Like many personal blogs of its era, this blog is moribund, a casualty of what we might call "the Facebook effect." However, as of late 2015, two things are clear: (1) The Indie Web is a thing, and (2) the re-decentralization of the web is a thing. So who knows?
2016 2017 2018 (!) could be the year this blog rises from its own ashes. Stay tuned!
Wednesday, 25 February 2004
Nifty gift from the folks in my inbox today: Digital images of me in baby and toddler formats. I offer the image to the right as proof that, contrary to the belief of one of my best friends, I did not have a beard back in those days. Look at me. Awww.
(Somebody tell the future Cal grad to take off that red jumper!)
Wednesday, 04 February 2004
There’s a lovely little piece
over at SFGate today (no, you won’t find it in the printed Chronicle
) about the folks who work the tollbooths at the Bay Bridge. I’m a FasTrak user now, so I don’t hand bills over to these people anymore, but back when I did, there were faces I recognized, and I even had a couple of favorites who were always cheery and pleasant and remembered me and my Beetle. Now I just cruise through and listen for the FasTrak unit’s double-beep. Easier. Quicker. But a moment of human interaction that was part of my daily routine is lost forever.
Friday, 23 January 2004
I just watched the broadcast of The Late Show
that I attended last night. A couple of reactions. First, Paul did not sing, “Bloomie, I love you” as I reported following the taping, but rather, “Bloomie, I’m lost.” I may have screwed this up because, looking over the lyrics of the song that the cape routine is built around, I don’t see the lines “Baby I’m lost” or “Lost in the wilderness” at all, and yet Paul sings those lines during the climax each week. Hmm. Is Paul grabbing those lines from another blues song? If you know what’s up here, please enlighten me via the comments for this post. Further: They sure did give extremely short shrift to both “Will it Float?” and the cape routine. Ah well.
When I got up this morning, I was still high off having been in the Ed Sullivan Theater last night, so I decided to keep the energy flowing by having lunch at Rupert Jee’s Hello Deli
, which is right around the corner from Dave’s headquarters, and figures prominently in the show quite often. I got myself a corned beef and pastrami sammich and a Sprite. Grand total: $6.25. So it turns out that Rupert offers one of the cheapest lunches in town. The sammich scores only a 3 out of 5, but I wasn’t expecting 2nd Avenue Deli quality here. It was just a gas to be in the Hello Deli. The place is tiny, an absolute shoebox. There’s room for eight people to sit and eat, and that’s that. The clientele seems to be mostly Dave fans stopping in to gawk and eat, but there was also a regular who came in and was warmly greeted by name. And yes, Rupert’s default facial expression does in fact seem to be that odd deer-in-headlights, confused look you’re used to seeing on The Late Show
Thursday, 22 January 2004
And tonight, folks, I was there
Tip: If you know you’re traveling to New York within three months, there is a a form
you can fill out to put yourself on the list for Late Show
tickets should there be cancellations, which are apparently routine. The tickets themselves are free.
I had actually forgotten that I’d filled out that form when I first learned I’d be coming to New York to cover the LinuxWorld trade show. So I was a bit shocked when my cell phone rang yesterday and the voice on the other end said, “This is Molly from The Late Show
.” It didn’t take long for the shock to turn to elation. more
Tuesday, 20 January 2004
My soul has been nourished. I made my way to New York today to attend the LinuxWorld Expo trade show, which begins tomorrow. An hour afer I landed, I checked into my hotel, and shortly thereafter, I’d already hopped a downtown 6
to Astor Place. I got off there, headed upstairs, walked one block east and two blocks uptown, and arrived at the 2nd Avenue Deli
, which serves the best corned beef and pastrami on the planet. One sandwich and one beer will set you back twenty-five bucks once you’re done with tax and tip, but that’s part of being in New York. This city sucks the bills right out of your pocket. But when you’re putting an end to a sixteen-month craving, you don’t even notice.
Wednesday, 31 December 2003
A spiritually-enlightened person I know asked me, “Are you the same person now that you were at the beginning of 2003?” I didn’t even have to think: This past year was transformative in a way that no other year of my life has ever been. My answer was an immediate “No!”
My friend smiled warmly and said, “Well, then. It must have been a good year.”
Happy New Year to all mahnamahna.net readers. May you find stillness and peace within, and see it echoed in the world around you.
Tuesday, 02 December 2003
I am awash in a sea of phlegm. I’ve been sick since last Friday. My fever has been as high as 103.1, a number that should be associated with the FM dial, not a human being’s internal temperature. I’m on the mend now, and wishing like hell I’d gotten a flu shot this year, because the flu is almost certainly what this was. Have you had a flu shot this year? There are no excuses
Tuesday, 25 November 2003
Ten minutes ago I knew very little about SF’s Treasure Island. But now
Saturday, 22 November 2003
Here’s what the Big Game bonfire
looked like last night at Cal’s Greek Theater. Walking back down southside, we passed under the Campanille, which was lit up in blue with gold graphics on each side, like this representation
of the coveted Axe.
It took Cal two quarters to heat up today, but the result was sweet, sweet, sweet. Cal 28, Stanfurd 16
Things are always strange when we visit the Farm
but there was something especially strange (and, though it pains me to admit, cool) going on down there today, as you can see in the shot I took of the Stanfurd Band doing their moronic bit before the game. Look back there on the sideline, and you’ll see a large Trojan Rabbit
, straight out of Monty Python and the Holy Grail
. We never did find out what the deal with it was. It left before the end of the game.
Sunday, 09 November 2003
I cannot explain the existence, here in my house, of the tiny little wrench you see here. I discovered it on the floor shortly after the big move-in, felt a question mark balloon appear above my head, and placed it — the wrench — on my desk.
It has been there ever since. I still don’t know whether it lived here before I did, or whether it traveled here with me. I do not know what it belongs to. It is made of plastic. It bears no markings at all. If it belongs to a toy or something like that, it belongs on that list they put out every Christmastime regarding playthings that can be swallowed. Perhaps it came with some bit of gadgetry?
<seinfeld>What is the deal with this tiny little wrench?</seinfeld>
Monday, 13 October 2003
Most of the country celebrates Columbus Day today. Berkeley wishes you a happy Indigenous Peoples Day
Saturday, 27 September 2003
Being a California Golden Bears fan is a bit like being a Cubs fan or a Red Sox fan: Your team never goes all the way and seems to have a problem with bad luck, but every now and then they pull off something that makes all the heartache worth it. I can’t say it any better than the team did in an e-mail I just received:
The California Golden Bears upset the #3-ranked USC Trojans on Saturday evening before 51,208 fans at Memorial Stadium and a national television audience. The win marks the first time the Bears have defeated a Top 5 nationally-ranked team in more than 28 years.
Let me add that the game was won in triple overtime
. It was amazing, and I’m psyched to have been there. I also think I know what gave the Bears an edge: One of the first things the super-obnoxious Trojan band did was play Stanfurd’s fight song, “All Right Now.” I’m sorry, but if you’re going to pull shit like that, you deserve a trip to the shed and a long bus-ride home.
Sunday, 21 September 2003
I took this picture
back in August but forgot to post it.
Wednesday, 17 September 2003
Wandering ever-so-slightly off the beaten path in southwest Berkeley last Saturday, I found a building that was really a ghost
Monday, 15 September 2003
In my new hood, last Friday night …