Jack Hanley owns a very respectable gallery in San Francisco. He’s responsible, some would say, for bringing a great many artists to life through showing them at his gallery. He has a keen eye and an interesting presence. His gallery really isn’t like most galleries. Sure it is a white room with art on the walls, but you get this feeling that Jack may have moved his couch, throw rug, and television to the backroom to make some space for the opening crowd.
There was a fairly big crowd at Leslie Shows’ opening, and no shortage of hipsters, strange haircuts, attitude, and road bikes. Her work is nothing less than amazing. She meticulously collages ephemera to huge sheets of plywood tying it all together using painting and drawing to create these incredible dreamlike landscapes that really can consume you.
Seeing her work is sort of like walking around without your wallet, feeling really hungry, and suddenly you pass a burger joint. The smell wafts in you nose and you peer through the glass to see a really fat, juicy cheeseburger (or vegiburger) that’s ready to get eaten; with nothing you can do, you just have to walk away from it with a beautiful dream and another wish. Oh yeah, and you’re not on earth during this experience, you’re walking around in some parallel magical world, like Narnia; so you could run into someone like Prince Caspian after this affair.
You have to see her work – click here!
After the show a few of us headed to this nice little Italian establishment a few blocks down. We swapped stories, shared some fine wine and appetizers, and ate a nice meal together.
I was told I look like a skinny version of Cake’s lead singer, John McCrea.
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You can send me your magazine and I’ll tape the signature on for you and send it back. Please send all magazines to: 2737 McAllister Terrace, San Francisco, CA 94118; include a self addressed, stamped envelope for the magazine’s return to you.
No TP here. Due to excessive use, you must go to cashier for TP.
Bear this in mind for future visits. Sorry for the inconveince .
This time, it’s for real: Save NPR and PBS
A House panel has voted to eliminate all public funding for NPR and PBS, starting with “Sesame Street,” “Reading Rainbow,” and other commercial-free children’s shows. If approved, this would be the most severe cut in the history of public broadcasting, threatening to pull the plug on Big Bird, Cookie Monster and Oscar the Grouch.
please visit moveon.org to sign a petition to save NPR and PBS.
What would we do without Oscar the Grouch and “This American Life?” If for some crazy ass reason we lose, then I guess we’ll all have to motivate and start our own local pirate radio and television stations. Some friends of mine have already moved in this direction and they’re travelling around the world spreading the good word, check em out Neighborhood Public Radio.
My phone company decided that they wanted to erase my saved messages, and I lost a few of them. I am looking for one name and number in particular. You had called and said you’d heard me on the Don & Mike Show which aired May 19th. You live in Berkeley, CA and are a father of two boys, who were going to perform a “TP Tornado” with your supervision. If you see this, please contact me as soon as possible, I have some exciting news!
thanks,
marc
I was thinking it would be nice to open my blog up to you for a little while, that is what this whole National Dinner Tour Project is about – you and your life stories. It’ll be nice to hear directly from you, without filtering it through my voice. So let’s try this little experiment.
Take a day, any day, and make a personal account of it. Your account could be a story you write, an old memory, literal documentation, a poem, a few notes from your day, a quote, a picture you drew, whatever you think best represents you and your day’s experiences. So settle on any one day in the week, and wrap it up.
Once you have your day’s account, please do one of the following:
1) post it (or a link to it) in the comments section of this blog posting
2) e-mail it to me at marc@ineedtostopsoon.com and I’ll post it for you
3) send your day’s account via post to 2737 McAllister Terrace, San Francisco, CA 94118.
I’m really looking forward to this! Thanks for your participation and as always, I’d love your feedback on this, suggestions to make it better, general comments, theories, etc.
I stopped and talked to this fella for a while today and when we parted ways he told me “keep on doin’ better things.” I like that – it’s very optimistic and unexpected.
I just finished a 2-litre of soda.
Recently I was bequeathed a used bowling ball that wasn’t quite the right fit. Instead of donating it to a charity like I should have, I let my curiosity get the best of me.
I’ve always wondered what’s inside a bowling ball, and without any further delay, it was time to get to the bottom of this age-old query. Click on the video link below to how I carefully and scientifically split this ball in two.
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Note: I’m going to start posting videos on this blog once I get some of the kinks worked out. For now, please sample this “test,” but rest assured there’s plenty more where it came from.
Okay, enough is enough. When will these cell phone companies stop being so damn sneaky? I know I am asking for it by posting my cell phone number all over the world, but… $ 350 minimum a month for my cell phone service – that’s robbery.
I know we all have nightmare horror stories about our cell phone bills and dealings with these communication companies. So let’s hear them!! Please comment on this posting with your personal cell phone horror story and next week when I pay my bill, I’ll include a printout of all of the stories. Even if you don’t have the same service provider I do, don’t worry, I’ll white out the company names. This’ll be good for ‘em.
I had also considered sending my checks to my cell phone service provider in a glass soda bottle. I mean it is payment, it does represent a form of deserted islandesque communication that they should appreciate, and the USPS will mail just about anything with a stamp on it. Anyone ever done something like this?
