Mortie, Mortie: He's no shorty, Mortie.
Happy Mortieween after-a-hard-day’s-rockin’ department! My first Halloween in San Francisco, with an obligatory trip to the Castro and a gaggle of friends from Seattle.
Mortie and unidentified Skynyrd fan.
From left to right: Magnum PI, Nancy Sinatra, Annie Oakley, Green Lantern, Mortie; in the front row, Clara as the Death of Disco.
Kimmay, Carrie Anne, Mortie, Digo and Aliah.
Is your mayoral candidate a replicant? Certainly they’re on the NRA blacklist.
Two months in Berkeley haven’t been disappointing. Why, just across the Bay, acting-mayor-for-a-day Chris Daly appointed two people to prominent positions at the Public Utilities Commission while Mayor Willie Brown was out of town. Brown said Daly acted like a stalker, but Daly’s appointments, including a former Sierra Club president, are probably better than what a-little-too-pro business Brown would have opted for.
A weekend at Bioneers.
On movement building: Roundtable breakfasts for the left, to resolve differences so that the movement emerges with a united front (this method has been very successful for the right), and build base and reach out to the middle, not the other way around.
On media and democracy: Corporations are trying to get Non-Governmental Organiations viewed as terrorist organizations. Yow.
On the founding of our country: The US was born against corporations (specifically, The East India Trading Company)
My favorite line from Tom Hayden: “Intelligence doesn’t mean something is true.”
Most disturbing moment: Canadian farmer Percy Schmeiser is being sued because Monsanto found GMO seeds on his property. Schmeiser has never grown GMO seeds, but because GMO material had contaminated the property, the Canadian federal court ruled that the farm is Monsanto’s property. The case goes to the Canadian Supreme Court on January 20, 2004. Visit Percy’s website.
Dammit, the Cubs and the Red Sox continue their respective curses, while the New York Yankees and the Florida Marlins try again. Ho hum.
Man, oh man. I wished next year was now. I hoped. Ah, crap.
Why don’t the Feds arrest Pat Robertson, after he said the State Department should be nuked? And why not take Jerry Falwell, too?
And meanwhile, let’s get a paper trail for those faulty electronic voting machines, shall we?
I spent a wonderful few days in Washington state, making the rounds with friends at Molly Maguires, The Twilight Exit and at various coffeeshops and restaurants around the area. The highlight of the trip was a couple of days with the family at a rented cabin in Ocean Shores, WA — only a two minute walk from the beach. Simply amazing, and it got me a little homesick when I returned today. Some friends from Molly’s, as it happened, travelled to Ocean Shores to see a friend’s band play, and I hung out with them until about 4am, and had a late-night walk back to the cabin. No lights, no cars, no people on the way home; only a deer that came within 5 feet of me as I walked past a bush it was hiding near.
Pete Wilson II? Maybe. A Democratic State Congress and a Republican Governor with criminal allegations make for a wacky situation in the coming months. Grope-gate! Leak-gate! Hitler-gate! Perhaps this is the beginning of the death knell for Republican credibility? A metronome that, on the cusp of swinging all the way to the right, will head towards the center. At least two horrible proposals, Prop 53 and 54, failed tonight.
Just finished two chapters of Michael Moore’s new book. Fact-based hilarity. Get it now.
Sweet, sweet victory. The first postseason series victory since 1908.
2003 Chicago Cubs: NLCS Champions
Hooah!