and the lure of alliteration easily led to the name "Compton Cookout." If they had had a Castro Cookout and filled with with a mockery of gay guys, it might still be offensive, but I would also get the funny. I would also not find a Castro Cookout offensive if I were invited and got to make fun of my own culture's stereotypes. Offensive here, again as it usual does, stems from intent. Had a black fraternity chose to hose a ghetto-themed party with stereotype costumes and menu, would it have been offensive? White folks have "White Trash" or "Trailer Trash" parties all the time—is it that different? Yes, but only because race is involved.
As a native Nashvillian I have to put up with hick stereotypes all the time. National news outlets seem to seek out the most dentally deficient locals to interview after any local tragedy or major event. But I can host a white trash party and not imply that all whites are trash.
If the white rural people I've mocked at white trash parties had a Castro Cookout and ended it with a round of Smear the Queer—a game I was forced to play in elementary school by the way—it would be a completely different issue. What if I held a theme birthday party for my dear friend and Jew and dentist and called it Fiddler on the Tooth? What if I had a Bollywood-themed party where we danced as if we were screwing in lightbulbs, blew tempra paint at each other, and finished with a wet sari scene? Is that racist?
Again, I believe it's a matter of intent, which is much harder to examine. (It was raised tonight that it is also a matter of sophistication of the subculture in question—those who can get a joke and those who cling to the chips on their respective shoulders as a matter of identify, or lack thereof. Even the Irish aren't offended by the boozy stereotype at Saint Patrick's Day; instead they embrace it.)
While I would invite gays to my Castro Cookout, I probably would not invite white trash to my Cooter Cookout. White trash parties do not imply that all white people are trash. Analogously, a ghetto party does not, in itself, imply that all people of color are ghetto.
In theory.
In practice, of course it does. Racism is implied. But my question is: why? And the possible answers to that question should be able to be discussed without voices rising, tempers flaring, or names called.
In theory, a private party with a theme (this was not an official PiKA party as reported in some places, nor was it on campus, just a private party in town) should not be a big deal if it is good-natured white trash or ghetto chic. However; in practice, someone should have had the good sense to recognize a terrible idea and nipped it in the bud. How on earth could these organizers, presumably students, not see that a potential shitstorm could follow?
And we're back to the stupid problem.
Or are they, in fact, total bigots who meant it to be offensive, which although still a matter of stupid should be severely disciplined. As often with racist acts, offensive is meant to be intimidating. In which case God-like wrath should be descended upon the Klan Kookout. The more I learn about the context of this party, the more I am inclined to believe the malicious intent. And if not outright malicious, it seems to have sent a message to young people of color that they are not welcome at UCSD. If anyone should be unwelcome at UC Anywhere, it should be those that would intimidate and discriminate against their peers.
This morning I heard about three girls who hung a noose in the library at UCSD. Out of context, a knot is a knot. But this intent was clear, and is just a whole bunch of Holy Crap WTF?! There is no gray (no pun intended) area there. The students reportedly turned themselves in to campus police after an investigation started. I was just surprised it was girls who did it. (Is that sexist?)
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The other race-related discussion this week came about from viewing old commercials on YouTube, particularly the 1960s ads for La Choy Chinese food. I find these fascinating from a cultural anthropology point of view, including history of television, fast food, packaged food, and perception of minorities in America, and American media. The first series of ads for La Choy featured the La Choy Dragon, one of the first productions of Jim Henson and his muppet workshop. Is the dragon racist? I'm not so sure.
And the more I think about it, the less I find the dragon racist. This 1960s ad for jello however, I think crosses a line:
However, it is fascinating to me from a historical point of view. Andwe have been mocking this ad by referring to each other and pretty much anyone as "Chinese Baby." Which brings me to my final thought (tonight) on perceived racism, which is that racism is about intent, and as such can be honestly and virtuously hilarious. Black comedians can be hilarious and tell black jokes. Rednecks can tell redneck jokes. There is a difference between racist humor, and race-based humor.
New friend Denise put me onto her friend's Twitter/Facebook feed. She's a copy writer and beyond funny. She is of Mexican heritage. Her husband and father of her child is not. She refers to her own infant as "Selfish White Baby."
"Selfish White Baby is taking up all my time." Caption to kid in kiddie pool: "We had to tape together trash bags for a slip-n-slide. Selfish White Baby doesn't care how good she has it." Caption to stern-faced pose on Kris Kringle's lap "Selfish White Baby thinks Santa can suck it."
I am in love with Selfish White Baby. I think there should be action sets and marketing tie-ins.
Is that racist?
Two race-related topics have come up in recent conversations, and I think both dovetail into the same human diversity quagmire.
First of all, there is the batshit crazy going down at UC Berkeley and UC San Diego. A student protest against increasing student fees in Berkeley somehow turned into a "UC Regent's are racists" riot resulting in fires and violence in the streets around campus. Honestly, the Governor and the Legislature need some schooling—the UC PTB's hands are pretty tied. The State controls the UC budget, and setting fire to local businesses and sandwich shops that are having a hard enough time making ends meet as it is does nothing to lower student fees, lobby the legislature, or rally anyone to their cause. There is mob mentality, and then there is just plain stupid. One would hope that by enrolling in UC Berkeley, the stupid might be mitigated. Apparently they can only offer knowledge, not intelligence. (As Ron White says, "you can't fix stupid.") I don't understand why a student would think setting fire to his neighborhood would affect state financial policy decisions. Then again, I don't understand why some people set fire to their own city when their sports team wins/loses.On the heels of the UCB "riot," some dumbasses in SoCal decided to host a "Compton Cookout." I think that should be the beginning of a conversation on SoCal race relations and not the end.
Y'all know I love a theme party. Is this idea so egregious? Reading the coverage in the paper, and the text of the original invite, probably. But the "Compton Cookout" is not the issue, and should not be the focus. The offense at and reaction to this party are merely indicators of a real problem that no one wants to examine. It's not about the party, or the theme.
I got into a thoughtful discussion about this with some peers and it came down, as it often does, to a matter of theory versus practice. In theory, there should be nothing intrinsically wrong with the theme party. The hosts wanted to have a ghetto-themed party, and there are some stereotypes to be played with there (seriously, pull up your pants). Frankly any subculture with easily-identifiable stereotypes is fodder for satire, imitation, and humor. They weren't saying all black people are ghetto, and the lure of alliteration easily led to the name "Compton Cookout." If they had had a Castro Cookout and filled with with a mockery of gay guys, it might still be offensive, but I would also get the funny. I would also not find a Castro Cookout offensive if I were invited and got to make fun of my own culture's stereotypes. Offensive here, again as it usual does, stems from intent. Had a black fraternity chose to hose a ghetto-themed party with stereotype costumes and menu, would it have been offensive? White folks have "White Trash" or "Trailer Trash" parties all the time—is it that different? Yes, but only because race is involved.
If the white rural people I've mocked at white trash parties had a Castro Cookout and ended it with a round of Smear the Queer—a game I was forced to play in elementary school by the way—it would be a completely different issue. What if I held a theme birthday party for my dear friend and Jew and dentist and called it Fiddler on the Tooth? What if I had a Bollywood-themed party where we danced as if we were screwing in lightbulbs, blew tempra paint at each other, and finished with a wet sari scene? Is that racist?
Again, I believe it's a matter of intent, which is much harder to examine. (It was raised tonight that it is also a matter of sophistication of the subculture in question—those who can get a joke and those who cling to the chips on their respective shoulders as a matter of identify, or lack thereof. Even the Irish aren't offended by the boozy stereotype at Saint Patrick's Day; instead they embrace it.)
While I would invite gays to my Castro Cookout, I probably would not invite white trash to my Cooter Cookout. White trash parties do not imply that all white people are trash. Analogously, a ghetto party does not, in itself, imply that all people of color are ghetto.
In theory.
In practice, of course it does. Racism is implied. But my question is: why? And the possible answers to that question should be able to be discussed without voices rising, tempers flaring, or names called.
In theory, a private party with a theme (this was not an official PiKA party as reported in some places, nor was it on campus, just a private party in town) should not be a big deal if it is good-natured white trash or ghetto chic. However; in practice, someone should have had the good sense to recognize a terrible idea and nipped it in the bud. How on earth could these organizers, presumably students, not see that a potential shitstorm could follow?
And we're back to the stupid problem.
Or are they, in fact, total bigots who meant it to be offensive, which although still a matter of stupid should be severely disciplined. As often with racist acts, offensive is meant to be intimidating. In which case God-like wrath should be descended upon the Klan Kookout. The more I learn about the context of this party, the more I am inclined to believe the malicious intent. And if not outright malicious, it seems to have sent a message to young people of color that they are not welcome at UCSD. If anyone should be unwelcome at UC Anywhere, it should be those that would intimidate and discriminate against their peers.
This morning I heard about three girls who hung a noose in the library at UCSD. Out of context, a knot is a knot. But this intent was clear, and is just a whole bunch of Holy Crap WTF?! There is no gray (no pun intended) area there. The students reportedly turned themselves in to campus police after an investigation started. I was just surprised it was girls who did it. (Is that sexist?)
--------------------------------
The other race-related discussion this week came about from viewing old commercials on YouTube, particularly the 1960s ads for La Choy Chinese food. I find these fascinating from a cultural anthropology point of view, including history of television, fast food, packaged food, and perception of minorities in America, and American media. The first series of ads for La Choy featured the La Choy Dragon, one of the first productions of Jim Henson and his muppet workshop. Is the dragon racist? I'm not so sure.
And the more I think about it, the less I find the dragon racist. This 1960s ad for jello however, I think crosses a line:
However, it is fascinating to me from a historical point of view. Andwe have been mocking this ad by referring to each other and pretty much anyone as "Chinese Baby." Which brings me to my final thought (tonight) on perceived racism, which is that racism is about intent, and as such can be honestly and virtuously hilarious. Black comedians can be hilarious and tell black jokes. Rednecks can tell redneck jokes. There is a difference between racist humor, and race-based humor.
New friend Denise put me onto her friend's Twitter/Facebook feed. She's a copy writer and beyond funny. She is of Mexican heritage. Her husband and father of her child is not. She refers to her own infant as "Selfish White Baby."
"Selfish White Baby is taking up all my time." Caption to kid in kiddie pool: "We had to tape together trash bags for a slip-n-slide. Selfish White Baby doesn't care how good she has it." Caption to stern-faced pose on Kris Kringle's lap "Selfish White Baby thinks Santa can suck it."
I am in love with Selfish White Baby. I think there should be action sets and marketing tie-ins.
Is that racist?
is there a stamp for that?
S: Finally. That's the validation I was needing.
W: Consider yourself parked and paid for.
W: Consider yourself parked and paid for.
This Week
March into spring this week with a full docket of springtime welcoming events:
Monday (Tonight): My friend Freddy Clark gathered a bunch of talented performers from all over the globe to produce Wobbly World, a night of great music at the Rrazz Room. I'm watching my wallet and am a bit exhausted from the weekend so I'll just be chillin' with trivia before hitting bed tonight, but the lineup is impressive and I heartily recommend it for a launch into springtime this March 1st.
Wednesday: Out with ACT: The Caucasian Chalk Circle
Thursday: Sundance Saloon (as usual) and San Franciscan/Brazilian recording artist Kid Akimbo makes an appearance at BeBe Sweetbriar's Cocktail Party for a CD signing party at the Mix.
Friday: Drag Show Fundraiser to Repeal Prop 8 at Trigger (6:00-9:00 pm); Bay Bombers vs the Red Devils roller derby at Kezar Stadium (7:30 pm; will-call window opens at 6:00, show up at 4:00 if you want a chance to skate the track yourself); and Nasty, the now monthly filthy fundraiser hosted by Suzan Revah at the Powerhouse (10:00 pm, benefits the AIDS Emergency Fund)
Saturday: Drag Queen Flash Mob for Marriage Equality (response to this douchess) at Union Square (11:00 am); Mr. San Francisco Leather 2010 Contest (go Lance!) at the Hotel Whitcomb (7:00 pm, 8th & Market., $20 in advance, $25 at the door); and Bearracuda (with another naked Matty poster, starts at 9:00 pm)
Monday (Tonight): My friend Freddy Clark gathered a bunch of talented performers from all over the globe to produce Wobbly World, a night of great music at the Rrazz Room. I'm watching my wallet and am a bit exhausted from the weekend so I'll just be chillin' with trivia before hitting bed tonight, but the lineup is impressive and I heartily recommend it for a launch into springtime this March 1st.
Wednesday: Out with ACT: The Caucasian Chalk Circle
Thursday: Sundance Saloon (as usual) and San Franciscan/Brazilian recording artist Kid Akimbo makes an appearance at BeBe Sweetbriar's Cocktail Party for a CD signing party at the Mix.
Friday: Drag Show Fundraiser to Repeal Prop 8 at Trigger (6:00-9:00 pm); Bay Bombers vs the Red Devils roller derby at Kezar Stadium (7:30 pm; will-call window opens at 6:00, show up at 4:00 if you want a chance to skate the track yourself); and Nasty, the now monthly filthy fundraiser hosted by Suzan Revah at the Powerhouse (10:00 pm, benefits the AIDS Emergency Fund)
Saturday: Drag Queen Flash Mob for Marriage Equality (response to this douchess) at Union Square (11:00 am); Mr. San Francisco Leather 2010 Contest (go Lance!) at the Hotel Whitcomb (7:00 pm, 8th & Market., $20 in advance, $25 at the door); and Bearracuda (with another naked Matty poster, starts at 9:00 pm)
Bain Farts Monday
Brain Farts trivia tonight at the Lookout with your host Pollo Del Mar, and your competition Shilpa, Skot and Wilson. Tonight's theme: famous gays.Other than me and Marvin.
Muni: Taking You for a Ride
Any SFer knows that Muni sucks. And there's no alternative and nothing you can do about it. Well, two pissed off professional guys with no particular political acumen are trying to do something. One is a graphic designer and the other is a web guy, so their site is pretty awesome.There is a March Against Muni tonight, and they are calling for a "don't buy a Fast Pass" boycott for the month of March. SF Weakly has some coverage of the "movement."
SF and is contract wit Muni is a clusterfucked quagmire steeped in the City charter and the irresponsible ridiculously powerful Muni union (why are they so strong? really?). By contract, Muni drivers must be the second-highest-paid in the nation. However their professionalism and competence seem to be lowest.
Just this week I had a driver show up on a bus on the N tracks, which means something is jacked on the N line, but could not give a straight answer as to why the bus was running and not the train, and where the bus was going other than "Market Street" or how it would get there. No two riders got the same explaination—in barely recognizable fractured English no less. I never support "English-only" legislation, but I do think Muni drivers should be absolutely required to be able to speak English, and not just marginally. At the very least that is a public safety and emergency issue. We, the riders, finally figured out he was just answering "yes" to anything asked. And were enraged upon turning off the tracks at Cole Street to see an actual N arrive headed downtown behind us at the corner. We had to scream to get the driver to stop and allow us to transfer to the train he had previously said wouldn't be coming.
The City is tightening its belt and has to cut most everything, but is doing so in a spirit of "we're all in this together" and let's try to do the best we can to help each other out. Because fo the budget crisis, Muni has to cut services significantly, and is increasing fares. More money for less services—and when it came time for the Union to vote to suspend their contractually mandated raises for one year, they overwhelmingly voted to screw the City (see also). Add to this their record of gaming the system to collect sick and overtime pay simultaneously, among other unethical practices, and I think these guys may be right that the populace has finally had it.
From the SF Weakly:
Yes, one can be righteously miffed that bus drivers are getting non-negotiable raises this year, even though they voted down wage concessions that could have eased the blow of service cuts and fare hikes. But you can't do away with automatic pay raises without altering the City Charter. You can't place a grass-roots charter amendment on the ballot without gathering 70,000-odd signatures. You can't do that without scads of money. And you can't do anything without running headlong into the Transit Workers Union. And they just hired political pit bull Eric Jaye to kill that charter amendment by any means necessary. And, guess what? Jaye does know politics, unions, the in-and-outs. He knows this stuff.The Weakly has no faith in the March Against Muni movement, and their lack of faith is pretty well justified.
But I also think now may be the time to chuck the charter as citizens and riders may be willing to endure a public transit meltdown (like the other Muni meltdowns we've had to endure) for a month or two while the City fires all Muni drivers and staffers and starts from scratch under all new rules.
well, if she has diamonds on the soles of her shoes...
I don't know what to make of this. Is it a gimmick that went from "12-year-old girl" to "gays" to "drag queens to "celebrity" to "L.A"? I think this sort of...thing (I hesitate to call it a trend) could only happen in Los Angeles.
I mean, there's a professional spa for this treatment now. And they appear to make loads of money providing the service.
It's bedazzling... for the waxed area just above a woman's vagina. It's vajazzling.
Seriously. I shudder to think where this "trend" will stop next.
I mean, there's a professional spa for this treatment now. And they appear to make loads of money providing the service.
It's bedazzling... for the waxed area just above a woman's vagina. It's vajazzling.
Seriously. I shudder to think where this "trend" will stop next.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I'm keeping my name when I get married
While Leno (Jay, not Mark) has cornered the market on bad marriage name pairings, I think the corporate partnerships are less noted.
I am reminded of my friend Kevin Sharp who broke off from his law firm years ago to found his own firm with his partner James Drescher. To all of their friends' dismay, they named the firm Drescher/Sharp.
I understand that as a new firm they wanted to appear as professional and reliable as possible, but I think the alternative would have made the world a brighter place.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
hysterical girlfriends,
we've got your back.
Now imagine if that nice Capulet girl had had sassy gay friend. Or Romeo had been a fag stag.
Hello? Veronaphone.
Now imagine if that nice Capulet girl had had sassy gay friend. Or Romeo had been a fag stag.
Hello? Veronaphone.
Monday, February 22, 2010
day by day
I really thought that February would be a chill month. Not so much. On the calendar this week:
Monday: Brain Farts at the Lookout—this week's theme: Love Songs
Tuesday: "A great BIG night of Live Music & Dancing at Yoshi's" looks awesome and I got the notice from the super fun couple we met at Bardot a Go Go at the De Young last year, but I may proactively plan a recovery night at home this week.
Wednesday: MBA (Montgomery Bell Academy) alumni function at Hotel Monaco; followed by the Pink Party in the Redwood Room at the Clift Hotel, benefiting the Breast Cancer Emergency Fund (6:00 to 8:00). Facebook link.
Thursday: Inner Sunset Community Event at UCSF, GLAAD Media Awards Kick Off Party, 2011 Bare Chest Calendar Semi-Finals, Ejector's album release party at DNA Loungue,and Sundance Saloon.
Friday: Celery Design (international green design firm) reception at the Plant Café on the Embarcadero (invitation only)
Saturday: Drag Queen Flash Mob to repeal Prop 8 (don't see the connection, but sounds like fun). 2:00-4:00 at Union Square.
Update: The "drag queen flash mob for marriage equality" is in response to little Miss Beverly Hills (beauty queen) shooting her mouth off against marriage equality and the biblical damnation of the gays.
Monday: Brain Farts at the Lookout—this week's theme: Love Songs
Tuesday: "A great BIG night of Live Music & Dancing at Yoshi's" looks awesome and I got the notice from the super fun couple we met at Bardot a Go Go at the De Young last year, but I may proactively plan a recovery night at home this week.
Wednesday: MBA (Montgomery Bell Academy) alumni function at Hotel Monaco; followed by the Pink Party in the Redwood Room at the Clift Hotel, benefiting the Breast Cancer Emergency Fund (6:00 to 8:00). Facebook link.
Thursday: Inner Sunset Community Event at UCSF, GLAAD Media Awards Kick Off Party, 2011 Bare Chest Calendar Semi-Finals, Ejector's album release party at DNA Loungue,and Sundance Saloon.
Friday: Celery Design (international green design firm) reception at the Plant Café on the Embarcadero (invitation only)
Saturday: Drag Queen Flash Mob to repeal Prop 8 (don't see the connection, but sounds like fun). 2:00-4:00 at Union Square.
Update: The "drag queen flash mob for marriage equality" is in response to little Miss Beverly Hills (beauty queen) shooting her mouth off against marriage equality and the biblical damnation of the gays.
pole position
By the way, thanks to Skot Land we are now substituting "Santa" for "God" in all online, cursory and blasphemous expressions. Once you embrace it, it's really catchy. I find myself doing it unconsciously now.
I had to delete my initial response to the discovery of Jeffrey Jackson in the Facebook comments, as it occurred to me that "Oh. My. Santa." would confuse, confound, and potentially offend some of those participating in that thread.
Santa damn it.
I had to delete my initial response to the discovery of Jeffrey Jackson in the Facebook comments, as it occurred to me that "Oh. My. Santa." would confuse, confound, and potentially offend some of those participating in that thread.
Santa damn it.
action jackson
Jonathan Harwell has unearthed the whereabouts/life story of one of our lost cohort from elementary school. Jeffrey Jackson was my best friend for many of those young awkward years. After eighth grade graduation, I never heard from him again.
Gail Doyne posted a pre-first class photo to Facebook and one by one most of us got tagged. Brandi Cartee, a name often bandied-about for comedic effect as a name from the past never heard from again has joined the page. Facebook is the great reuniter. Upon "discovery" of Brandi, Jonny sought out the remaining missing.
He found Jeffrey Jackson, and Lord do I now feel sorely underachieving. And clearly, his blog is very different from mine.
Gail Doyne posted a pre-first class photo to Facebook and one by one most of us got tagged. Brandi Cartee, a name often bandied-about for comedic effect as a name from the past never heard from again has joined the page. Facebook is the great reuniter. Upon "discovery" of Brandi, Jonny sought out the remaining missing.
He found Jeffrey Jackson, and Lord do I now feel sorely underachieving. And clearly, his blog is very different from mine.
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