A short explanation of the lack of explainability of things.
At some point in 1984, a year of great significance to Orwellians and Van Halen fans, I saw the video for Suicidal Tendencies’ “Institutionalized.” It changed my life. Before that video blasted out of the cathode rays of our boxy Zenith, I loved my parents. After Mike Muir’s growling sermon, I understood for the first […]
When I’m confused, I admit it. And I’m very confused about what Occupy Wall Street (#OWS) hopes to accomplish. I applaud their zeal. In my younger, more idealistic days, I’d be out there myself, loud, unwashed, and certain of my correctness. I applaud their hypocrisy. It takes a special band of jolly roustabouts to decry […]
The Worst Boycott Ever…My Bad Utilizing the location-alerting power of Facebook, I posted this picture of me waiting in a stupefying line for gelato at San Francisco’s lauded and overcrowded Ferry Building on Sunday. Astute Smatterites will remember this was to be a Weeekend of No Lines, whence our unified front against slow-paced fancy-pants food […]
Poorly typed on iPhone by Matt Rhodes Ladies and gentlemen: I have stood in line for a tasty morsel for the last time. All over San Francisco, I see overrated treats commanding ridiculous wait times. Blue Bottle coffee takes Dali-esque melting hours to acquire. The quality of our various ice creams seems to be determined […]