Land of Entrapment

Family of Four Missing - enroute from Portland to SF

2006-12-02T14:08:00.000-08:00

This family has vanished. Read and repost please.

This post is for real and is all over the news here in San Francisco. I don't know the Kim family personally, but it seems like I've seen them around my neck of the woods in SF - Lower Haight, Church St area. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen Kati Kim on the 22 with her kids. I'm hoping for the best outcome for them, their friends and their families.

I'm also posting a link to a CNET article from about an hour and a half ago, an update about the search area. James Kim works for CNET. The link and the article will be below the SFgov post. I just received permission from CNET for permission to repost the last article from Leslie Katz, who is a colleague of Mr. Kim's. She co-wrote the article with Michelle Meyers.

***Update. CNET requests that I post a summery with a link, so that's what will be listed below****

Here is a notice from the SFgov website about the missing family:

The San Francisco Police Department is seeking information regarding a missing San Francisco family of four. On Friday, November 17, 2006, James Kim, his wife, Kati Kim, and their children, Penelope Kim and Sabine Kim left on a road trip to Seattle, Washington. The family was expected to return to San Francisco on Monday, November 27th, 2006. When both James Kim and Kati Kim did not show up for their appointments on Tuesday, November 28th, it caused their co-workers to be worried for their safety. The Kim’s are known to always keep in touch daily either by phone or e-mail with their friends and co-workers. The last known whereabouts of the Kim family was in Portland, Oregon on Saturday morning, November 25, 2006. They were driving a 2005 silver Saab station wagon with California personalized plates of “DOESF”.

Photos of the Kim family can be found on the SFPD website:

http://www.sfgov.org/site/police_index.asp?id=37978

Here’s a summery of the CNET article, written by me, Dianne. Or maybe a better term for it would be a lead in to the real article.

CNET reports that confirmed sightings of the Kim Family have pushed the search effort to Douglas County. Witnesses recalled the Kim family dining at Denny’s in Roseburg, Oregon on Saturday night, November 25th around 8pm.

The city of Roseburg is located approximately 3 hours south of Portland, Oregon, off of Interstate 5. It had been previously reported that the Kim family was last seen in Portland, earlier in the day.

To read the actual article, written by CNET staffers, Leslie Katz and Michelle Meyers, please go here:

http://news.com.com/Aerial+search+under+way+for+missing+CNET+editor/2100-1028_3-6140118.html

Golden Bellyarches, I mean aches

2006-08-11T17:06:00.000-07:00

i broke down and went to McDonald's today. Actually, not true. On the southside of San Francisco it's foggy and cold and windy. Dreary. I'm there to do stuff for film school. the train lets me out across the street from McDonalds. Well almost. Had to walk a half a block. It was like i was being pulled into Mickey D's. The Golden Arches with a magnetic pull. Three dollars in my pocket. McChicken (a sandwich...I didn't know this), small fries and a caramel sundae for $3.26.

Ate, read the Bay Area Guardian, felt weird about that. I went to school. Did my thing.

I can't believe tired and drained I feel. AND FAT TOO!

fun night last night

2006-06-17T16:39:00.000-07:00

fun night last night
copywrighted by dianne

I haven't been venturing out much lately. I've been riding on BrokeAss Mountian. I got a part job at a cafe two blocks away from my house. It's something but i don't know how long it'll last. the boss thinks i'm slow at closing. i'm doing my best. anyway.

I ventured out last night to my friend Peter's art opening/benefit. (To the Left: Stills from : Queer in Kansas.)
I think that Peter is a genius because he somehow pays his rent without having a straight job. I must do the same. Sometimes he holds these art parties to raise next month's rent. Sometimes he does it to raise money for his experimental documentary, Queer in Kansas. Last night it was benefit for Queer in Kansas and Maitri.

I showed up later than I wanted to, way beyond making a fashionable entrance and just plain late. I couldn't find my cell phone, which I use as a phone number database and calendar. It's a prepaid phone deal and I need to refill the phone card. I walked into the last 3/4ths of the excerpts from the movie. Oops.

Afterwards, several of us, all somehow all connected to Peter, went out to the legendary Tu Lan on Sixth Street. The place is two stories, yet small, cramped and greasy looking. Julia Child ate there once. It was a piece of gossip featured in Herb Caen, who wrote for the Chronicle. The article has been copied and is featured on the Tu Lan menu. Caen had used the word, "sleazy" to describe Tu Lan. A friend of Peter's friend, Marty, who's name was possibly Darren, well, a D name anyway, said something about how no one would use the word "sleazy" to describe Tu Lan.

It turns out that D name lives with his boyfriend down the street from Peter's friend, Jane in Oakland. D name's boyfriend sat next to Jane. They both introduced themselves to me, but I can't remember their names. I feel bad about that. Sarah, a film student with me and Peter, also lives in Oakland, with her mother while she figures out how to get paid gigs in the film business. She's thinking of moving to Vancouver since she has dual citizenship. I told her on the way over to Tu Lan that she should check out nmfilm.com, the website for the New Mexico Film Commision. Apparently it's easy to get a crew job there since they don't have enough people who are qualified in the state and too many films. She loves New Mexico. She liked Goodbye Santa Fe, Goodbye Land of Entrapment, back when she saw the first version a couple of semesters ago in a Digital Editing class. A part of the reason why she liked GBSF was because she loves the beauty of the state. She said she could see how people become stuck in the Land of Entrapment.

I ordered Prawns with Bamboo Shoots and Mushrooms, plus an Iced Tea. Four of us ordered that dish. A plates Imperial Rolls, another appetizer, a great ginger and cabbage salad and bowls of rice were passed around back and forth. Multiple conversations happened at once and people were gossiped about. Not very Buddah Nature like, but sometimes I can't help it. I'm a Gemini. I'm not a Buddhist, but aspire to be one at times, someday.

Half the table ate with chopsticks. I tried to, but couldn't because I find it really difficult to use the plastic chopsticks. I prefer the wooden ones. I felt like I had bad manners because couldn't handle the chopsticks properly. I'd have to grab the food with my hand because sometimes the rolls were too chewy and I couldn't manage it with my red, plastic chopsticks with golden dragons. I'm sure it was noticed and noted. I could tell. I'm sure it wasn't pretty and probably appeared uncouthly, but I didn't know what else to do. I didn't want an Imperial Roll sticking out of my mouth as I reached for a fork in the black, plastic containter in front of me. My attractiveness went down several points during the appetizers.

We closed the restaurant down without realizing it. A middle aged Vietmaniese man in a shortsleeved button down shirt come up to our table and told us: "We're closed." I looked around the 10 x 10 room which was the cramped upstairs dining room. Suddenly we were the only ones there.

We cleared the restaurant after he said that. I used the restroom. Marty gave me a 5 back from my 10 dollar bill, which meant that I underpaid. I tried to give Marty more money, but he wouldn't take it. I placed my togo container in the sink. HUGE portions at Tu Lan. Really. I'll be eating this dish for three meals. All for $7. Rockin!

Marty's friends had left before us.

I stood on 6th Street with Sarah, Jane, Marty and Peter. We stood in a semi circle. I felt whoosy and high and wanted to hang out more. Hanging out with Peter makes me feel high and spacey, though Peter himself isn't spacey. I think it has to do with his energy. I've told him this more than once. He just laughs at me.

It could have been a fun, random, sober yet trashy night in San Francisco. The streets were still warm from the heat of the day, a rare occasion in this city.

Sarah and Jane, who I don't think knew each other before that night, told me that were going to go out to a bar in Oakland.

Sarah said to me: "You look like you are thinking."

"I was. Are they asking me to go out to a bar in Oakland? I don't drink and don't have the money for BART. "

Sarah: "Well, I think that (BART ) can be arranged." She pulled her hands out of her demin pants, revealed dollar bills and half counted through them for a second. "You can watch us drink." She smiled.

"Yeah, that's always fun."

As we stood in the semi circle, several drunk and/or high people had come up to us, either asking for money or talking crazy talk. It was because we didn't close off the circle.

One guy, a middle aged black guy, with dreads, stocky, short and high as fuck, interrupted our goodbyes and started to ramble on about "the earthquake." At first I thought I had missed a big quake, but then realized that he was probably talking about the Loma Prieta quake which rocked San Francisco in 1989 during the Bay Bridge World Series. He had been sitting on his couch watching a movie or television or something when it happened. He simulated the jolt as he shook on the sofa. He re-enacted the dialogue that happened between him and his wife, but he was slurring his words so I couldn't understand him, but I got the gist.

The man told the five of us that we were the heart of San Francisco. We agreed so we nodded. I tried to not make eye contact with him for too long. He staggered over to me, stood a little too close to me and drunkenly told me that I, personally, was the heart of San Francisco. For a moment I was touched until he pointed to the rooftop garden of a building on the other side of Market St, just off Market.

"You see that? You see that rooftop? THAT'S the HEART OF SAN FRANCISCO." His eyes were glassy and a little bloodshot.

I stepped back in case he tried to kiss me. He was a little to up in my personal space. He was, as they said on Seinfeld, "a close talker."

I decided against watching Sarah and Jane drink at a bar in Oakland. I took the Muni Shuttle with Peter and Marty. The Underground is in the middle of being retrofitted and shuts down at 9:45pm Monday through Friday, so they offer the shuttles. It's a little weird, but not horrible.

Sarah and Jane went toward Folsom toward Sarah's car and Peter, Marty and I turned to Market. We shouted our goodbyes.

The High and Drunk Guy followed me, Peter and Marty to BART like he thought like we were all gonna hang, yet trying to be nonchallant about it, but didn't succeed.

I left Peter and Marty at the N Judah stop. I chain smoked, watched televison and listened to music and went to bed at 2 am.

fyi: i'm not sure how I feel about my celebrating my birthday. normally I feel good and am grateful to bring in another year and to be worshipped and loved, but this year, i'm broke as fuck and that part of my life is fucked and it depresses me that i have no savings and no 401k and my mood changes my the day....welcome to the world.

other than that, I love my life here in SF.

Prairie Home Companion, the movie

2006-06-04T17:40:00.001-07:00

Maybe I'm getting old, but I really can't wait to see A Prairie Home Companion, the new film by Robert Altman, based of course, on the Garrison Keillor variety show on NPR. This show, Garrison Keillor and Lake Wobagon bored the hell out of me. I can remember Grammy B listening to the show...maybe it's a made up memory, but still, it's a memory. I remember being bored by it.

As of late though, in the last couple of years, I've found myself really enjoying Keillor, his glum Midwestern humor, his voice and the show itself. There's something very soothing about Garrison Keillor's voice, a quality, it's resonance, it's tone.I think Prairie Home Companion is really interesting, the last of it's kind that I know of. It's a throwback to yesteryear, but at the same time it can be really biting in a subversive way.

If you aren't listening, you really should be cuz you're missing out: click here
for the A Prairie Home Companion website.

girls of the past

2006-05-30T16:43:00.000-07:00

***writer's note. please forgive the major tense problems and grammatical errors.****

lately i've been thinking of this crazy, hot woman I knew in Santa Fe. well, one of the hot, crazy women i knew back then.

last week i found out that she was an extra in a low budget movie that was made here in San Francisco. she's listed as "Additional Los Angeles Hooker" in the credits.

the guy who made the film is pretty well known here in San Fran and has been featured in a film by one of my favorite filmmakers. i'll give ya a hint. it's animated. i don't want to say more than that. the director employed artists to illustrate his 'vision.' how's that. another clue.

the local SF filmmaker is also a friend of a teacher of mine. actually, i know another person who acted in it as well. she was also a prostitute.

12 years ago i was i guess you could say, infatuated with this woman. we used to work together. ____'s a couple years older than myself. she had a sorted history that i only caught in glimses. i have a sorted history myself so i didn't mind. i was truly attracted to her.

i dug her...for herself....but yes, she was pretty and had a great body. we never hooked up, though she had hooked up with a few people at work, one of whom had a long term live-in girlfriend at the time. her girlfriend was a nice person. somehow she found out about my co-worker's infidelity. i'm pretty sure that this is the reason why they broke up.

this week the following memories came back to me: it's afternoon. i'm sitting on _____'s bed while she's taking a bath. she liked baths. she insisted that i waited in her room. she had the master bedroom. i remember white sheets and a twisted up white down comforter. _____'s bed looked and felt surprisingly comfortable. it seemed that her room was rather bare. i think that the bed was the only piece of furniture in the room, which the exception of the milk crates which held her stereo.

she comes out of the bathroom. she has a towel wrapped around her. you should know that when just about anyone is naked, with the exception of family and well established friends, i'll glance at people who are in front of me naked. _____ catches me. she saunters over to me. she tries to kiss me. i'm 25 and shy and don't know my ass from my elbow in some ways. i lean back, smiling, waiting for her to kiss me. she backs off looking me in the eye with scorn.

flash to another memory: not long after that incident, we are in ____'s faded gold 70's Chevy Nova, driving on Cerrillos Rd by St. Mike's Drive. Cerrillos, or "Kerr-rill-ios" as some Texan tourists pernounce is the land of stucco strip malls, the old mixed with new, auto part shops, a Hobby Lobby, Baja Tacos, a Denny's and motels with names like: King's Rest.

she's talking about something having to do with relationships or attraction ...maybe the people who she had hooked up with.

i just remember myself saying: "what about me?" I said it in a jealous, hurt, and angry voice. I was surprised by the tone in my own voice.

her: "i was just fucking with you." she said this as her left hand played with her short curly/wavy black hair. her right hand wrapped around the 12 o'clock position on the steering wheel.

I might have retorted back: "No you weren't."

she dug the knife in: "Yes. I was." i remember she said it with a hint of an annoyed tone. I was her bitch and she could do what she wanted with me. She never look at me. She continued to stare in front of her.

I felt like sick to my stomach, a total fool.

we didn't hang out after that. we went our separate ways though i'd bump into her around town. she'd be friendly but afterwards, I'd be left unnerved.

"Unnerved" was the word that this old school punk rock busser had used to describe his interactions with her after she dumped him. this was in late 1995 or 1996. I worked with him at another restaurant. Punk Busser Boy had dated ____ the year before, around the time I worked with her. he was 17 at the time. she was around 26. Punk Busser Boy is cute and cool and a nice person even though he'd never admit it. New Mexico is a strange place were time is warped and retarded, but still. ____ would be nice to him as if nothing had ever happened betwen them, as if she had never hurt him and left him for dead.

When he told me this, I didn't realize that he was serious. I kind of laughed. Then I found out what had meant.

a year after the Nova incident, 1996, i bumped into her in front of the Walgreen's at the Villa Linda mall. ___ had just come back to Santa Fe after living in California once again: first at her mother's house in a small, wealthy coastal town in Marin County. a few weeks went by until she started using again. she had been sober. it started with a Coor's Light she found in the fridge. then pot. then speed. she moved back to the coastal tourist town a couple of hours south of San Francisco. she slept on friends' floors and couches. she met a man who was in the midst of a divorce. so, she in her own words, "jumped right in." the man funded a beachfront apartment for her. when the relationship soured, he took the apartment back. she missed the apartment. her family refused to help her.

she mentioned that maybe she and I could go to the movies before she left for San Diego that fall. she wanted to continue with her "healing work."

she seemed raw. actually, that's how i remember her as being the last few times I saw her, the last time being 1998 or 1999...raw....without skin...angry....a really hot, sensitive woman who'd been fucked over, by herself and others. maybe she thought that people only wanted her for sex, but she wanted more. when she did find someone who wanted her for herself she had no idea what to do with them. she couldn't sustain it.

for a long time after that moment in the car, i had a lot of anger toward this woman. how dare she fuck with me.

this past week when i thought of her. i thought: I think she did want to kiss me. maybe she thought i had rejected her. that was my one shot with her and fuck me if i didn't take it.

or she was fucking with me....I don't know.

which was the lie?

she could still be in the bay area. that realization really scared me. will i bump into her again? i've bumped into Santa Fe acquantances/friends before. would I be happy to see her again? would i be just a blip in her life, an 'oh yeah, I remember you.' I doubt it, but then again I have a gigantic ego. I believe that everyone should remember me.

is she sane and happy, sober, less destructive toward herself and others? i really hope so. i do. in looking back to that moment at the mall ten years ago, i believe now that she had an opportunity to get past all of her bullshit, her bad karma, some of which was brought on by herself. Santa Fe does that to people. the Sangre De Cristos mountin range will hold you in a headlock until you pay off your karma and deal with your shit. ____ had the opportunity to renew herself. i hope she took it.

now i have to see this film. It'll be at the Red Vic in the Upper Haight in a couple of weeks.

if i saw her today, I'd like to tell her this: "__________
I thought you were AMAZING. really ... inspite of yourself. You were amazing!"

Health problems mount from 9-11 fallout...literally

2006-04-12T12:23:00.000-07:00

I went online and found this headline
under my headlines header on my browser window entirely by accident. I guess I never would have seen this if I hadn't.

According to the BBC News website, the US Government's EPA, aparently grossly underestimated the potency of the particles floating in the air after the Twin Towers collapsed. As a result, some victims are pursuing a class action lawsuit.

The number of people with medical problems linked directly to the attacks on the World Trade Center in New York City is now known to be at least 15,000.

Also the estimate of those with the "World Trade Center" cough have increased dramatically.

"On Tuesday, a coroner said the death of a policeman who developed a respiratory disease was "directly linked" to 9/11.

James Zadroga - who worked at Ground Zero - died in January. The New Jersey coroner's ruling was the first of its kind."

RIP ALEX MAGOCSI, dead at age 42

2006-04-06T13:02:00.000-07:00

4/6/2006 7:15 PM

Rest in Peace, Alex.

Yes, Gin and Diet 7 Up is on the house for everyone, but when we run out of the Tangeray, we'll have to go down to the Albertson's Gin and when we run out of Diet 7 Up, we'll go to Tang, which Dave once said created: "a surprisingly good mixed drink with gin."

However, when the tab comes, we'll pay the bartender in cumin seeds....in Alex's honor...

The following is about the third draft of what I wrote immediately after finding out about his death yesterday.

I just found out today that an old acquaintance of mine in Santa Fe, Alex Magocsi (seen here on the left), has died. His body was found on March 27, 2006, his 42nd birthday. Police believe that his past use of drugs (including alcohol) was the cause of death roughly. Police also believe that Alex had died about three days before he was found.

Alex was the best friend of my old neighbor, Dave Bindler, back when I lived in Santa Fe. I dare say that I had a small crush on Alex for a time back in those days despite that he was a cheapskate (most definitely) alcoholic (most likely). Inspite of those traits, Alex, even though I didn't know him that well, had a certain musty charm about him. I liked him.

Carlos, Dave and Alex's old bandmate in Lucy Falcon, recently reminded me of a Dave quote on Alex. Dave used to say that Alex was "so cheap that he counted cumin seeds in his spare time."

One of Alex's claims to fame was that he used to be Edie Brickell's boyfriend of many years until he supposedly found her in a compromising position while Edie, Alex, Dave and Dave's girlfriend, Karen were at a party.

Dave's claim to fame was that he was the original drummer for Edie Brickell and The New Bohemians until just before they hit it big. I believe that happened to him a couple of times.

(Photo to the left: Lucy Falcon's 2 Headed Calf)

Alex was also known in both Dallas and Santa Fe as a musician and as a music writer/editor. He wrote for Dallas Observer, several other print and webmags in addition to The (Santa Fe) New Mexican, where he worked on and off for several years.

I think I blogged about Alex before. There was one time that I met up with him and Dave, running around to different bars on a Sunday night before Dave and Karen moved to SoCal so Dave could be closer to his son from a previous marriage, Zane.

That night Dave tried to trick Alex into buying me drinks while Alex was wasted, figuring that perhaps Alex might more generous with his money while way under the influence of alcohol, but Alex, wouldn't do it. Or maybe he inadvertenly bought me one Gin and Tonic and then on the next round (which may have been at El Paseo on Galisteo St...I just had a flash of memory pop up) said: "Huh, No! What the fuck!" or something when Dave prodded him. It was many moons ago - in 1999 or 2000.

This morning I found an email from Carlos, who was the bass player for Lucy Falcon, a underappreciated country/punk band in Santa Fe. I liked them because they didn't sing about mesas. They sang songs like: Gin and Diet 7 Up.

(Photo to the left: Lucy Falcon at some random gig. Left to right: Carlos on bass, Dave on rhythm guitar and lead vocals, Alex on drums and Tom on lead guitar.)

Go here for Lucy Falcon.

In my point of view, Lucy Falcon's biggest moment was back in 1999 or 2000 when the band got to open for Dave and Alex's old friend, The Reverend Horton Heat at the old, now defunct Paramount nightclub in Santa Fe as well as other gigs in the southwest. The Reverend even called Dave on stage that night at The Paramount to sing an old song Dave wrote back in his Dallas days.

Dave told me later that the Paramount gig was his big "Fuck you" to those in Santa Fe who thought he was full of shit.

Dave also said that he saved me from getting kicked out of The Paramount that night. I was a little too drunk on frozen margaritas from the Cowgirl Hall of Fame for the security guard's taste. I got away from the bouncer's grip. I saw the guy try to grab my shoulder and Dave touching the bouncer on his shoulder to let him know that I was okay as I swayed through the crowd to keep up with my friend, Jen in the moshpit. Somehow none of it registered.

Godspeed, Alex. I'll miss that - super intense I gotta concentrate in order to kick out the beats properly- look. It involved furrowed eyebrows, a clenched jaw and a lot of sweat pouring down his face.

For those of my friends who still party like they are still in their 20's, watch out. Let go of those demons....

We all have our shit to deal with in life.

Read about Alex here .

Separated at birth: Katherine Moennig and Corey Haim

2006-04-02T11:57:00.000-07:00

Maybe it's just me, I think they kinda look alike.

To the left is a photo of Katherine Moennig, who plays Shane on The L Word when she played Jacqueline/Jake in a WB series called The Young Americans.

To the right is a photo of former child star, Corey Haim, best known as being one half of the late 1980's teen flick machine known as The Coreys with Corey Feldman.

You be the judge.

I tried to post this onto my myspace bulletin, but it wouldn't work. That's what happens when you are myspace illiterate.

The Land of Entrapment's picks for the Oscars

2006-03-05T12:36:00.001-08:00

My Oscars, bitches...that's right!
Best Picture: Brokeback Mountain (Dark horse: Crash). All the films nominated are social/global commentary films. Both films will influence the way people think about gay people and race relations. Brokeback Mountain is a very quiet, powerful film. Crash on the other hand, is the opposite of Brokeback in terms of techinique and style. It's brash, blunt and makes L.A. look like racism is in the polluted air and water supply. I believe that the blunt racist dialogue of the film is actually the character's internal dialogue made external for dramatic effect.

And by the way, why the HELL isn't THE CONSTANT GARDENER NOMINATED?

Best Actor: Phillip Seymour Hoffman for Capote (Dark Horse...take your pick...Terrence Howard for Hustle and Flow, Joaquin Phoenix for Walk the Line Heath Leadger for Brokeback Mountain and David Straithaim. I just don't know. I loved Heath Ledger's performance of Ennis Del Mar....his performance is all in his body language and what is not said. Ledger's performance is subtle and heartbraking (who would have thunk it?) I must admit that I haven't seen Hustle and Flow nor Good Night and Good Luck. But from what I've seen of the previews for GNGL and from what I've seen in Terrence Howard...they've all done good, strong work.

We all know that The Academy members sometimes vote not only by judging one performance, but sometimes a career. Sometimes, The Academy seems to reward people for a performance when in actuality that person was robbed of a nomination or an award for another role.

Best Actress: Felicity Huffman for TRANSAMERICA. She's a woman who's playing a man who's almost a woman (Dark Horse: Reese Witherspoon for WALK THE LINE). Another tough decision. While a lot of people are pulling for Reese, I'm going to go with Felicity Huffman...I think Huffman's character was more complicated than Reese's, not to say that Reese's work wasn't excellent, because it was. I thought she made a great June Carter Cash.

Best Supporting Actor: I'm going with George Clooney, it was almost unrecognizable in Syriana. He disappeared into the role, as a cornered, beat down, CIA agent Bob Barnes. My dark horse contender for this catagory, well, take a pick: Paul Giamatti for Cinderella Man, Matt Dillon, "Crash"; Jake Gyllenhaal, "Brokeback Mountain"; William Hurt, "A History of Violence," although Hurt, I don't think has a chance. I'd like to see Jake win...Mr. Jack Nasty.

Best Supporting Actress: I'm going with Rachel Weiss for THE CONSTANT GARDENER. I also loved Amy Adams' performance in JUNEBUG. She'd make a phenominal surprise winner! JUNEBUG was such a small movie, that would be great. But actually, I'd really love to see MICHELLE WILLIAMS for BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN. She was amazing as Alma, the wife of Ennis Del Mar. That scene where she sees Jack and Ennis interact when Jack comes to town. That scene at the sink between her and Heath...."Jack Twist, Jack NASTY!" Not many people could carry out that line and still gain my sympathy.

Director: I'm going with Ang Lee for BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN. It's an amazing film. Ang Lee kicks ass. Dark Horses: George Clooney, for GOOD NIGHT AND GOODLUCK, Bennett Miller for CAPOTE. I'd be very surprised if either PAUL HAGGIS (CRASH) or STEVEN SPIELBERG (MUNICH) won.

Foreign Film: I have no idea. How bout Tsotsi from South Africa? I'd like to see that one.

Adapted Screenplay: I'm going with Larry McMurtry and Diana Ossana for Brokeback Mountain. Dark Horses: Dan Futterman for CAPOTE (oh wow....I know him...an actor...Will and Grace...the geek who turned into a God after Will and Jack gave him a makeover...he was also Amy's writer brother on Judging Amy) or Jeffry Caine for THE CONSTANT GARDENER.

Original Screenplay: I'm going with PAUL HAGGIS, PAUL HAGGIS, PAUL HAGGIS, PAUL HAGGIS, PAUL HAGGIS, PAUL HAGGIS for CRASH, CRASH, CRASH, CRASH. I doubt that there will be a dark horse. It's all about Haggis. Not many people can take a story like that and not make it cheesy and completely overdone...although the script does start to go there, but never does vear off the road.

And that's all the nominations I'm guessin on....I'm cold..i'm in shorts in SF, que what? I've been on this computer too long.

Link

Check out my buddy, Ken Spivey's Music

2006-03-05T11:38:00.000-08:00

Ken Spivey and Augusta

Someday Ken and Augusta might very well be famous, but right now they are hustling cds. Check em out at their myspace link
....everybody's on myspace.....well, it's a marketing tool.

I've known Ken for some years now. He's growing as a songwriter, guitar player and singer...and his girlfriend, Augusta is a great addition. She's got a great voice. It's like James and Carly with less money, more drama, less drugs and more angst.

Everybody! Listen to Hey Willpower!!!! It's hot, pop music sex on rollerskates.

2006-03-04T11:53:00.000-08:00

Hey Willpower is...is...hmm...how to describe them? A band? No. A duo with backup dancers? Yeah. Hey Willpower as San Francisco based band that is made up of Will Schwartz (of Imperial Teen), Tomo and two dancers. Will sings and dances with Justin and Karen? Erin.... and Tomo mixes the music on his computer. He's like a laptop DJ.

Together they make funky fresh dance tunes and dance moves that beckon back to the sweet songs of my youth. It's hot, sensual, summer like, pop music sex on rollerskates.

My Hood in pictures....

2006-03-03T11:09:00.000-08:00

I'm working on this personal documentary on my time in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I'm damning myself for not taking more photos of the places I used to hang out at...such as The Paramount, The Drama Club, Dana's After Dark and work at ie: Atalaya and The Whistling Moon....and the people I used to know back then.

As a result, I've decided to capture atleast some of my current environment as it exists right now. The other night I took my walk up to Delores Park and took photos as I walked up to the park. I've also have been experimenting with motion and not using flashes.

All photos and content ©Dianne Brennan

Most Winning craigslist post for a job as a Personal Ass. to a Realtor

2006-02-28T14:19:00.000-08:00

Wow, this lady is excluding half of San Francisco in her ad. Yes, I'd love to work for you, you sound great to work for!

Maybe it's me....

Part Time Personal Assistant to a Realtor

Date: 2006-02-28, 8:57AM PST

I am looking for a part time personal assistant. Duties would include supporting my personal life with errands, shopping etc. Other dutues would include filing, some computer work, mailings, and occasional interfacing with clients.

This job is ideal for a college/grad student. Hours would be 6-20 per week, depending on work flow. Availability: most of the work is between 10AM and 6PM, Monday through Friday, rarely evenings, rarely Saturdays. I often need help with open houses on Sunday afternoons.

You must be a non-smoker and do not use speed or other 'party' drugs. You must have a business appearance meaning no visible tatoos, piercings (other than ears) or odd hair color, though the dress is casual. Strong preference for someone who has a car and lives in San Francisco. Excellent communication skills are required, including the ability to spell (sorry CA public school system graduates) and think on your feet. Familiarity with common computer programs helpful. Experience with ACT or graphic design software or possession of a CA real estate license is ideal though not necessary. Former customer service experience and/or extremely outgoing personality is helpful.

If you normally respond to job ads by forwarding only a resume and expecting a response, skip this one, it will be discarded. State compensation requirements in your reply.

Job location is San Francsico
This is a part-time job.
no -- Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.
no -- Please, no phone calls about this job!
no -- Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.
no -- Reposting this message elsewhere is NOT OK.

From the wicked mind of Kevin Smith, Clerks II in theatres Aug. 18th.

2006-02-26T16:26:00.000-08:00

Maybe I'm out of the loop, but I just found out that Kevin Smith is in post production on Clerks II, no really. I happened to go to IMDB.com to check out BlogItemURL>Rosario Dawson's bio, cuz my HOMEgirl kicks ass! I watched Rent last night...pretty good....except for one part at the very end which diverts from the play, which I never saw live, but I read alot about Rent and was very inspired by Jonathan Larson. But even the part at the end that diverts from the musical, I didnt mind so much. Without having seen the original Broadway production, I must say that this Rent movie is a pretty nice tribute to Jonathan Larson and also to that cast, as most returned to do the film.

You get the sense that death is circling around the characters in the film, as the play and the movie take place in 1989, and some characters are HIV positive and Bush I is in the White House after the country dealt with 8 years of Reagan. There's an urgency to these people, a daringness, anger, a fuck you attitude and above all, hope (to quote Moulin Rouge).

I highly recommend Rent!

Child abusers suck....

2006-02-03T11:07:00.000-08:00

Derek Torres, age 31 from Middleboro, MA is a loser. Yeah, a real tough guy...gain some control.

I really hope the mother kicked his lame ass out! I'm glad she reported the crime though.

This pissed me off. Grrrr.

If you're in the SF Bay Area: please be on the look out for a Black Honda CR-V with damage to the front passenger side door and no mirror...

2006-01-30T09:32:00.000-08:00

I know that this is a little late, but better late than never. Feel free to pass this on!

San Francisco bicyclist and City College film student, Sarah Tucker, aged 26, seen here on the right, was struck and killed by a Honda CR-V, similar to the one in the photo to the left, back on January 12th at the intersection of Geary and Polk, in the city's 'Tendernob District.'

Tucker, as she was known to friends, had just come from a dance party called Tango, Tango on Wednesday, January 11, 2006 as she biked south on Polk Street. The driver of the Honda drove east on Geary and ignored the red light (or the yellow light, according to SFgate.com) and apparently sped through the intersection.

According to witnesses, Tucker, who had been wearing a helmet, had enough time to yell: "Hey" at the driver, which had gotten the witnesses' attention, but she did not have time to come to a full stop before hitting the front passenger side door.

Tucker catapulted into the air and landed into the street. She was taken to SF General Hospital to be treated for her serious head injuries and died the next morning at 9:46am.

The driver then, according to the SF Examiner, (which you'll have to do a search on Sarah Tucker when you get there because you'll receive a message that tells you the article is too old, and tells you to search, which in turn provides you with the article, with the same link), quoting Shani Heckman (a classmate of mine at City College), a friend of Tucker's, who in turn quoted witnesses (boy, that was confusing), turned off his exterior lights to make it more difficult for people to identify his licence plate before he drove away from the scene.

However, witnesses did get a good look at the driver's face before he turn off his lights, according to Inspector Pat Tobin, an officer with the SFPD's Hit and Run Division. He wasn't carrying any passengers.

Witnesses described the driver of the Honda as a black man in his 40's. Police are also still searching for the black, Honda CR-V with noticable damage to the front passenger door.

Any witnesses to the event itself or those who have spotted a black Honda CR-V with damage to the front passenger door are encouraged to call Pat Tobin in the hit-and-run division at (415) 553-1641, or call the department's confidential tip line at (415) 575-4444.

Personal Note: I did not know Sarah Tucker, but saw her around in the film department, I was aware of her and have a mutual friend or two. I also used to be a bicylist, using my bike as my transportation when I lived in Santa Fe.

As I said to a friend of mine the other day: "How can someone just run over another person and then speed off."

Jody responded: "Well, apparently you're and my reality and sense of responsibility is different from a lot of people's." Or something like that. Point being, a lot of people hit or run over another person, or an animal, and just keep on going with their lives as if nothing ever happened. That's pretty fuckin' scary.

I do believe in karma..and I hope Mr. CR-V turns himself in or is caught. I wonder if the police will release a sketch of the guy soon. Maybe they can narrow it down by going to the DMV (assuming that the car wasn't stolen and the driver lives in San Francsico) and pull up the records and ID's of those who own a black Honda CR-V and start there? Time consuming, sure but I wonder if it would work.

Hopefully the chump won't try to sell his car on Craigslist .

Angelina Jolie distracts business people and politicians at the World Economic Forum - with her hotness!

2006-01-29T13:16:00.000-08:00

Angelina, Her Hotness and UNHCR Goodwill Embasador, has been at the World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland with her man, Brad Pitt, His Hotness. As everyone in the world now knows, she's having his baby, he's adopting her children, even though they won't confirm their relationhip to the press....good for them.

Yahoo News reported this morning: "The Oscar-winner and her beau Brad Pitt, whose child she is carrying, have reduced the global elite at Davos to star-struck autograph hunters, scrambling over each other to get a glimpse of the actress and her man.

If this is true, can you picture it?

The auditorium is at a roar, the global elite are begging Angelina and Brad for autographs, pictures, calls home to the kids on their cell, like freshmen trying to make conversation with the cool seniors in school.

Brad looks around the auditorium. His eyes widen at seeing the anarchy over him and his girlfriend. His hands start to shake. His lower lip quivers. A single tear falls onto his black pants. And then something inside of him tells him to look up.

There's Angelina staring back at her lover intently. She's sitting on a chair on the stage with the rest of the panel, 3 men and one woman, from all over the world. Seeing Brad so sad makes her heart open even wider. She has never felt love for a man so deeply until this moment, her kids, yes, but never for a man, until now.

Angelina cooly surveys the auditorium and then her eyes fall back onto Brad. She knows she can do this. She must take control of the situation.

Brad's lip stops quivering. His hands stop shaking.

Angelina jumps from her seat and takes the microphone from the foot of the stage. She looks at the audience intently. She gains her strength.

She leans into the mic and says: "I know that I'm hot and that my honey is also hot and our baby," she thoughtfully touches her stomach and smiles and the audience coos, "our baby will also be hot. Brad and I also know that you know that as well and we APPRECIATE that, we do."

The audience, including Brad is enraptured by Angelina.

Angelina continues on: "But now is not the time for adulation, you must control yourselves. I am just a human being! He," she points toward Brad, "is a human being. We are all human beings. One and the same. It doesn't matter that he and I are actors, movie stars, who fell in love on the set, but did not start a relationship until his marriage was over. We are just two people in a relationhip, with two kids and one more on the way. Right now," Angelina chokes up, but quickly regains her composure, "this moment, all of this adulation should not be for us, it should be for all the people around the world who live in extreme poverty, with the threat of diseases that most people don't have to think about; people who are forced from their homeland by war, by genocide. This moment is about them, not us."

Angelina steps back from the mic and shashays back to her seat. The rest of the people on the panel look at her in stunned silence as does everyone in the audience.

Brad, inspired by his love's speech and her guts, pulls himself up from his seat. He cups his hands together and claps, looking up at Angelina proudly.

Slowly the rest of the panel and then the rest of the auditorium rise to give Angelina a standing ovation.

Resaurant Resumes

2006-01-27T12:15:00.000-08:00

I just finished updating my restaurant resume - something I had hoped to not have to deal with again.

I had to try to remember everywhere I worked in the past decade. that's very hard. I think that my memory is pretty good, but 1995, 1996 are so far away from me now...it's all very fuzzy, except for some moments and also kinda scary to go back there.

If you are in the SF Bay Area go see this double bill now!

2006-01-22T10:46:00.000-08:00

So last night I went out with my friends, Jody and John to check out in person this crazy physical theatre that involves bungee cords, ballet, comedy, drama, song, the rain, a bathtub, a toilet, a blindfold, a woman and a curtain...among other things Lauren, a woman who co-directs it and is in it is a friend of my friends. I'd only seen Eat Cake Productions on film...Jody did a short film on one of their productions.

Anyway they were taking part in the Women on the Way Theatre Festival at Dance Mission, @ 24th and Mission, next to LaBoheme Cafe, across the street from the 24th St. BART Station.

Yes, Eat Cake Productions is as cool, crazy as it sounds. There are also a couple of poignant moments in this new production, moments that kick it back to an old fashioned musical, but with a new twist.

But first up, there was the Chinese Clown Cabaret.

Personally, I kinda don't like clowns...the ones with all the make up and stuff, they just make me uneasy. I blame that John Wayne Gacy TV movie with Brian Dennehy and the first Poltergiest. I'm not ashamed to admit it. Clowns are kinda freaky. But the Chinese Clown Cabaret was fine....she only wears a red nose.

Jane Chen created the production and utilizes her real life mother, Tair Chen, who has never acted before, but has observed her daughters' rehearsals for the past 17 years.

What they've got here is a cool lil production that has a few different layers to it: a fun musical, that offers a twisted take on the song, Mary Had a Little Lamb; a poignant and hilarious glimpse into a Mother/Adolescent Girl Clown relationship that incorporates English and Chinese language and folk songs.

Seriously, if you are in the Bay Area, you should check out this production. I think tonight is the last night they are grouped together, but will appear separately throughout the festival, which runs until next weekend.

I guarantee that you'll have fun. If you don't, your just not human.

As NerveBlog Says: How else could a Sexual Rendezvous in a marsh end?

2006-01-12T12:58:00.000-08:00

I think they have a point.

"Arrest warrants have been issued for a 49-year-old Middletown man who had to be hoisted to safety by a police helicopter after getting stuck in waist-deep mud when a would-be sexual rendezvous in a marsh went bad, police said."

Anybody else laughin'?

J.T. Leroy a fake?...run fur tha hills...the fuzz is a comin'

2006-01-11T17:46:00.001-08:00

I started my morning off reading Bett Williams' blog, about reports that J.T. Leroy is a fake and that Angelina Jolie is truly pregnant with Brad Pitt's child. I should be looking for a job.

I must say that the J.T. Leroy rumour has been floating around these here hills in San Francisco for quite a while....Just a few weeks ago a film school classmate, Shani, who knows everything about what's up in San Francisco said words to the effect of: "J.T. Leroy's a fake. C'on....those articles in 7x7 (a SF mag) are a totally different writing style than the books...."

I did notice that.

I spent another 30 minutes of my life checking out articles on this development. Here they are, make up your own mind:

It seems to have started out from an article in New York Magazine last fall . This article was apparently supposed to be published in the San Francisco Bay Guardian last fall, but they declined to publish it.

Then came an article in the NY Times, written by Warren St. John on January 9th. I can't provide a link to this article without revealing my ID to the website....look it up yourself.

Then in yesterday's Chronicle, there were two articles, following up on the NY Times article:

One offering new clues to the J.T. Leroy mystery

And then there was afirst person account on how an editor got roped into being one of the many editors J.T. Leroy worked with.

As one person said to me: How did they fake so many friends - all the friends who thought he was real - could it be faked?

I dunno.

At the very least, good show. Except if you are an actual writer who's trying to get their work published.

I'm just happy I haven't read James Frey's: Million Little Pieces. Maybe I'll wait till the hype dies down. I've wanted to read it.

But...OOO, he's got some 'splainin' to do. I would not want to be on Oprah's bad side...Nuh uh....not me...

Apparently he embellished some of the details of his life. I'm not sure if it's such a bad thing, especially if it's done for dramatic purposes, but then again, it shouldn't be called a memoir. Maybe Random House should add the subtitle of "the mostly true account of my road to sobriety." Of words to that effect. If it helps people get sober....it helps people to get sober.

Max Pelta - a young singer songwriter I like, has died

2006-01-10T11:30:00.000-08:00

Tribute page for Maxwell Jonas Pelta
Go here to listen to Max's songs. Do it! Thanks to John Treadwell of Frogville Records for giving permission to list this link and the frogville link of the right side of the page.

Max was only 19 years old. He was the little brother to Thamusement band member, Enion Pelta, brother in-law to David Tiller. He is also survived by his parents and friends....the latter part of this paragraph feels weird to me, but I don't know his parents names and don't want to invade their privacy, so I won't change it.

I was turned onto Max Pelta through the
Frogville Records website, Frogville is a cool music collective, label and distribution center started by a bunch of musicians in Santa Fe. He recorded a bunch of demos with frogville, I think in the summer. The demos are very rough of course, you can hear a lot of talent in there, in terms of his guitar playing and his lyrics and he had a good voice as well. There was an intensity there that can be heard, especially in the song, Delusions of Grandeur....one of my favorites.

I was looking forward to supporting his music. I had just given a friend a cd of music of his and others (Let it be noted that I support these guys by going to their shows and buying cds whenever possible) on Saturday...without knowing....I didn't find out about his death until the wee hours of Monday morning.

Right now his song Alone happened to come on (my I-tunes library is playing on random order). It's strange to hear him sing and to know he's not breathing...he is no longer with us....no longer writing songs...and doing whatever else he did.

Max's death is shocking to me and I didn't even know him. I can only imagine what his family and friends are feeling. I am truly sorry for their loss.

Guy with the same name as actor shot in the abdomin by jealous ex lover

2006-01-06T11:25:00.000-08:00

Not to cause an omen or anything, but this coincidence kinda weirded me out a little bit. This morning I surfed the web, like I usually do since I don't have a job right now. I found this article in my old hometown newspaper.
Strange to me that this guy shares the same name and is the same age as actor, Joaquin Phoenix. How many Joaquin Phoenixes (? is there a plural to that?) are there walking around on this earth?

Again, to reiterate: I wish no ill will by posting this, again, just a strange coincidence. I wish the actor Joaquin Phoenix many good things in his life. Oprah Winfrey was right, he does need to get used to hearing praise about his work. The older he gets the better of an actor he becomes.
Joaquin Phoenix has amazing eyes. I love his green eyes. He's hot in a strange way. I bet he has a musky, sensual male smell. We all have a smell, a scent y'know. Although, it would never work between him and I, if I ever did meet him as he is a Scorpio and I am a Gemini. But if we did hook up, I hear we'd have great sex. Scorpios are sposed to give good nooky.

From PopMatters....The YATS (YELLING AT THE SCREEN AWARDS)...

2006-01-04T13:42:00.000-08:00

Mark H. Harris is funny as all hell.
Seriously. I giggled several times. Example: "Lowest Black Turnout for a Movie:
Elizabethtown. If these people were any whiter, they'd be clear." It's so easy to make fun of Whitey, but sometimes it only hurts because it's true...but funny is funny is funny....

Thanks to Wayne for sending me this.

Buy my friend's artwork

2006-01-03T10:56:00.000-08:00

The other day I randomly googled my friend, Vicki. I randomly google people I know and myself. It's a quirk.

Anyway, Vic finally got her work up onto an
art website. This one here is called Blessings. It's my absolute favorite piece of her work thus far, that and another one, called Death and Transformation (which has been sold). I'd love to buy it from her, but I should get a job first.

I need photos of the Paramount and Bar B in Santa Fe, NM for my personal doc.

2005-12-28T12:06:00.000-08:00

Yo, folks. Happy Halloween, Merry Kwanzaa, Happy Christmas, Merry Hanukkah! Happy New Year!

I mean all that. But seriously....Does anyone have any photos of the old Paramount nightclub and it's adjoining bar in Santa Fe that I can use in my personal doc on my tenure in Santa Fe, NM, tentatively called Goodbye Santa Fe, Goodbye Land of Entrapment? I can't pay you, but I can give you a photo credit.

I'm looking for photos that include the dancefloor, dancing, the bar, people, dj's, the dj booth, bar b, etc.

Help! Cheer, luv.

So I went to the movies today....

2005-12-21T19:09:00.000-08:00

So today...my first day off from school - ended yesterday - I went to the movies. I saw The Family Stonee, a Christmas movie with a great cast, Sarah Jessica Parker, Craig T. Nelson (in his best role since Poltergiest or Coach) Diane Keaton, Dermot Mulroney, Claire Danes, Luke Wilson, who plays a lovable stoner and few actors I am not familiar with...

But here's the kicker...as I'm watching the movie....there's this scene between Luke Wilson and Sarah Jessica Parker in a bar...the movie takes place in Thayer, MA, I think....anyway...a couple of guys that Wilson's caracter went to high school with - one of whom popped his sister's cherry - he and the other guy, David Silver (?) are both now EMTs. I'm looking at the guy who plays the David guy, not the Cherry Popper, but the other guy. He's kinda cute, then I start thinking: "This guy looks familiar....Did I go to college with him? Yeah, I think I did go to college with him....What's his name?....Rob.....Rob something or other....I had a crush on him....Wow...Yeah, that's him." I flashback to my friend from college, Jody, who told me a long time ago that he had moved to Brookline and had been getting acting gigs. "Yeah...that's him...he filled out (he used to be skinny/lanky, he maybe working out)...still kinda cute though.

The Family Stone....is okay as a movie. I thought the cast was really good. I can see how Sarah Jessica Parker got a Golden Globe nomination for Best Actress in a Comedy...although I didn't think it was a comedy. Yeah the acting was pretty decent, however....something about it didn't hold my attention....maybe I'm just distracted by Christmas....I expected a comedy, but got a drama, with some funny moments. I was struck by how ready a couple of the women in the Stone family are to attack Merideth (Sarah Jessica Parker's character). They struck me as having a pack mentality in the first act, as I said eager to gather around and pick on Merideth because she is not liberal like the family, like a pack of hyenas. It made me sympathize with Merideth and not sympathize so much with a couple of the family members....this is inspite of Merideth being so uptight that she'd rather duck than hug....that she says the wrong thing...and makes it worse all the time....especially at a family dinner.

I do believe that this movie is worth seeing. It does give some food for thought...in a subversive way....and the interiors and the exteriors shot in New England, my home country are beautiful to look at.

Then after The Family Stone, I snuck into Walk the Line with Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon. I figure I missed about the first half an hour....but that's okay....I've wanted to see this movie for a long time...so tempting...a rainy afternoon, a hallway...two movie theatres and no one looking.

I highly recommend this movie...all the actors are really good....I didn't expect to forget that I was watching Joaquin Phoenix playing Johnny Cash and Reese Witherspoon playing June Carter, but I did find myself doing that. Both of these guys are on fire. They deserve their noms....I hope they get more. I think I want this one on DVD when it comes out.

Go see this movie.

Trailblazing comic Richard Pryor Dead at 65....RIP MoFo

2005-12-11T10:28:00.000-08:00

I don't mean any offense to anyone, but I'm glad he's not suffering anymore. I'd imagine that he had suffered quite a bit in his life, albeit much of it by his own hand.

BBC Obit

Godspeed, Richard Pryor.

Well...

2005-11-21T20:25:00.000-08:00

got laid off today. My boss, the owner of the company was nice about it though. She felt bad. There isn't enough work to go around. She gave me a decent severance pay check though, hopefully enough to tide me over for a couple of months.

I tried calling friends to lean on them. Two didn't answer their phone. One had her cell phone turned off because of two things: She's roaming and she's watching Monday Night Football...and the Packs are beating her b/f's team, The Vikings.

Now what?

Right On, Sista

2005-11-21T09:02:00.000-08:00

The Santa Fe Police Department is investigating the following reports:

A woman in the 1200 block of Zepol Road reported a man climbing through her bedroom window awoke her at 2 a.m. Saturday. She said she told him to leave and escorted him out.

Now, that's cool!

Fight tha powa!

Ho-oh! Ho-oh! Funky Fresh! Funky Fresh! Ho!

2005-11-15T21:53:00.000-08:00

i'm coming out of a fog...it is San Francisco after all....but it's a different kind of fog...a haze...draw your own conclusions.

anyway...i made an impulse purchase on Saturday at StreetLight records, my local small chain record store. i've been jonsing for the old school hip hop tunes of yesteryear....

This bad boy truly lives up to it's name and has like 9 more cds to go along with it. It has all the classics such as: Hey Ladies by the Beasties, La Di Da Di, by Doug E. Fresh. Scorpio by Grand Master Flash,Tramp by Salt n Pepa, JJ Fad's almighty timeless classic, Supersonic, Egypt, Egypt by Egyptian Lover, which I don't remember hearing (early techno) and more!

I haven't been able to put this bitch down! Thanks Tommyboy records!

This one's good, too! It's got the funky fresh jams we ALL used to roller skate to on Friday nights at Riverdale Rollerworld. This one's got Whodini's The Freaks Come out At Night, Doug E. Fresh's The Show, etc.

And of course I had to buy Run-DMC's Greatest Hits, which might have come out before Jam Master Jay's untimely death (RIP). They only changed rap and rock music. This one's got My Adidas, King of Rock, Walk this Way, Sucker M.C's, You Talk Too Much, etc. Listening to this makes me want to bust out my shell toed Adidas. Actually, I did bust them out in 1989 or 1990 and was laughed at. But people I'm what those in the know call, Fashion Forward...

These songs bring me back. The people, the places. Back then in Brockton, MA - a tough town, you couldn't mix and match styles like you can now. When you're a kid you go where you're accepted. I was accepted by Dead Heads. There were no punks in Brockton, no glam, no new wave, nuthin. So, being that I hung out w/ Dead Heads, there was a lot of turquoise involved - eye shawdow, shirts, rings, etc. I was out of control. Back then I also loved Jim Morrison, in addition to New Wave, et al. I know avoid turquoise whenever I can. I have to really like something to buy someting that's turqouise, but I digress.

I felt like I had to keep my love of Whodini, Doug E. Fresh, Run-DMC, the 57 Roxanne raps and Madonna under wraps. I was closeted.

I was, however, known (to myself) to borrow Whodini, Doug E. Fresh and other tapes and jam out to these old songs in the privacy of my room when no one was around. I'd shake my booty, make a wave motion with my left hand as I waved it in the air and shout: "Ho-oh! Ho-oh! Funky Fresh!" and stuff of the sort.

And now in honor of Veteran's Day

2005-11-11T20:49:00.000-08:00

I'm avoiding work, so I'm websurfing. I happened to see this link
about soldiers who have died in this war we are still fighting, even though "active fighting" as the president calls it, ended more than two years ago.

I clicked on the link of War Casualties for my homestate of Massachusetts. I found this story. Lance Cpl. Alexander S. Arredondo was from a town that was about 25 minutes from mine. I did not know him, nor do I know his family.

I find this story and all of the stories of these soldiers and their families, sad.

As is the case with any war, there are casualites on both sides, those who will not come home. There will be and are kids with out a mother or a father, a wife or a husband without their spouse, a parent without a child.

Whether you are against the war (as it seems as though more and more are), as I am, or for the war, the one thing that we must be united on...and it seems as though we are, these men and women and their families should be treated well by us and the government once they do get home, however that may be.

Not to be even more of a downer, but I found this story and I'm wondering why I don't recall hearing about it.

Lance Cpl.Alexander S. Arredondo
20
Marines
Dead
U.S.

Alexander Arredondo always saw the glass half-full. He joined the Marines out of a sense of duty, and when others complained about their training, he just smiled and kept working. When Iraqi children threw rocks at American troops, Arredondo tried to change their attitudes. "That's one thing I will say I gave to him: optimism, which is a good thing to have in this life," said his mother, Victoria Foley. Arredondo, 20, of Randolph, Mass., died Aug. 25 in a hostile attack in Najaf. He was based at Camp Pendleton, Calif. His father was so upset upon learning of the death that he climbed into a Marine Corps van and set fire to the vehicle, seriously burning himself. "This is his scream that his child is dead. The war needs to stop," said Melida Arredondo, the fallen Marine's stepmother. She said Alex joined the Marines at the age of 17 to help pay for college. He was in his second tour of duty in Iraq. When he called home hours before his death, he sounded upbeat. "He was ready," Foley said. "He was ready to fight that night. He knew it was going to get rough."

The New Santa Fe Plaza Cam...watch the ex-cite-ment

2005-11-11T20:41:00.000-08:00

Click on da link. Even though the camera is dirty and stuff....you can see the plaza in downtown Santa Fe. The New Mexican has a this camera on the plaza that takes a picture once every minute...except when the store that the camera is apparently plugged into is closed. wow.

The Santa Fe Plaza Cam

3 bad things happened to me (2 really)

2005-11-05T16:11:00.000-08:00

1. Lost my cell phone on the K while on my way to school. Got it back a week later by a nice guy named Curiel who found my phone and called me right away to let me know, but neglected to tell me that he’d be out of town for 5 days thereafter. I started to freak out because I didn’t know what the hell was going on. Was he sick? At a funeral? Had he gotten mugged and they took his cell phone too? I am grateful that he found it and I now have it back.

2. Sprained my ankle last Saturday @ Market and 3rd St in downtown San Francisco. I was on my way to the T-Mobile store across the street when I miscalculated my step on the right ankle, my ankle went sideways and I almost fell, but caught myself, but torked my ankle severely.

3. This past Wednesday, I lost my wallet on the K, again while on my way to school. I had been busy tending to my sore ankle when it happened. Thus far it hasn’t been turned into the Muni Green Line (where drivers turn lost things into at the end of their shift. Then it goes to the Muni lost and found.

So of course I added security measures onto my accounts. But what I dread is trying to get a replacement State ID at the DMV. I cannot find my birth cert. I cannot order one because I do not have my new check card yet.

I had to replace my NOVEMBER Muni Pass, another $45 bucks down the drain.

FUCK, Man! When does it end?

On Wednesday afternoon, I rode the 43 with John Madden (not the sportscaster). I listed off my three troubles.

He put three fingers up. “Well, that’s three. It’s gonna move on now.” He said he looked me in the eye and he nodded.

“Bad” things happen in threes. Things that suck happen in threes. Things that are a part of life happen in threes.

It makes you appreciate how good your life actually is....or how much it sucks right now...a glass half empty, half full thing.

Oh yeah, when I got home Wednesday, a package had come in the mail. It was a copy of one of the indie films I worked on as a Production Assistant. I actually got a credit on this one. I also worked on a Jonathan Parker movie called The Californians around the same time, but I don't think I got credit on that one. Someday, maybe I'll be listed in IMDB.

Anyway, the film's called EMR. It was filmed in London, Los Angeles and San Francisco. The guys who directed it (co-directors, it's all the rage everywhere else but here, where only one person can be a director, according to the DGA) are nice guys, all the people associated with it were really cool.

I think it was the first film to be released simultaniously (sp) in the theatres in London and on DVD at least in England. I don't know about everywhere else. It won a few indie film festival awards around the world, pretty cool.

Buy it now. If the film makes money, then I'll actually get paid - money wise (my copy of the film is a form of payment as well). So buy em up boys and girls. Momma needs a new pair of shoes, literally.

goodbye carlos' gospel cafe in santa fe...hey that rhymes

2005-11-03T18:26:00.000-08:00

Wow! Another piece of Santa Fe as I knew it is now gone. I used to love Carlo's Gospel Cafe! Yum, yum, to the MIles Strandish sandwich! My friend Suzanne used to work there. It seemed like a good place to work.

I wonder if part of the problem was that the rent was too high? (Santa Fe needs rent control laws....do they apply toward businesses?)

And aren't property managements supposed to be responsible for the upkeep of the properties they manage? Or does that only concern residencial properties?

I, too hope that he can/will re-open another location in Santa Fe. I intended to have lunch there on day while I was in town in September. I was sorry that I didn't. And, now with this news, I am very sorry that I didn't have my Miles Standish Sandwich in September.

Also, it really sucks for his 10 employees to suddenly find themselves unemployed at the start of the slow winter season! Are the winter months as slow economically as they used to be? I really hope that they all can find good jobs that will provide them with enough income.

my sunday

2005-10-31T07:39:00.000-08:00

I literally spent several hours downloading music online yesterday. Seven Hours. My connection is slow. i am embarrassed to say that I have dial-up. I downloaded between 20 and 30 songs. It's very addicting.

Anyone Remember The Strangemen?

2005-10-27T00:16:00.000-07:00

They were this crazy sufer psychobilly band that originated on Martha's Vineyard and then moved to Boston around the time I moved to Santa Fe. I used to go to their shows when I lived on the Vineyard in 93, 94. They wore glittery suits, sun glasses and huge Marie Antoinette (sp...it's one am) wigs. They were fookin bril, a lotta, lotta fun!

Anyway, I've been thinking about them and I'm playing their cd, Channel 2,000 right now. Whatever happened to them? Anyone know?

About 4 years ago when I was back in Massachusetts for Christmas, no Thanksgiving, my lil sis got married, I ran into Johnny Odd, the drummer at my favorite coffee shop the 1369 Coffee House on Mass Ave in Cambridge. They have lamps on the tables. I'm a sucker for lamps on the tables. Anyway, Johnny Odd worked there. Either that day or the day before I had happened to find their cd at a used store. I told him about it. He was cool. He didn't remember me though, although I don't think he and I really interacted on the Vineyard. I did however see him and his girlfriend at the time, Joey, a talented singer/guitarist, have a huge screaming match while walking down the street in front of where I worked, The Wintertide, a coffeehouse, now defunct. It was thrilling.

I used to have a couple of their tapes, their first two, my friend Carrie made them for me about 9 years ago now, but I lost them when I moved to San Francisco.

Anyway, I digress. If anyone knows....please let me know....I'd love to get my hands on those first two tapes again....I'm not in touch with Carrie anymore....

Enough rambling....bed.

And then the cab driver said to the nun....

2005-10-26T11:04:00.000-07:00

Kudos to my friend, Vic for sending me this joke. This one made me laugh out loud. It's juust in time for next Monday, Halloween in the Castro. Perhaps, the landofentrapment will take a camera....

Subject:happy halloween!
A cabbie picks up a nun. She gets into the cab, and notices that the very handsome cab driver won't stop staring at her. She asks him why he is staring.

He replies: "I have a question to ask you, but I don't want to offend you"

She answers, "My son, you cannot offend me. When you're as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I'm sure that there's nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive."

"Well, I've always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me."

She responds, "Well, let's see what we can do about that: #1, you have to be single and #2, you must be Catholic."

The cab driver is very excited and says, "Yes, I'm single and Catholic!

OK" the nun says. "Pull into the next alley."

The nun fulfils the cab driver's fantasy with a kiss that would make a hooker blush. But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying.

"My dear child," said the nun, why are you crying?"

"Forgive me but I have sinned. I lied and I must confess, I'm married and I'm Jewish."

The nun says, "That's OK. My name is Kevin and I'm going to a Halloween party."

Rest in Peace Ms. Rosa Parks, who's Quiet, Non Violent Act of Defiance ...

2005-10-25T10:00:00.000-07:00

helped to ignite the Civil Rights Movement. She died last night of natural causes at the age of 92. She lived a good, long life. Let's give Miss Rosa Parks her propers, y'all. After all, she was one of the most important people in the last 20th century.

To quote from Ms. Parks used in the Boston Globe article today: ''I had no idea when I refused to give up my seat on that Montgomery bus that my small action would help put an end to the segregation laws in the South," she wrote in her autobiography, ''Rosa Parks: My Story" (1992). ''People always say that I didn't give up my seat because I was tired, but that wasn't true. I was not tired physically, or no more tired than I usually was at the end of a working day. I was not old, although some people have an image of me as being old then. I was 42. No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in."

New Study finds that being an Alcoholic Smoker Literally Makes you Stupid...

2005-10-24T14:56:00.000-07:00

Smoking Lowers IQ, Thinking Ability
I just read this. Interesting. But the study was only done on men.

this morning i ...

2005-10-23T11:35:00.000-07:00

This morning I dreampt a strange dream about Santa Fe. I can't remember all of the details, but it involved Loni and my old co-worker who became my boss, Jamie at a bar, perhaps at the St. Francis. I think it might have been daylight. There seemed to be light streaming in there. I don't know if any of us were drinking alcohol or not, but Loni and maybe Jamie were smoking. In reality I don't drink anymore and neither does Loni. Loni quit smoking 2 years ago and Jamie never has smoked.

In the dream, I know that at some point, perhaps the next day, I have to get to the airport. In the dream Loni asks me what time I need to be down there. I tell her and we all nod, not doing anything else. Jamie grips the bar and leans back in his stool.

In the dream Ben is supposed to take me to the Albuquerque Sunport in his excessively large hunter green Dodge truck that gets 8 miles per gallon, but in its defense, it does have heated leather seats.

At the bar there is a blond Dolly Parton like country star. She's like Dolly Parton, but she looks like my old nutty boss, Brenda who's from Texas, who for me, exemplified every stereotype of a Southern Bell, great down home manners, a keen ability to make you feel like you are in it together and an equally keen ability to go psycho nuts on you if she thought you had crossed her, whoa!

Fortunately for me her personality is more like Dolly Parton's. The country star had to go to the airport as well and would be happy to take me. She had a bio-diesel car.

In private, I had been concerned about the amount of fuel it would take to get down to Albuquerque in Ben's truck. It would burn off the last bit of ozone layer in the earth's atmosphere, which would in turn melt the ice caps, which would in turn cause the ocean to rise, which would in turn flood coastal regions all over the world, including San Francisco and would I have a home to come home to? Probably, because I live up on a hill....hopefully....

But then my alarm went off and I woke up. It was 10am.

It makes sense to me that I had that dream....Last night I spent the time logging the new high 8 footage from my trip to Santa Fe in September for Fiestas. It was another exciting night in the life of me.

Hopefully I can use this footage for my doc....tentatively called: Goodbye Santa Fe, Goodbye Land of Entrapment....it explores the idea of nostalgia and memory....basically it's about myself but mainly it's about all of the people who have passed through my life. It's a tribute to them.

Hopefully, I can finish it.

Oh, by the way, here's a new link. Bett Williams, former Santa Fean and survivor of The Land of Entrapment, author of The Wrestling Party
writes a blog, which chronicles her life in the City of Lost Angels, what I call, The Town that's all about Pure Ambition, Los Angeles.

There's a link on the right hand side....under uh, links....yeah.

Get free tickets to theatre...National theatre day on October 20

2005-10-13T23:49:00.000-07:00

I just thought I'd share. I saw this poster by my work last week advertising for free tickets. A bunch of playhouses in the Bay Area are hosting this event as apart of National Free Theatre Day on October 20th. I'd imagine that places all over the country are doing the same.

Maybe Coppertone will put on his annual Halloween musical: "I am Courtney Love. Just look at my babydoll dress!!" It was a smash hit in the Adobe Disneyland, the land of Fanta Se about 10 years ago (gosh, that's a DECADE!). It's like the Great Pumpkin Eater, Charlie Brown, but with the grungy glam of yesteryear!

Go get yo'self some free tickets here. Support local theatre!

Lucy Falcon

2005-10-07T10:48:00.000-07:00

i wrote this a few days ago....

sometimes you read the old local paper online (the oldest paper in the west) and discover things, like how your old neighbor's best friend was arrested in santa fe at the Warren Inn for passing "worthless checks."

when i lived in santa fe, i had a crazy ex heroin addict neighbor, David who traded heroin for booze. he was a musician, mainly a drummer, but also a guitar player who provided vocals for his band, Lucy Falcon - great name! he loved gin. When times got rough, which was about one a month for him and his alcoholic girlfriend, Karen, they'd drink Albertson's gin.. she worked at a photo lab on North Guadalupe St. David didn't work a day job at all. on occasion, he'd get a crappy gig.

sometimes he'd knock on my door in the morning and ask for ingredients for a mixer. one time, all i had to give him was Tangerine Tang. later that afternoon he came back to my door. he said that it went surprisingly well with gin.

he'd give me drum lessons for 10 bucks an hour. when he taught me the jazz beat, he'd start to drift off on the couch until i'd fuck up the beat. it was a cycle.

he had moved to santa fe because of his son. his ex wife, a surprisingly hot woman, moved there with zayne. david said he'd go wherever his son was. Zayne would call David by his name.

David had bad luck as a musician. he was a drummer for Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians before they hit it big. there was another band, also in Dallas, David was in....something with the word Lizard in the title. they were in the middle of recording a cd when David quit/got fired from that gig. Apparently there is some huge, Dallas, Seattle connection that was going on back then....long story short the band with the name. Lizard in it wound up with the drummer of the soon to be Pearl Jam. the drummer, legend has it would soon leave the Lizard band, move to Seattle and would eventually join Pearl Jam before or as they recorded Ten.

one night he played his band's tape and had me compare it w/ the beginning of Ten. the beginning and end of each tape sound the same...or simular...there's a piece of music that starts and ends both cds....

anyway....David's best friend was arrested last week. The guy used to be an editor for a local paper. he used to date Edie Brickell until, legend has it, he found her in bed with a woman while they were at a party. that was his claim to fame, dating her. Now...he's apparently living at The Warren Inn - a place not as cozy as it sounds - and passing bad checks.

I used to have a little crush on him back then. For a long time, I really liked wounded, alcoholic guys.....nice, eh?

Oh, and David and Karen? They moved to L.A. about 5 years ago. David's ex-wife moved out there with Zayne, so David followed. Before they left, Lucy Falcon got to play a couple of shows with David's old friend from Dallas, The Rev. Horton Heat. The Rev. even called Dave up onto the stage and performed on of his songs. This meant a lot to Dave. He saw it as an opportunity to give the finger to every person in Santa Fe who didn't believe that he was a musician, not just some drunk with a bad gin habit and a stutter. My guess is that he's still somewhere in L.A., living and arguing with Karen, drinking a gin and trying to be a father to his son.

my boss is an asshole

2005-09-27T14:46:00.000-07:00

my boss - he considers himself to be my boss even though i'm self employed - is a jackass

blah blog

2005-09-26T11:50:00.000-07:00

hey....at some point i'm gonna change this blog again...

these days, i'm into stripping away....both internally and externally....figuratively and literally....stripping away layers of myself until i get to who i am these days....stripping the layers of crap that junk up my apartment...the one with the leak that comes through the ceiling.

i'm into clearing things out these days....i'd like to take away the unneccessary.........

this is why the way my blog looks these days annoys me....it's cluttered and it clashes.....

i watched the martha stewart prison movie...

i wonder if martha stewart had a girlfriend in prison....maybe i shouldn't wonder about such things....

martha quote: "and it's a good thing...."

Failure

2005-09-12T20:09:00.000-07:00

I got an email telling me to do the following....do it...it's sad and funny and sad...oh, i said that already...

look up failure on google and look at the first listing....

the land of entrapment - in sfe

2005-09-08T14:52:00.000-07:00

i'm in sfe now...arrived yesterday afternoon....crazy strange seeing some peeps i haven't seen in years - making tentative plans to go to the Cowgirl or whatever....

http://www.flash-gear.com/ncnt/cnt.php?id=5440&a=1936247461&c=1257339255

Link

Every drop in the bucket counts..."$10 will buy somebody a case of water..."see below posting for links to resources

2005-09-04T13:53:00.000-07:00

that's what the lady who answered the telephone at the red cross on friday night said to me. i watched that hurricane relief concert on friday night. there wasn't much else on...and i couldn't not watch, you know...then i couldn't not give something...then i apologized for not being able to give more...sooner....i'm 5 days late and a dollar short...much like President Dubya (I really have no idea what regular people go through - but I'll pretend....do ya like my cowboy hat?....it's off white, which means I'm a good guy....you know...) Jackass Bush (George W. Bush).

when i had gotten off the phone...Mike Myers was looking rather stiff and darty eyed, looking at the camera and then Kayne West....who's dead, right on
comments about how the shit went down - or should I say, rose up in the flood waters along with the dead bodies that covered the streets of New Orleans - had already been trimmed and snipped by the National Broadcasting system, aka - NBC ....you know the part where he said: "George W. Bush doesn't care about black people."

I wonder if Kayne West had said something like - and this is just an example...Mr West didn't actually say this, ok? - "I believe that George W. Bush doesn't care about black people," instead, would NBC have aired it. He would have made it clear that this is how he feels, not NBC...

I liked the rest of Kayne West said as well. He looked really nervous. His voice was in his throat as he talked about how he had been selfish too, going shopping before giving a donation....but he's called his business manager to see what the max he can give to the people affected by this hurricane....I felt that he was speaking truthfully...he had been touched, angered and humbled by what he had seen. Good....we should all be.

I've been wanting to write this post for days. We here in America haven't even seen and heard the most graphic stuff . It's too horrible...so violent....The violence has only been alluded to although, reporters and cameramen/women have tried,....the rapes of women and children, the murder....it's too awful to show the American public....It's like "Lord of the Flies" and they've already eaten Piggy.

It shouldn't have taken 4 days for the military to have gotten there...bullshit...it doesn't take that long to mobilize...it shouldn't....you shouldn't drop a human being off on an elevated highway with nothing....The feds should have been there to supervise drop offs...hell, they should have been the ones dropping off and picking up.

You shouldn't have people living in such close quarters to dead bodies....you know the ones that have been left to rot and to be eaten by rats all over the city....

You shouldn't have to fear getting raped in the bathroom of a shelter where you are amongst a city of people...or even in the middle of the convention center....

You shouldn't have to worry about getting your throat cut in the middle of a freakin disaster...

Listen: in a disaster of this size - everybody loots - it ain't: "white people search for food" while "black people loot"

there's good lootin and there's bad lootin - I've said this before - there is a difference between lifting some water and food to give to your family because it's been 3 days since and the federal guv'ment hasn't rolled into town yet...zero tolerance for looters my ass....Dubya should have to wallow in the waters of New Orleans...Dubya should have to stay over night at the convention center....I want Dubya to have to forrage for food....could he handle it? I doubt it...although, with that said...I don't think I can handle it either...

the evacuation should have happened sooner. they should have had buses for the people who couldn't afford to get out of the city.

Bush shouldn't have diverted what....$17 million that was supposed to be used to update the 19th century levies that were only made to withstand a category 3 hurricane - to the war in Iraq.

New Orleans is under water and people have DIED - babies, old people, people with out their meds - and it's the Bush administration's fault....The federal guvment has FAILED - they've got blood on their hands - the blood of U.S. soldiers, of Iraqi civilians, and the blood of what may amount to a few THOUSAND men, women and children along the Gulf Coast.

But enough about the bitching...here's some shit we can do:

Resources:

We've got your back - from Dosomething.org - for schoolkids mainly - they want peeps to donate backpacks, etc for school age kids who have lost everyhing

craigslist....hurricane resources - affected areas in red - includes missing persons, missing pets, housing, jobs, etc - if you are looking for someone - go to each local craigslist, ie: New Orleans, etc

The Big Easy is in Big Hell

2005-09-01T19:28:00.000-07:00

i was gonna post pictures i found on the net...with photo credits to the appropriate peeps, of course...however, after much thought i decided against it. i believe that everyone with a television or a radio or just an imagination knows what's goin on in New Orleans.

so many people dead, homeless, lost.

i can't stop thinking of several images i saw on the tele last night:

the woman sitting at the foot of her husband's body, crying ; they had tried to leave, but didn't have the resources, as so many people didn't.

the man in his 30's talking to a blond female reporter, dazed and in a world of pain, his two sons who are probably 10 and 12 standing besides him. I think his wife drowned.

her last words to him were: "I love you. Take care of the kids."

the reporter asked him if he had anywhere to go, anyone to call, he kept saying: "I'm lost," over and over again. the reporter cried as well.

somebody's Yellow Huskie looking dog, asleep on a corner of a rooftop. someone had placed a big silver bowl in front of him. he looked exhausted.

somebody's Irish Setter sitting on a roof that was lower than the regular roof. he stared right into the camera. he/she looked sad.

this morning i heard a story on npr about how people got really pissed off at the photojournalists who took photos of people had died in front of the colosium in New Orleans. today I saw two photos of elderly people who had died while waiting there....

I've seen photos and video of people helping other people....I've heard the stories of looting....I think in this case there's useful looting - getting food for yourself and your family so you don't starve and dehydrate while your waiting for rescue workers to get to you....and then there's the bad looting...I mean, no one needs a big ass wide screen tv right now...especially when the lights are out....

and just when you thought you had seen anarchy and violence in New Orleans....then here comes the real anarchy and real violence.

i'm not sure how wide spread it actually is:

http://www.freenewmexican.com/news/32003.html

I also heard a story on npr about people looking for loved ones or people offering help on craigslist:

http://neworleans.craigslist.org/laf/

i ain't too good w/ these links yet.

if you lost someone or don't know where they are, I'm sorry.

Thank Baby Jesus....coppertone has finally updated his life and blog

2005-08-29T13:59:00.000-07:00

shh...i'm at work again....go here....look at this....click on the title. hurry. it's exciting.

ok...now i have to work again...sneaking is fun!

shh....

a random note to a friend on friendster....

2005-08-28T18:51:00.000-07:00

i'm not capable of saying or typing much this evening....spent the day outside....a beautiful San Francisco day....since i'm not capable of much right now....here's a note that i just wrote to a friend - a filmmaking freak named John - he's got a fancy Panasonic DVX 100....some call it the best video camera....it makes video look like film...it's a 3 chip....anyway...here, enjoy?

i don't think you added me. you're not showing up on my network...unless it's delayed.

oh crap.

my ears are sunburnt....my s-8 camera that i bought for 5 bucks 2 years ago....eats up a lot of batteries....i finally got around to seeing if it works....just shooting a bunch of random crap....i need a light meter...i guessimated on the readings...what the hell, you know....i'll let you know how it came out next week, i guess....you know how film is....or "CELLuLOID" as you snicker....i mean say.

i'm a ramblin...like i said my ears are sunburnt...i'm going a home.

see you Wednesday.

Dianne

Que Viva, La Fiesta

2005-08-27T13:57:00.000-07:00

so it appears that maybe the problem is solved...the pet sitting thing is...but i don't wanna curse it....one friend stepped up and other one may also....the thing is that i just found out that my Smooches - The Smoochalischious, the Girl, Girl (see left) - has an elevated thyroid level, which can happen in older cats - she's 17....my Monster Kitty (see previous entry) is 16...that's years old...those are just estimates....anyway, Smooches must take a quarter of a pill twice a day. in 3 weeks the vet will measure her thyroid levels with a blood test, they'll work out the dosage over time.

I just wanna make sure they're safe before I can leave town.

The Girls, as I call em, kinda chose me close 3 years ago come November/December. I used to live in a flat on Market St, next to the Lucky 13. My old loser roommate, Robert, who was a friend of an acquaintance....wasn't taking care of the cats. Smooches stuck w/ the Monster cuz that cat is really vocal when she wants something and isn't getting it....such as food. The Girls would come running up to me when I'd come in. Monster would let out an angry meow. Smooches meow was lower and sounded more desperate.

I asked Robert about it. He said he ran out of money for a couple of days...He couldn't afford to buy them food. I thought it was because he was positive and in a depression. I took over buying food for the cats. Robert said that I could deduct the expenses off of my rent and utilities.

The Girls paid me back by sleeping in my room and greeting me in their cat way when I came home. Cat's are smart.

oh, yeah, I changed their names. Monster used to be Romanka and Smooches used to be Bogarka. Eliza, an old friend of mine in Santa Fe said that Romanka and Bogarka sounded like Russian porn star names. she was glad that i changed them.

it turned out that not only was Robert positive and in a depression, but he was also a junkie - a speed freak, who spent the checks we gave him for rent on speed. fuck the house, fuck the cats, fuck everything. he had a really good deal, too, probably the most sweet deal in San Fran...Rent Control...a 4 bedroom flat (including a gigantic living room converted into a bedroom, which was mine after i discovered that Robert gouged us for rent) for a total of $1,100 or $1,200 - I forget the exact amount. He made a profit of $500 bucks a month...3 rooms for $500-550....that would be if he had paid the rent. Can you imagine spending $1,100 bucks on speed and chinese food and pizza deliveries?

a custody battle ensued. he wanted to bring the Smooches to Mendocino and let her stay w/ a friend temporarilly - he got the Smooch from her when she was 3 months old. He said I could have Monster, he didn't love her, she didn't love him. fhen Robert said that she was going to the pound.

I said: "Fuck you. I'm taking these cats." the gall!

fortunately I found a place for us all. On occasion Robert calls - about every 6 months. He wants to know how the cats are, namely Smooches/Bogarka.

he called and left a message for me a couple of months ago or so, saying for me to call him back if i wanted. i didn't want to, so i didn't. again, the gall!

the last time he called, he didn't leave a message.

back in january, robert said that he had a job working at Tower Records in Chinatown...in the classical section. he has walked by me a few times....coming off of the train at the Church St station....walking up Market by the flat where we lived....each time, he's oblivious to all.

i ran into my old neighbor, Cannon, who lives downstairs still. he said that the landlord ...oh yeah...the landlord let Robert slide on not paying for 9, NINE MONTHS!!!....anyway, he and his corporation have given notice that they've put in for a demolishing permit. according to Cannon, it'll take a long time. i did a title search on the the properties next door. the corporation that the landlord belongs to owns the lot next door, the one next to Lucky 13. people who work at the lucky said they don't know anything about it....i think they believe that the owner of the bar owns the land that it's on....maybe the landlord's corporation's trying to talk the Lucky into selling....who knows.

according to Cannon...the landlord wants to demolish the apartment building and wants to build a 28 unit complex, a mixed commercial and residential complex. 28 units....

whoa...is this what they call "Stream of Consciousness Writing...?"

the land of entrapment is supposed to go to the land of entrapment....but....

2005-08-26T20:41:00.000-07:00

but i don't....can't seem to find a good trust worthy person to cat sit....who wouldn't want to hang out with the Smooches and the Monster (see picture)?

i'm supposed to leave on Sept 7th....supposed to go for Fiesta's, que Viva la Fiesta.

see von iva and willpower sat. night @ the independant on divis only in SF-And this just in: will schwartz of imperial teen is still one hot lil man

2005-08-19T20:09:00.000-07:00

that extra photo is just a mistake, but it looks interesting and arty....kinda...maybe. but seriously folks....if you wanna have fun and dance...go see von iva and willpower.

willpower is will schwartz's latest thing since his other band, imperial teen is on hiatus. willpower's a tribute to the old school hip-hop/pop music we all used to rollerstake to on a friday night at Riverdale RollerWorld...it's excellent fun.

misspellings

2005-08-16T21:20:00.000-07:00

that's funny, i just realized that i misspelled my land of entrapment drawing thingy....haha...oh

Introducing the New Land of Entrapment Super Veggie Burrito with the traditional New Mexican topping, Christmas....

2005-08-16T21:10:00.000-07:00

...or for those of you who aren't in the know....red chile and green chile lathered on top of the burrito in a naughty naughty combination....it's like having a little firery 'taste of Santa Fe' - not THAT way, dirty...not in the bathroom of the now defunct Paramount way (see previous posts)...but like in a Tia Sophia kind of way....

I'm rambling....

After much time spent slaving over the keyboard hunchedbacked, I seemed to have updated all the colors and font size of my blog....interesting or ugly?

My blog is fucked

2005-08-14T11:34:00.000-07:00

my blog is fucked! someday i'll get it back to where it once was

Marc Cohn is one lucky SOB!

2005-08-08T20:22:00.000-07:00

Grammy award winning singer-songwriter, Marc Cohn has apparently survived being shot in the temple by a carjacking tool who, according to the Denver Post, announced that he didn't want to go back to prison.

Gosh! There isn't a more sure fire way to assure that you won't go to prison than bustin out w/ a good ol fashioned carjackin gone wrong and shooting someone! Oh, was that mean? I'm sorry....but back to my serious reporting skills....and I means skeels....

According to USA Today, Cohn has been treated at an area hospital and released today. Doctors were able to remove the bullet that protruded from Cohn's skull.

Cohn had just come from playing a sold out show in Denver when the attempted carjacking occured on Sunday night. The Denver Po-lice are looking for Joseph William Yachteen, 26, the suspected shooter.

The bullets grazed Cohn's driver and Cohn's manager. He was alert and responding to emergency workers when they arrived.

Cohn is married to ABC News reporter, Elizabeth Vargas.

Hopefully Cohn will stay lucky...the landofentrapment hopes for a speedy recovery for Cohn as she at least at one point in time owned his first cd.

Satanic Sally....she/he "do be the pitiest, pitiest girl in the world"

2005-08-05T20:16:00.000-07:00

i'm just not convinced that you'll be able to see pretty Sally's photo here on the blog.....if you don't, click on the link...and hopefully it'll take u to the site where that devilangel lives....

Nostal-gi-er

2005-08-01T15:36:00.000-07:00

i found this photo on the web...the dance floor of the old Paramount in Santa Fe. Good times, so I kind of recall...but it's really fuzzy because i was drunk and/or stoned then.

i think the strangest thing about the esthetics of the place were those antlers that u see in the background by the bar. I wonder how many niteclubs in the southwest have such things? other than c/w clubs, i mean.

ok, now back to work before my boss comes into my office again....whew!

did i post this before? somehow this all seems very familiar (see fuzzy mind above).....

This just in....NEW Mexico is cleaner than regular Mexico

2005-07-22T19:25:00.000-07:00

This is according to the "trendy" Urban Outfitters.

But hey the model isn't so bad. Except for the 2nd one on the right where he's looking at his own bicep, although it's still hot in a conceited mid twenties rocker way. I can imagine him saying: "My bicep is so HOT! ....I'm so hot....I love my hair...one of these days someone will recognize me as the lead singer of "The Nosebleeds" (Strokes meets the Faint meets The Killers rippoff)."

"My name's Jaden. I'm a model. I just got the lead in the big screen adaptation of Glamorama. I'll be at the Ivy if you want me (bussing tables)."

Commentary: Violence Against Animals

2005-07-08T15:59:00.000-07:00

my monster at the tap. she's obsessed with having running water. when the world's water sources run out, blame her.

I found a news release from PETA on the web about the dog hanging in Albuquerque.

http://www.peta.org/MC/NewsItem.asp?id=6704

love, honor and cherish your pets now. tolerate no abuse of either human beings or animals. report mistreatment.

me and john doe on my birthday. YAY, ME!!!!!

2005-07-07T00:13:00.000-07:00

me and john doe, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

so for my b-day a few weeks ago, i went to the opener of the stern grove season. it's a natural amplitheatre (sp) where concerts are held over the summer. and it's free!!! they just ask for a small donation, whatever you can afford as you walk into the gate. this place is amazing, so it's worth it...

oh yeah, my birthday. lucinda williams and john doe were the acts to open the season. john doe opened for her; lucinda williams called it an honor.

i had seen them both before. lucinda williams at the Warfield a few years back and john doe with his band, X at the Fillmore, also now a few years ago.

both john doe's and lucinda williams' music has meant a lot to me over the years.

I had first heard lucinda williams back when I was in my freshman year in college at a school called Franklin Pierce in NH (also called Mistake by the Lake and my own personal favorite, Fisher Price College - at the time, zero application fee; i stepped into the library twice and had a B average - an overnight camp for wealthy kids but they gave a lot of $ in scholarships). I had a radio show - half of the time you weren't sure whether or not you were actually broadcasting into the airwaves - or just talking to yourself into a microphone. I heard her first album there and liked it. Mary Chapin Carpenter later recorded the Lucinda Williams song, Passionate Kisses.

the next time I heard lucinda was in the summer of 2000 when I still lived in New Mexico. While I housesat for my friend Loni's mom just outside Santa Fe city limits, I'd sit on the wraparound porch in the hammock chair and listened to Car Wheels on a Gravel Road. I dug it.

As for John Doe, I first heard his band, X back in the early 80's, right when my mom got cable for us. I'd sit and watch MTV for hours, checking out videos - this was back then they actually played music videos, Duran, Duran, Flock of Seagulls, Berlin (SEX, On the Metro), Missing Persons (one of my favs - walking in L.A.), Madonna, Prince, and every so often they'd play X's video for True Love, Part II. It was all so sensual and sexual.

So, flash back to my birthday - I'm at the show - an actual warm day in SF - my ass almost got sunstroke. there's literally 12,000 people there.

We got there around 10.30 or 11 am. It was already packed. there was plenty of food to go around - and booze to - but none for me as i don't drink anymore.

Finally around 2pm john doe came out and did his set. that man kicks ass! when i was younger i had a huge crush on Billy Zoom - and still do (at the X show I got to touch Billy Zoom! I touched Billy Zoom!) and a wee crush on John Doe.

To see this guy perform is just cool, it just brings back the times when music was new to me, you know the days when you'd lie on your bedroom floor and listen to songs - almost like that Sleater Kinney classic, I wanna Be your Joey Ramone.

Before I got hip to music in the fourth or fifth grade I had been listening to Air Supply, Neil Diamond, Barry Manalow and John Denver (we'd sing John Denver songs in chapel when I was growning up - Universalists Unitarian - liberal as you can get). I was an AM radio geek until my neighbor, Laura Berkey told me that I should be into ACDC and Led Zepplin. I proptly found some ACDC on 8 track and started to expand my horizons.

Anyway, back to the show, John Doe sounded really good - he did some X songs and some regular classics as well.

He said: " I can't go over the time, not allowed to go over the time."

And he didn't.

Lucinda Williams came out a while after him. she played for almost two hours....she played a lot of her songs.

She said: "See what you can do with just four cords?" in her Alabama twang.

The Stern Grove people let her do a two song encore.

She also said that she and her band like to play, they can play for a couple of hours or so.

"If you come see us play a real show and we don't play for a couple of hours or so, it's because they (the venue operators) won't let us," talking about noise ordinances and stuff.

So, i'll start with the last autograph thingy first. Lucinda. She did sign em. It seemed like she wasn't prepared to do it. She had her stage persona going on pretty well on stage, but it almost felt like she's actually a shy woman and just didn't know what to say to people as they approached her table during the signing session.

Our conversation was kinda like pulling teeth. It went sumptin like:

"Hi, thanks for rocking on my birthday."

She looked into my eyes. There was an awkward smile.

I placed my cd of hers, "Live at the Fillmore" on the table.

Me: "It was a great show. Thanks for playing.....Did you have fun?"

Her: apparently caught off guard: "Uh, yeah."

She sat with a gray fat sparkly marker in her right hand ready to sign my cd.

She asked me how to spell my name, so I told her. I had hoped she'd write something about my birthday on it.

She wrote: "To Dianne, Love, Lucinda"

I'll write about John Doe later....it was so cool though.

me tired...must werk at 8:30 am. HUH! wha - thems restaurant hours - but i don't work at a restaurant no mo, pa...

it's busy at work.

2005-07-06T23:22:00.000-07:00

lucinda listening to jonelle, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

lucinda listening to jonelle. she's a friend of my friend, wayne. jonelle was kinda buzzed after drinking a few glasses of wine (at least). she poured her heart out to lucinda, telling her how her music helped her (jonelle) get through some rough times. i noticed that lucinda's manager quickly stepped in over closer to lucinda.

there's a photo of me meeting lucinda, but someone else has it.

2005-07-06T23:19:00.000-07:00

lucinda talking to her dad on her manager's cell phone on father's day, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

lucinda talking to her dad on her manager's cell phone on father's day. this was when she was about to sign autographs. then she borrowed her manager's cell phone to call her dad. It was father's day.

it's kind of a weird/cool looking photo - kinda looks as though she's having a nervous breakdown, but she's not...she's talking to her dad.

it was cute.

2005-07-06T23:14:00.000-07:00

lucinda coming to sign autographs, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

lucinda coming to sign autographs. originally they weren't sure if she was going to, even though it's a stern grove tradition.

2005-07-06T23:12:00.001-07:00

lucinda performing, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

2005-07-06T23:12:00.000-07:00

john doe stage, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

Dog found hung, stabbed in Albuquerque

2005-07-05T20:23:00.000-07:00

Dog found hung, stabbed in Albuquerque, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

Shit like this just makes me sad. I heard this story on the KUNM Evening report over the internet while at work this evening.

http://www.krqe.com/expanded.asp?RECORD_KEY[News]=ID&ID%5BNews%5D=10813

http://www.abqtrib.com/albq/nw_local/article/0,2564,ALBQ_19858_3900017,00.html

It seems that someone - I actually think that most likely two or more people are involved in this.

It seems that these "people" stabbed the 1 year old female pit bull mix in the chest and then as Albuquerque Animal Control officers believe, HUNG THE DOG FROM A TREE WHILE SHE WAS STILL ALIVE. The cowardly assholes left her to die.

The dog had just given birth several weeks before.

Officers call it the worst case of animal abuse they've seen in Albuquerque.

The dog was found in front of or by the Cesar Chavez Community Center at around 6 am on July 1st.

Children attend day camp at the Community Center, although, fortunately no children were there at the time.

According to KUNM's Evening report, PETA and another organization are offering a reward for the arrest of the pyschos.

Unfortunately, I can't find much press on this.

What does it take for a person to value life that little?

I'm going to go home and hug my kitty cats, Monster Kitty and Smoochalischious The Girl Girl now.

no smoking anywhere in San Francisco

2005-07-02T12:54:00.000-07:00

no smoking anywhere in San Francisco, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

So, smokers officially have no rights in San Francisco.

I had no idea that this had gone into effect until about 2 weeks ago while I was at Stern Grove. I had no idea that Sup. Michela Alioto-Pier had even written the ordinance.

http://www.sfgov.org/site/bdsupvrs_page.asp?id=27960

I hadn't seen any press about this until it was too late. What's up with that? Was I not watching TV on those nights the local news decided to cover it?

And today, from the Chronicle:
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/07/02/BAGO4DI56V1.DTL

We're gonna be the laughing stock of everyone....

If the city Supervisors want to REALLY do something, how bout they ban CARS, TRUCKS, SUV's atleast from the bridges until Potrero Hill or West Portal?

I know that the city is looking at fines for cars driving in certain areas of downtown at certain times - like London has. But still, that's many years away.

Why weren't we told about this until it was too late???

i finally have the blog i've always wanted....i think

2005-06-25T16:19:00.000-07:00

that's all I wanna say. if you do see my rendition of the land of entrapment, candy kisses will fall from the sky....

"Now, open wide benjamin okay now make that airplane noise you love to make."

2005-06-24T18:25:00.000-07:00

"Now, open wide benjamin okay now make that airplane noise you love to make.", originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

yes, the caption says it all.

The Best party in town...tomorrow nite in SF

2005-06-23T20:50:00.000-07:00

, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

them crazy homosexuals and bisexuals and TRANS-sexuals are at it a-GIN!!!

that's right bitches, it's the best party in town...all over town....4 days worth of parties....

these gays are happy to be gay, I tell ya!

GLBT pride parade - you know sometimes I think the gays and the lesbians only added the "B" and the "T" to it all cause they were forced....oh wait, I'm being bitter.

Oh, wait, where was I ...yes, the fencesitters ball....It was two years ago I went after having a quarter of a pot brownie. that we bought on Market during the Pink Party, we went to the Fencesitter's Ball....

My companion, Wayne K. who I'm no longer friends with, ate the whole brownie and eventually saw God and baby Jesus and fell in like several times over the course of the evening...not with God or Baby Jesus though, he just saw them...and that's all.

We walked into the now defunct Jezabel's Joint in the Tenderloin, sat on a comfy chair and watched people dance and watched these lecherous drag queens make out. It was about shock and awe. There was a huge sensuous vibe there in Jezabel's Joint that night...and not just because of the lecherous drag queens.

People danced with one another all night long.

At one point I sat back in the magical comfy chair and watched as everyone had their chance to bug out and dance. Everyone on that dance floor had their dance solo. Literally.

At another point, as I danced to Soft Cell's Tainted Love, suddenly everyone on the dance floor formed two lines, one line for boys and other line of girls. It was unintentional and it lasted for a second, but for that second we were all in two straight lines. It was like we were all suddenly transported into a John Hughes (16 Candles) movie, although this movie was John Hughes 80's Teen Movie meets Nan Golden...

Then the lines split up and I watched this tiny guy who looked like a lost member of the Strokes as he held his belt buckle and danced like Billy Ray Cyrus. Let me tell ya folks I've haven't seen anything like before or since.

There was a huge love vibe in there between us all even though hardly anyone talked as we danced.

I remember toward the end of the night seeing this one girl who looked like Princess Diana dance with another girl. Suddenly I felt like they were stuck in an After School Special, called: "Mom, I'm bi but I still want my inheritance!"

Around 3 am the lights came on and once we all were outside the love vibe ended...and Wayne and I walked to my place...and then he wouldn't be quiet and so I kicked him out at 4 am he walked home (on the other side of town) and fell asleep in a bus shelter at one point.

I did apologize. Many times. However, these days since Wayne and I are no longer friends, that part of the story is now a part of my repertoire.

2005-06-23T20:24:00.000-07:00

, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

I am originally from Massachusetts, so therefore I'm a liberal

2005-06-22T16:55:00.000-07:00

http://www.flash-gear.com/ncnt/cnt.php?id=5440&a=1936247461&c=1257339255

Well now those bible thumpin republicans have done it...once again they're threatening to cut PBS...oh! na-uh! not on MY watch...I just joined KQED...

They (the republican party) appear to do this every 10 years or so. Anyone remember that chubby, angry hyprocrite, Newt Gingrich?

Bill Moyers: "The Radical Right Wing is Very Close to Achieving a Longtime Goal of Undermining the Independence of Public Broadcasting."

http://www.democracynow.org/article.pl?sid=05/06/22/1347234

And if you call right now, we will include the Pope John Paul II image in a tortilla FREE!

2005-06-16T22:26:00.000-07:00

And if you call right now, we will include the Pope John Paul II image in a tortilla FREE!, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

Land of Entrapment Press
June 16, 2005
PITTSBURG (LOEP) - It appears as though The Son of God has made a "pitstop" in Pittsburg.

According to Jeffrey Rigo, a 30 year old internet engineer from Pittsburg, when he got out of the shower on Saturday night, he noticed that the watermark on the side of his tub looked like Jesus Christ.

Rigo freed the Savior from the side of the tub and promptly placed Him on the well known auction site ebay.

Rigo stated with an interview with his local paper that he is not a religious man and the auction isn't meant to be taken seriously.

As of press time Thursday night, the starting bid was listed on the site ( cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=13768) as $1,999.99 and will be increased in $1,000 increments.

Land of Entrapment Press
June 16, 2005
I-95 (LOEP)

This evening motorists driving along I-95 came across the following billboard:

"as coppertone says: "When Jesus was Baby Jesus, I wonder if he knew that he'd grow up to be THE Jesus?"

shower jesus free from wall so he can be sold

2005-06-16T22:00:00.000-07:00

shower jesus free from wall so he can be sold, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=13768&item=6186339869&rd=1

The incredible, edible, shower jesus - close up

2005-06-16T21:54:00.000-07:00

shower jesus close, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

mr. and mrs. smith

2005-06-03T21:49:00.000-07:00

mr. and mrs. smtih, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

Yes, boys and girls, ladies and gents, i'd thought i'd share these photos - (thanks to the unofficial mr. and mrs. smith website for'em - no copywrite infrigement is intended) - with you guys (whoever reads this - besides mr. coppertone himself).

i'm having an internal debate with myself about this movie....and whether or not to see it in the movie theater.

I had been really looking foward to seeing Mr. and Mrs. Smith (http://www.mrandmrssmithmovie.com/) until all of this gossip stuff about Mr. Pitt and Ms. Jolie went into overdrive.

You know what I'm talking about: are they? Aren't they? Were they while he was m....? etc, etc. We cannot escape the rumors (true or not) at the grocery store, in the newspaper, nor on the internet (or as Dubya calls it...the internets, plural that is, as in more than one) as though it's fact.

People, we are no longer a Rhythm Nation, but a Gossip Nation. We want blood, but we claim we are not violent. We never left the Coliseum. We never left Salem, MA.

But, I digress. What I do want to know, and have been wondering are these rumors about Mr. Pitt (Mr. Hot) and Ms. Jolie (Ms. Hot) coming from?Where did these rumors (or not) originate from? It all feels very 7th grade through high school to me and very suspicious. The world is having it's chain yanked and it likes it but won't admit it because it's WAY to Puritanical. Ok, that was harsh.

So, who started these rumors (or supposed truths)?

Could the studio be pimping out Brad and Angelina's friendship (or alleged romance) to generate buzz for Mr. and Mrs. Smith rather than spending their $ on a traditional ad campaign? How cheap can you be? It's like taking a date to McDonald's and expecting them to put out afterwards.

Are Brad and Angelina in cahoots with the studio on the whole thing? That would just be way too shallow - maybe I'm naive - and inspite of my more narly life experiences, I can be - but they don't strike me as shallow - She works for the UNHRC, calling attention to refugees and has been more visable than any other Goodwill Ambassador since Audrey Hepburn. And he, he's from the midwest. They usually grown 'em honest out there.

Is it just the evil agressive stalkerazzi (freakish paparazzo/i) - like the guy who allegedy (a word I'm using a lot in this blog) intentionally hit 18 year old actress, Lindsey Lohan's car in L.A. - making something out of nothing?

Or, if they are actually dating - why do we care? Really, how does it affect my life? I'm not having sex with them.

He's hot, she's hot. I'd do them both. No questions asked...well, maybe one: "Do you have any STD's - not that I think you're skanky, Brad/Angelina?" and "Bradley, do you've got a rubber?"

What I do think is unfortunate is the way that Angelina Jolie's work with the UN - the UNHCR isn't played up enough. I mean, she does a lot of work on their behalf and has for a few years now. It seems to have been a major turning point for her. I'm guessing the UNHRC's website, http://www.unhcr.ch/cgi-bin/texis/vtx/home has had more hits on it than ever.

Did you know that Georgio Armani is a Goodwill Ambassador?

I digress again - ADD, you know - anyway, this is my dilemma. Somehow, I feel that if I go see the movie while it's in the theaters, especially during the all mighty opening weekend that somehow, I will be saying that all this gossipy crap is ok. My feeling is that it's coming from the studio - but obviously I don't know that for sure.

Ay, there's the rub....

OH MY GOD, look at them, they MUST be DOING IT!!! (sarcasm)

2005-06-03T20:53:00.000-07:00

OH MY GOD, look at them, they MUST be DOING IT!!! (sarcasm), originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

She's hot, he's hot...together they are unstopable.

two really hot people with guns, is it phallic or is it me?

2005-06-03T20:51:00.000-07:00

two really hot people with guns, is it phallic or is it me?, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

from Mr. and Mrs. Smith

2005-06-03T20:50:00.000-07:00

from Mr. and Mrs. Smith, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

RIP paramount

2005-05-31T23:30:00.000-07:00

RIP paramount, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

well, friends, it's times like these when you can feel time passing on by....

it seems that the ol standby, the paramount nightclub and bar b will be closing it's doors at the end of june.

the landofentrapment spied that something might be wrong when my friend, Ben told me that he had swung by the paramount one weekday night only to find the paramount's ever open glass doors shut...not only shut, but with chains wrapped around 'em. goodness, that sounds kinky....oh, wait.

so, after a few tries of googling various paramount phrases, i found that there was indeed something going on:

it seems that the owner of the paramount, donalee goodbrod suffered a stroke last summer. Um, she's WAY too young for that to happen. according to some old articles I found, donalee is recovering. thankfully.

i must say, it makes me a little sad to know that a piece of my past will be gone officially. the last time I went to the paramount in september of 2004, i barely walk around that place without having some memory of my own glorious debauchery pop up: making out with various people with drunk and/or stoned, dancing at trash disco with various peeps such at various times as ranee, smurfy murphy, maynies, loni, anne, ben, etc....

i even remember that place when it was the double a and the a bar....i remember the halloween party that happened there after the double A closed down in 1996....that night i dressed up as Courtney Love circa 1992 - 1994. as Glenda the Good Witch. but then I got drunk and left my wand at the bar...so then I was just Courtney Love.

i remember loni telling van that i was leaving town the next day (in oct. 2000) on my last trash disco night. van gave me a big shout out from the podium....

i remember so much....the fights, the drama, the fun....

in hindsight, as much as i did have a love/hate relationship with the paramount....well, that's kinda strong....it was a beautiful time....even though i was a drunken mess.

The best of Kevin Von Erich! On DVD!

2005-04-22T21:28:00.000-07:00

Kevin Von Erich!, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

Believe it or not, from the ages of 10 - 13 or 14, I had a huge crush on Kevin Von Erich, part of the wrestling Von Erich family. Once, my half brother Tom took me to one of the WCCW matches in Lowell, MA or something. It was at a stadium. Kevin Von Erich arrived via limo. I rushed the car (along w/ 20 other people and he touched my hand!

I had forgotten about that momen, how excited I had been and how much it meant for me to touch his hand until I googled his named and found this!

Chris House (blue cap) + Sheffy Incident http://bostondirtdogs.boston.com/Headline_Archives/2005/04/no_house_arrest.html

2005-04-22T21:08:00.000-07:00

Chris House + Sheffy Incident, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

Thanks to Charles Krupa of AP worldwide for the photo. So, at first I thought this Chris House guy was a total dick, but then I found out that he and I have the same college alma mater - in beantownese: same college Al-ma or Al-MER Ma-TAH. Yah! Yay! CLAP!

As my political science teacher, Dr. K would say in a semi high pitched voice (for a guy), as he'd clap like a kid: "Oh! Wonderful, wonderful! What a very distinguished group!"

However upon a third look, thanks to http://bostondirtdogs.boston.com/Headline_Archives/2005/04/no_house_arrest.html

it's given me a better look, I think House might have been going for the ball. His eyes seem to be following the ball, as his fiancee said:

http://redsox.bostonherald.com/redSox/view.bg?articleid=78597

But, wait, a fourth look has given me an even better view....And the Boston Herald is just a total yellow journalistic rag!....I think he was aiming for Sheffield's head. Oh, the key word here is allegedly. Might have been.

For two reasons:

Given the fact that my school was filled with a number of jocky block heads*, it seems likely that one of them would smack a Yankee in a pussy ass fashion (on the back of the head while your behind a divider thingy).

Some of my fellow Red Sox fans don't realize that it's just a game...they get drunk and blinded by the greatest rivalry in baseball.

Somebody said on WEEI after one of the games that since the team, the Idiots (as Damon calls them) have stepped up and have truly created a TEAM (ain't no I in TEAM, peeps), that it's time for the Red Sox fans aka Red Sox Nation to step up to the plate and get some class.

But, then again, I don't know. Don't know. Anybody who's offended by this rant is probably a meathead, who needs some class, go get some, yo!

Or suffer the consequences: http://boston.redsox.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/news/article.jsp?ymd=20050418&content_id=1019944&vkey=news_bos&fext=.jsp&c_id=bos

Rock on Red Sox! World Champs!

I hope to see the boys play in May, yay!

*This isn't to say that all jocks are block heads - although the jocks who aren't block heads, are actually called athletes. I've known a few very nice men, who were athletic - not that way, silly.

sf women's film festival - thanks to the festival

2005-04-07T22:43:00.000-07:00

sf women's film festival - thanks to the festival, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

everybody who loves film should go here http://womensfilmfestival.us/schedule.html#second. I just found out about it myself yesterday. there's tons of movies. It's free....it's cool. i love free. my motto from college used to be and sometimes still is: if it's free, it's for me. The festival runs from april 8th - 10th...this weekend. go already.

pimpin hos, sept 1996, santa fe, nm. m in the middle

2005-03-30T13:54:00.000-08:00

pimpin hos, sept 1996, santa fe, nm. maynard in the middle, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

no unlawful sex ok people?

2005-03-30T13:53:00.000-08:00

no unlawful sex ok people?, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

no unlawful sex ok people?

2005-03-30T13:48:00.000-08:00

no unlawful sex ok people?, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

I just ripped this off from my wonderful, brilliant, nutz friend, the Divine Miss M, no not that one....actually, M isn't a Nelly at all; so he'll be M, just M. How I miss him so.

Hennes and Mauritz's are comin to town!

2005-03-25T11:42:00.000-08:00

hm1-thumb, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

Thanks, h&m. Hennes and Maurtiz, better know as H&M, the European store that sells hip clothing for those 0-45 will be opening their first West Coast Store in San Francisco. 150 Powell St, to be exact. Isn't that right across the street from the Gap?

These folks seem to be the anti Gap. They try not to use sweatshops, try to do business with those factories that pay a living wage. This is all according to their propaganda, which you can find at h&m.com.

I am very, very excited. It will be, very very.

I hear that the store will be opening in the fall of 2005, but I've seen ads for job fairs for the new store already, so who knows?

Oh yay! H-bombs are good for us. Now be quiet and get into the shelter, ok? We have 36 hours to kill.

2005-02-15T00:51:00.000-08:00

From the Santa Fe New Mexican - local news blips from the past 100 years.

February 15, 1955: Washington -- The Atomic Energy Commission revealed today that the radioactive "fall-out" from the hydrogen bomb explosion last March 1 was enough to have threatened the lives of every unprotected person in an area of nearly 3,000 square miles. Confirming reports of a "new dimension" in H-bomb destructiveness, the commission said the "fall-out" could have killed a substantial percentage of the people in an area of 7,000 square miles -- larger than many of the states. The estimates were described as "extreme" because most of the people in such an area could be saved if they remained in shelters for 36 hours and took other precautionary and remedial measures.

Valentine's Day is for Lovers, Part II

2005-02-15T00:05:00.000-08:00

The second Valentine's Day I've been thinking about was Valentine's Day, 2000.

I met up with Anne O'Shea, Emily, Joe (who was also a compulsive liar), Willow and Loni at Evangelo's on the corners of Galisteo and San Francisco Streets. We sat at the bar and drank gin and tonics. Nick, the owner/bartender, usually hooks up with a round of gin and tonics. He'd call Loni and I his "girls" because we were in there so often. He makes a mean, mean gin and tonic.

We were to have an Anti Valentine's Day night out. I remember no one was talking to me or including me in the conversation, atleast that's what I felt anyway, so I wrote in my journal and then everyone wanted to talk to me.

By 10pm I was on my third round of g & t's. We all were. Somewhere in there, Loni and Anne decided to get married in the women's restroom of Evangelo's that night as a protest against lame straight guys. Willow officiated the ceremony. It was kind of a joke. I didn't see the ceremony though because I had been writing, but I heard all about it afterwards, for days.

That October I moved out to San Francisco. Willow had moved to Santa Cruz, I think, but didn't stay long. She and I lost touch after I moved. Emily moved back to Wisconsin, I think, where she was from. Joe kind of faded away, he was more Emily's friend. Anne, I hear moved to Denver with this cool boyfriend she met in Santa Fe while she was drunk off of her ass at a party. I lost touch w/ her in the spring of 2001. Loni, I haven't seen her since April 2003 when I visited Santa Fe.

Valentine's Day is for Lovers

2005-02-14T22:57:00.000-08:00

Ah, Valentine's Day.

On this Valentine's day, I've been thinking about 2 particular Valentine's Days in my life. Both take place in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

The first story takes place in 1998. My friend, Aiden, who would later become my anti-friend convinced me to go out to dinner with him and his b/f at the time, Rob. We had Chinese food at this restaurant in the Design Center that looks over Cerrillos Road (if you're a tacky Texan tourist, you might pronounce it: "Kerr-ril-lios Rauwd.")

Long gay drama short: Aiden always wanted to be the center of attention. Rob and I got to talking about DJ's, namely one named DJ Donovan who spun at The Drama Club which used to be on North Guadalupe St, across the street from Dana's After Dark, which is now a realty company, sadly enough, as it was one of the few places in Santa Fe that was open after 2am. It was way more cool than Carrow's or Denny's and the food and drinks were better too. And, Dana was nice. I wonder what he's doing now? Anyway, Aiden managed to turn a 15 second story into a 20 minute conversation by constantly interrupting. She was annoyed.

This is what I remember: Aiden and Rob had been dating for about 2 weeks. I think this was their second time around. Rob was a nice guy from Albuquerque. Aiden had a tendency to be a compulsive liar. When Rob went to the bathroom, Aiden started to pick him a part. Rob, he said, was driving him over the EDGE. Two minutes later when Rob returned to the table, Aiden had already decided to dump him. On Valentine's Day.

Rob, I think paid for dinner, which was really nice of him considering he was about to get dumped and when I went to the ATM a few minutes later, I discoved I had a $1.79 available in my account.

We get to the car. Two minutes later Aiden told Rob: "This isn't working out!" I was still in the car! I didn't know what to do! I sat there in the back. Well, the car was moving too.

Rob kept saying: "Why are you DOING this?" Rob was almost at the point of tears. Aiden decided that we would drive around downtown for a bit. I got out to go to the ATM, that's when I discovered I had 1.79 in my account. When I got back to the car, I told them the ATM was down.

When I got back in the car, Rob was crying, he said: "I can't believer you did that. I can't believe you did that." This is the point where it started to get uncomfortable again. Aiden is being brutal. Rob is crying. I'm crying.

We drove to Dana's After Dark. We parked across the street. Rob started to plead with Aiden: "Why did you do this? I love you, man! Why are you doing this?"

Aiden said to him: "I have nothing more to say about this. It's not you...."

I finally get out of the car and walk across the street to Dana's. After a few minutes, Aiden came in after me. I think Aiden had dropped Rob off at his car, or he made Rob walk back to get it. Aiden told me some bullshit story about how Rob had looked up his ex and asked him what Aiden was like. John evidentally said: "Cold like stone." Everything is everyone else's fault.

We sat on the couch under a blanket. A guy came up to us selling roses and poems inspired by his 8 month old son. I bought one for Aiden.

He said: "God, you're so sweet for buying me a rose...."The bitch didn't buy me one! It was a rare occurance when he bought you something. I guess I wanted to shut her up. Or do something nice by doing something nice for someone else.

I should have bought the rose and the poem for myself.

Arthur Miller

2005-02-11T18:27:00.000-08:00

Arthur Miller, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

This, I think is a better photo...although the other one has Elia Kazan - revolutionary director? or name namer?

Rest in Peace Arthur Miller - American Playwright - Ass Kicker of McCarthyites - 1915 - 2005

2005-02-11T18:09:00.000-08:00

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Rest In Peace Arthur Miller - 1915 - 2005.

In my junior year of high school, I tried to write my big term paper on him in English (at Whitman-Hanson you had one due your junior year and then one due your senior year). I loved the idea of Arthur Miller, renegade, ass kicker, commentating on and flippin off the McCarthyites and their senate hearings with his words.

Needless to say, I wasn't ready for Arthur Miller. I couldn't get into his stories. I wound up putting off the paper, procrastinating until it was way past due. My teacher, the brilliant Mrs. Anderson (she taught me to dig Shakespeare) basically said to turn in someting would be better than turning in nothing at all; a 47 is a higher grade than a zero. So, I did and the paper sucked.

I'm sorry Mr. Miller.

Senior year's term paper went much better. I did it on Aldus Huxley and analyzed the crap out of Brave New World. I had the hardest English Teacher in the school, Mrs. Coldwell, who by the end of the year would have died of lung cancer.

Mrs. Coldwell didn't kiss anyone's ass. If she didn't like you, she wouldn't do jack for you. Fortunately for me, she liked me.

I worked hard, gave up partying on the weekends to complete the paper. I handed it in. I got an A. I kicked ass!

Rest in Peace Ossie Davis, Actor 1917-2005

2005-02-06T11:48:00.000-08:00

bubba ho-tep, originally uploaded by landofentrapment.

Rest in peace, Ossie Davis 1917-2005

The Heart is Decietful Above All Things....

2005-02-03T23:26:00.000-08:00

Go see this movie the first weekend it comes to a city near you:

http://theheartmovie.com/

Also: www.jtleroy.com

Dianne of the Land of Entrapment blog says of The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things: "It's a good ol' fashioned punk rock kinda movie! I give it two big fat middle fingers! Oh wait, two big "OY, OY, OY's?" I'm gonna have to work on that.

The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things, an adaptation of JT Leroy's book, which I haven't read yet. Asia Argento co-wrote the screenplay and directed the film. Mr. Leroy lives in SF as well. He's interesting because no one knows, well very people know what he looks like. He doesn't do press in person.

I saw the film this evening. It kicked off the SF Indie Film Fest. JT wasn't there, they said. He never appears in person. He writes letters and gets well known people to read for him. Pretty genius. Even on his website when you see a photo of him, the photo cuts his head off.

Stephen Jenkins was JT Leroy's representative this evening (would that be Third Eye Blind?) he read a letter from JT Leroy. It was a beautiful letter. I teared up. I might not be a good judge because I am pre-menstral. This also happened last week when I reported for jury duty, the judge read from an article in Newsweek about how people feel about jury duty. Basically they bitch and moan about it, but they view it as important, they take it seriously. This country is one of the few in the world that gives a person the right to be tried by a jury of his peers. I told my classmate Peter about it and he laughed and said: 'You're pre-menstral." Ya, so. Anyway, JT Leroy said through Stephen Jenkins, who wore a nice tan suit that he's proud of the film. He said that his therapist of 11 years would be there tonight at The Castro Theatre seeing the film for the first time. This therapist, a guy, I think was the one who told JT to write, to get everything that's happened to him (a lot in the first 10 years especially). So far he's written two books based on his experience, the first one being Sarah, named after his mother.

The film itself was fuckin good! I think one reviewer said that it was like controlled anarchy on film. Kind of, yeah. The movie is out of control, with good writing, good acting, good direction, cinematography, sound design...editiing...craft services (according to JT Leroy)...one down the line. It's a good old fashioned punk rock movie!

Asia Argento is out of control (I know that I've said this lots, but I'll do what I likes, ok) in this movie. She totally channels Courtney Love, circa 1992-1995 and then 2001-2004. It was creepy. Since Argento channeled Courtney Love to the point that they look alike, it make me imagine what life would be like for Frances Bean if she didn't have nannies and other hopefully sober people to look after her.

This said, I still love Courtney Love inspite of herself and the last cd (to be fair, I only heard one song). I'd like for her to be well, kick ass in life, conquer those demons and show people how it's done without being a media whore.

After all, I did go as Courtney Love as Glenda the Good Witch in 1996 and 2000. However, in 1996, I got drunk and lost my wand so then I was just Courtney Love.

Anyway, once again, I digress. the acting...pretty good. The kids who play Jeremiah: Jimmy Bennett as Young Jerimiah and Dylan and Cole Sprouse as Older Jeremiah. They, I thought handled themselves well, especially playing someone going through some of the stuff that the character goes through.

Thankfully, the truly narly situations aren't shown, Argento and the editor choose to show you enough so that you get more than the idea, you get the image ingrained in your brain without actually seeing it. This folks, is what I think is good cinema. Like Psycho and Silence of the Lambs, what really scares the shit out of people is the shit that's implied, what's not shown, not what you see.

One of the producer's, a girl by the last name of Bright, she said that the film is slated for theatrical release in the spring or summer. Go see this movie on opening weekend. Unfortunately, these days, film is ruled by the all mighty box office, so your money counts. Go spend it on something good. Think of it this way, if you spend your money on crap, it generates more crap, so what would you prefer?

Trivia: JT Leroy also wrote in his letter that this movie is listed in the Guinness Book of World Records as having the most producers on a film.

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2005-02-03T22:32:00.000-08:00

Listen to:

http://www.voniva.com/music.html

Von Iva...a kick ass outfit outta SF...san fran that is. I saw them at 12 Galaxies in the Mission a couple of month's back. These girls are out of control. It's like Tina Turner (the Ike days, minus the woman beatin...no I never beat her...I was so good to her and look how she treats me, Ike)...meets new wave...Blondie maybe...can't quite pin it...maybe you can.

Trainspotting....

2005-01-29T10:42:00.001-08:00

" Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers...choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind- numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life...But why would I want to do a thing like that? "

- Mark Renton (Ewan MacGregor) Trainspotting

I can't believe it was like 8, 9 years ago almost, that this movie came out.

I was in Santa Fe, working at Atalaya (a restaurant). I went w/ Noah, Jim, his g/f at the time, Leanne and, this guy, Matt, I think. We all worked together, except for Leanne. She worked at either Vine's or The Cowgirl Hall of Fame at that point. Matt had just started working at Atalaya as a barista. He had come from LA. He used to be a set dresser. He didn't work at Atalaya very long.

We went to an afternoon showing at DeVargas. We bought 40's of beer, not malt liquor and sat in the back. I hadn't done that before, so I felt like a badass. It was fun.

I hadn't seen anything like that movie before. We were all engrossed in it, except for Matt, who sat next to me, to my right. Noah was to my left. During one of the shooting up scenes, he got all fidgety. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him crying and punching his thigh. Shortly after that he got up and walked out.

After a few minutes I went outside to look for him. I found him by the entrance. I remember him telling me that H was the reason he had to leave LA, leave the film biz. He surprised himself by getting all freaked out during the scene. I left sorry for him. I wanted to help him. I forget whether or not he came back inside or not. Maybe he went home.

A few weeks later, I remember hearing that Matt had gone back to H, had tried it once again. I forget if it was on a regular basis or not. I remember that Noah was pissed as we talked about it. We were at work. I wasn't working, but he was. He stood behind the bar. Noah wasn't pissed that Matt had started using. He was pissed because according to Noah, Matt blamed the film Trainspotting for making him shoot up. You can't blame a movie for your actions. Noah used this kind of taunting, cry baby voice as he pretended to be Matt: "Look at my arm. I shot up. The movie made me DO IT!." Then back to his own, Noahish voice, making a 'Ptshhh' sound, to signify his absolute disgust. "BULL-SHHIIITTT!"

At the time, I was shocked by Noah's actions. He claimed to be a kind of Buddhist. Couldn't he have more COMPASSION??! Noah looked at me like I was nuts. Since he was kind of a Buddhist, he was able to detach from the situation. I was much more foolishly compassionate in those days. While I don't believe that it is foolish to be compassionate; I do believe that you can be stupid about it. You gotta be smart. It serves no one to be foolish in compassion.

Matt quit or was fired from Atalaya shortly afterwards.

I'll finish this later.....

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