With h brown
Queen Mary, Queen Bee, Doug and Salon
February 5, 2007
Morning campers. Happy Super Sunday! I'm sure that most of you
don't give a shit who wins the football game but for those who
do, may your side slay their side in great numbers.
On to more important points, Salon had one of its largest turnouts
Friday because the Mayor is showing vulnerabilities. A poll that
was leaked mid-week showed Newsom at 38% before 'Tourkgate'.
Like a friggin' meeting of independent war lords. They live
for these polls and scandals and any data they can mine. They
are the most talented and committed wild card in the City. It's
so tempting when you look around the table at this little phenomenon,
to speculate how far this little gaggle of geeks could carry a
candidate if they like them. The best minds of the last half dozen
Progressive campaigns are at the table. Nursing a beer. Studying
others and calculating their value in any coming fight. And, they
are, everyone of them, the most respected members of their own
inner-circles. Individually, they make amazing things happen.
That's the amazing thing. You don't get this group by buying
ads or spouting clichés. There was David Pascal from Global
Exchange making a virgin foray into Salon Land. He ran Gonzo Headquarters
Ant Faber ducked in the door for a second looking for Jim Meko
and wouldn't stay. I ran to the door and tried to call him back
in but he wouldn't return. He's the kind of asset only insiders
can appreciate. Winner of last year's Sfusualsuspects.com political
wonk contest but so poorly groomed that buses won't stop for him
if he's the only one waiting at the stop (this happened to him).
In a group like this, he's quiet and curious until he's ready.
Then, he's second only to Marc Salomon on long-range analysis.
Eileen Left was there and Salomon, Hmoob, Ali, Greg Dewar, Alexandra
Jones and Michael Strickland all got as close as they could to
listen to her. Jens and I brought legal pot and the cops across
the room didn't even frown when we took breaks to smoke on the
Joe Lynn crunched thoughts with Janet Tandy and Tina Johnson
as Adam Aufdencamp took a few casual pictures. Tony Valdez who
went to high school with Tony Hall mostly watched and listened.
The group at this table broke virtually every major story in
the City over the last 2 years. From the outrageous to creative
introspection, this is the place. There are a dozen serious blogs
here. Little gardens of photos and prose and poetry. From Luke
Thomas who could make Medusa look like Salma Hayek and vice versa
to Patrick Cassidy who can capture it all in a poem.
Bears and the Colts
I'm a political satirist. So, there has to be a political angle
for me even in a game like this. Last week a gay organization
put out a blurb saying that Colt's coach, Tony Dungy had appeared
in an ad for a homophobic organization. I hope that was just an
accident. I mean, guy built the team Gruden won a Super Bowl with.
Class individual. And, I have family in Indiana from the Brown
On the other hand, the Bears' Tank Johnson looks completely
ready to pump iron in Folsom. I don't root for thugs and I wish
cut-back blocks on the asshole until he's carted off on a lawn
I'd like to see Peyton Manning throw for 400 yards and 5 TD's.
I'd like to see Brian Urlacher intercept a Manning pass at a key
point and return it for a touchdown. I'd like to see Marvin Harrison
catch 15 passes for 207 yards, 2 touchdowns and the final 2 point
conversion that sends the game into overtime. In overtime? I want
your favorite team to win. More than anything.
Happy Super Sunday.
h. brown is a 62 year-old keeper of sfbulldog.com,
an eclectic site featuring a half dozen City Hall denizens. h
is a former sailor, firefighter, teacher, nightclub owner, and
a hard-living satirical muckraker. Email
h at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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