I Was Sure I Had Something To Say Here
27 September 2001
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5:21 PM: Not that the local bar ever allowed people to smoke indoors there. Of course not. Because, as we all know, that would be wrong.
But if they had - which they didn't - then they would have stopped last night after getting a fine. Hypothetically.
Some people are apparently responding to America's New War by redoubling their efforts be lowlife fucking narks. Kinda makes you proud, doesn't it?
"Welcome to San Francisco - Land of Tolerance For People Who Don't Do Anything We Don't Like!"
6:51: So, went with Lana, Eddie, and Lisa to the first play of the new Berkeley Rep season last night. 36 Views, a world premiere from Naomi Iizuka. And it opened the Wednesday after the world ended, too. How that must have fucked with their heads.
This production is directed by Mark Wing-Davey, who put on Mad Forest and other wild brilliant pieces at B.Rep before. This one is just as cool. I don't know if I could say what the play is about per se. It's about watching it happen. It's about listening to it like music or poetry. Is this a fake? Well, fake what? All questions, few answers. As usual, Robert Hurwitt has much more coherent things to say about it. God, I love live theater.
I know there was something I meant to post here Today, but I can't remember what it was. I was thinking about yet more details about Generalissimo El Busho's doubleplusungood staff and all that, but why. Let's just sum it up this way: Fuck those people. Fuck them right in the ear.
Much more important is that The Onion finally has its new issue up, and it's note-perfect. I wonder if they're still working in Madison or if they moved to NY yet?
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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author is definitely
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