Month: September 2003

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Jim Ortlieb

While watching Six Feet Under last week, one of the actors in the credits was named Jim Ortlieb – I remember that my dad met this guy several years ago in Chicago, so it was really weird to see his name in the credits. The character he plays (a manager) gets shot by a recently-fired disgruntled employee. He has a scene in the morgue where he sits up on the table and talks to also-deceased killer, who had committed suicide at the scene.

2003 Chicago Cubs:
NL Central Divison Champions
Hooah!

I’m in the midst of a week of deconstructing and later reconstructing myself on paper, figuring out my higher purposes with regards to my personal, professional, and community life. A bit of the granola end of the Green MBA program at New College.

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Singing about the other John

Last night I went to the happiest place on Earth — San Francisco’s favorite karaoke bar, The Mint. With Johnny Cash’s recent death, many singers selected songs from his extensive catalogue, but no one offered a tribute to the other death that day, of John Ritter. So I sang the theme from “Three’s Company”, although the instance I’ll always remember John Ritter for is the glow-in-the-dark condom scene from Skin Deep.

“America is … like a dumb puppy that has big teeth that can bite and hurt you, aggressive. “
Johnny Depp, on the United States war with Iraq, later disavowing the quote from having anti-American sentiment

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Ground Zero, two years later

Two years ago the Stranger put on it’s cover the most powerful image I’ve ever seen about the events of September 11th.

The Stranger

Two must-see PBS specials cover the event well. Frontline’s “Faith and Doubt at Ground Zero” discusses the spiritual and religious ramifications of survivors and witnesses in New York, and this week’s NOW with Bill Moyers talks about four widows demanding answers from the Bush administration to events leading up to the attacks. Al Franken’s book discusses the Bush administration failure to heed warnings from the Clinton administration about the impending threat of Al Qaeda.

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Vivaceoke

Ah, my first weekend of graduate school. Set in a picturesque Waldorf school outside of Santa Rosa, the studying begins. There’s always time for karaoke, however. A nice surprise to find that the Richmond bridge, about 20 minutes north of where I live, sort of looks like when you cross the bridge from Bainbridge Island onto the Olympic Peninsula. With the partly cloudy skies this weekend, I briefly felt like I was in Seattle. A nice fix, but I’d welcome anyone sending a 1/2 pound of Vivace Espresso.