Tuesday, June 11, 2013

'You load 16 tons, and what do ya get..'

1. With apologies to Tennessee Ernie Ford and Lena...uh, if you're a woman, you make exactly .77 cents to the 'man's' dollar while you're grinding away elbow to elbow in the salt mines. Don't have a college education? A woman of color? Hispanic or Black? Hey babe you're earning approximately .68 cents, retro, to the buck. Yesterday, was the 50th anni of the signing of the equal pay act. And no, we haven't come a long way; the gender gap is still held hostage by the prickly zipper. A seminal moment for me: a printing job I stumbled upon down in the western Oakland warehouse district; a stone's throw from deFremery park, site of the Black Panthers rally's. The shop was youthful, filled with vibrant, brash individuals who believed in equal 'everything' much to the owner's outrage and chagrin. My first day on the job, I heard the tapping of a razor blade on a light table.  And knew illicit adventures beckoned. Unionized, every contract negotiation was brutal. In the end, equal pay, a concept, which never existed before for any of us sparked and burnt like wild fire. It was the 70's.

2. Pussy Riot: A Punk Prayer. HBO. A documentary. Somewhere in the Gulag deep in Mother Russia, Nadia and Masha are serving out their 2 year sentence for 40 seconds of theater in a Moscow Cathedral before a shocked congregation. With one act, three women belonging to the Pussy Riot collective exposed Putin and his government as draconian neanderthals, scared shitless, by masked neon balaclava'd women engaged in guerrilla punk music and going all H.A.M on them...the thing is, now more than ever, the whole world was, and is still watching.

3. Game of Thrones. It was the shizzil. Good summer reading if you can't wait for next year.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Highway or...

A decade ago, learning everything we know vaulted from the telly into our living rooms at night; now everything we know flashes, warp speedo, onto our personal electronic devices 24/7. And it's free! And it's the people's forum.

Thus, my friends, here are some Mother's day facts. From our pal,wiki, of course. In 1870-1880, Protestant schools observed holidays such as Children's Day (how thoughtful) Temperance Day (opps), Roll Call Sunday (more wiki), Decision Day (ditto) and Missionary Day (whaaat). Anna Jarvis, considered the 'mother' of MD, along with a Philly merchant, John Wanamaker established the first official recognized day May, 1908 in Wanamaker's auditorium to honor her deceased mother.
White carnations, 500 of them rolled out that Sunday by Anna Jarvis, symbolize the day.

Raised in a strict traditional way, my mother as a parent did not fall far from her hard ass father's tree. She was always the bad cop in our home. I once called her a 'tiger' which upset her, and my father laid the wood that night. Our various residences reflected her meticulous order. Of all my aunts, my mother was wonderful in the kitchen. Where she belonged? Uh, not really. For decades, my siblings and I were shits. Our lifestyles, our choices, were confusing. She never understood them, and never capitulated. It was her way, or the highway. When she died, we found a cardboard box, containing birthday cards, mother's day cards and other holiday memorabilia sent from various way stations over the decades by her wandering children. Never expressive emotionally (she would have dropped on a sword rather than admit she was wrong), that dusty box, a nugget in a grove of palm trees, articulated the words she could never say.

Remember your mother, and while you're at it, remember that:

Every Sunday: dessert and deliciousness abides with Mad Men, and GOThones.


Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Spanning the Globe

1. May 1st is International Worker's Day, a holiday in approximately 80 countries around the world. Our frame of reference here is Labor Day, but in various establishments throughout this nation today, in solidarity with their sisters and brethren across the continents, various elements of the work force shut it down. I was reminded of this when friends of mine tried to buy a pizza and discovered the bakery was dark; a note taped neatly to the door: May Day. 'Commies,' my friends muttered and wandered off to debate what's for dinner. For some of us though, May 1st was not a contemplation of the fields of labor, but rather the plucking of plumerias from a neighbor's tree, stringing them into garlands of fragrant leis for 'May day, or Lei day; a celebration of the island culture, the land, and it's native Hawaiians.

2. The flood gates are open. Jason Collins let the dogs out, and the whole world is watching now. The Boy scouts just gulped. Whither the NFL? Is it ripe for the plucking? The sensational revelation, confession, of his gender preference, dropped Jason Collins onto the cover of Sports Illustrated. Which professional athlete will step through the door next? And when will this personal statistic stop being news?

3. A tip of the cap to the citizens of Boston and it's surrounding boroughs. There is an esprit de corps, a steadfastness that we,who reside in the West, admire; to the inhabitants of the right coast, drinks on the house to your resilience.

4. The grandest 2 minutes in sports this Saturday. The Kentucky Derby. If it's raining in Louisville, a long shot. You can never bet too much on a winning horse. Some wise old man once told me that.

5. Sunday. Cinco de Mayo. Happy Birthday, Alex.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Chickaluma

1. Put down some tomato plants yesterday. It seemed as good a time as any; the skies were a brilliant blue, the winds had finally skedaddled behind the hills and into the next valley, while overhead the sun was just beginning to break through. Put my foot behind the shovel and dug 3 holes. A couple of worms inched away as the chicken manure was layered with top and bottom soil. This year, we're experimenting with a new soil amendment: non-fat powdered milk. I kid you not. While hunting for a tomato blossom rot remedy (tried gypsum last year and it worked so-so) I came across a you tube video featuring a gardener from the mid-west whose bumper crop of tomato plants looked like redwoods! Before wrapping up her spiel, a box of powdered milk was produced. The same box that my mother one summer, in some weird insane moment, decided to experiment and substitute cow's milk with powdered milk which was mixed (like kool aid) in a glass right in front of our eyes, and tasted like shit. It was the kind of flashback that wasn't very meritorious, but those tomato plants in the background glowed like they were rooted in the mother lode of all mulches. The Black Krim, Juliets and heirlooms are all on 70 day notice.

2. Petaluma. Butter and Egg days are April 27th and 28th. It's like the annual rodeo. It's old school, a small town parade celebrating the history of an area which used to be called, 'the egg capitol of the world.' Flanked by rich farm land, the Petaluma river, became a fulcrum for ships carrying produce and grains back down to San Francisco and the outlying counties. Chickaluma was the nickname bandied around in it's glory years. But, Petaluma is a Miwok word which means the backside of hills. Films needing an old fashioned nostolgic era have been filmed here: American Graffiti, Pleasantville, Peggy Sue got Married, Cujo (whaa?) and Tree of Life (Nooooway). Egg and Butter days. What once was...

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

We Got Next...CAL 65 UGA 62

The team that was missing all those years in the Bay Area finally showed up and decided to ball. For decades the doormat to the juggernaut in Palo Alto, and often pushed around by the inner city play of the LA teams, the Cal women laced it up and strapped it on this season. Not since the great point guard play of Milicia Vukadinovich in 1992 and 93 who willed those Bear teams to NCAA post season berths has there been so much court n spark, pyrotechnics, at Haas Pavilion. Fueled by their young coach, Lindsey Gottlieb, the Bears lost only 3 times this season. You can talk about all the 'dream teams' you want, and you can recruit a 6'8" forward that can slamma jamma in your face, but if the coaching, the think tank, the 'brain trust' isn't operative, all the recruiting and scholarships in the world will not bring the hardware back home. In what had to be the ugliest first half of an NCAA tourney, where neither team could hit a bucket, an obvious media 'bummer' for ESPN, both teams continued to fumble around in the second half. Down by 8 at some point, the Bears poor free throw shooting biting them in the ass, the team sucked it up and dug deep. So did Georgia who were on the ropes but furiously tied the game, sending it into OT. OT? No Fear. The Bears had already seen that movie twice in the post season. Led by Layshia Claredon's 25 points, and their dynamic Coach the Cal women are on the sugarland express, heading for the 'Big Easy' They are the first Pac 12 team since 1988, other than the one in Palo Alto, to scrap their way to a Final Four berth. Don't wake me till Sunday. I'm living the dream.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Sweet Sixteen

1. I'm not talking birthday. I'm talking the NCAA women's basketball tourney. The Cal Bears who have advanced only once before to the round of 16 are in Spokane gearing up for their match with LSU. Media talking heads continue to dismiss women's b'ball as boring, slow as molasses, laughable. And they criticize the tournament because the seeding for the schools rarely change. The elite programs make their run year after year: UConn, where by the way, this sign was spotted in the rafters...'UConn, where the men are men and the women are champions,' Stanford, Baylor, Notre Dame, Tennessee etc. all have the hardware. The high flying point guard in the photo, Brittany (hey we have our own Brittney) Boyd, uh seems to be soaring over the hardwood, not mired in deep whatever. Look, women play beneath the basket. Execute the concept of X's and O's. And back door at their own pace. Ridicule? Bring it. We're already in your gym. And standing at the 3pt line. Time to get over it.

2. The men. Hey, I'm all about equality. So many upsets. And so much crying. The darlings of the tourney are Florida Gulf Coast, and the Wichita Shockers. The schools from small conferences. A not so predictable champ: either Duke, or the Florida Gators.  My bracket: dead. dead. dead.

3. Got a new cell phone yesterday. A thing of beauty. And have I dropped it yet? Why, yes. Right out of the box onto my table. Way to go.

4. The Supreme Court. Is equality 'just another word for nothing left to lose'?? Come on now, show the love.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Burning Daylight

1. Have I really been playing hooky for a month? Uh, not really. But, a flight of fancy (domestic biz) did transport me out of Cali to Aloha land. No malasadas. No Lappert's. Not even a finger of poi. It was that sad. The wheel of fortune is a fickle bird. Sometimes you cavort. And sometimes the cavorting flat lines. So, there I was caught in the middle of a tropical rainstorm... For 24 hours the islands were pummeled by rain which originated from Kauai and then sourced (mid stream)  the big island of Hawaii. Huh? I didn't understand it either and just enjoyed the show. Diamond Head lay shrouded behind a wall of mist. It was a different look for the old lady. I finally did stop at the Liliha Bakery for dinner. 24/6 days a week. And ate at the counter which might accommodate 16 diners? No rez. Just a line out the door. Every single day. I had the mahimahi. Two fillets as big as my head. For dessert, the coco puffs. Yeah, island style.

2. Ina Donna Coolbrith, California's first Poet Laureate, had a birthday on Sunday the 10th. I passed her gravestone today and chest bumped her.

3. The Pope. An Argentinian. Who knew? Was Vegas laying odds? Jose Bergoglio. 100-1. There's no crying in Argentina today.

4. Banshee. On Cinemax. The most interesting, provocative character in cable history: Hoon Lee as Job. More of him, please.

5. Almost March Madness. Congratulations to the Cal Bears Women's Basketball team who won the Pac 12 title. A first. Coach G, Lindsay Gottlieb, brought the slamma jamma.