Poetic pragmatism, neo-transcendentalism, bikes, burritos, basketball.
Two winters ago, I traveled to London for work. It was cold as hell, as a witch’s tit, as the blood that runs in Dwyane Wade’s veins during the fourth quarter. The sky was deep gray, hard, heavy and forbidding, and it felt as if it wasn’t more than 10 or 12 feet above my [...]
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I was just watching ESPN’s Opening Day coverage of the Braves-Dodgers game, and the conversation between commentator Erik Karros (wasn’t he Rookie of the Year like 5 years ago?) and Rick Sutcliffe turned to steroids. Karros couldn’t contain himself. He blustered and rambled for a while, criticizing those who demanded an investigation, and basically rehashed [...]
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Of course Crash won Best Picture. Why wouldn’t Academy members — I’m assuming they’re mostly white and Angeleno — rally around a film that momentarily relieved them of guilt they feel for living in such a racially segregated city? (I have to admit that I love Ludacris’s rant about the racial implications of riding city buses. That, and Don [...]
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First Thursdays at 49 Geary can be overwhelming, people-wise, and underwhelming, art-wise, and this month was different only in that the overwhelmingness was crammed into one place: the Fraenkel Gallery. Packed with people, it also displayed a face-melting collection of Richard Misrach photos. When I first saw Misrach’s photos, I thought immediately of Sebastiao Salgado. [...]
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Last night we checked out the Oakland Art Murmur. Actually, we didn’t even know that such a thing existed, and drove over the Bridge intending to see Jason Munn’s opening at Bloom Screen Printing. So it was a pleasant surprise to see that little stretch of Telegraph goin off when we got there. Jason’s stuff [...]
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It just happens to be from my home state. Nice work, Kansans.
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Last night, Konono #1 played the Palace of Fine Arts. Before the show, I was a little worried that their scruffy, off-kilter sound may get washed-out by the fancy sound-system of the PoFA, and that they may end up sounding like lame-ass Ashkenaz – style “world music.” But from the first moment, they totally ruled, and their [...]
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After a chill afternoon at China Beach, we checked out some burgers at Bill’s Place, which made me think about all of the good burgers to be found in San Francisco: Bill’s Place (pictured) grinds its own, and names its burger platters after local celebrities. Extra credit for the chandeliers and non-mayo cole slaw. On [...]
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After Hurricane Katrina, the recent Harper’s magazine feature about the uncontrollable, unfathomed termite infestation of the French Quarter seems downright eerie. Equal parts information and meditation, Duncan Murrell’s “The Swarm” is an effective, moving blend of first-hand reporting on blizzard-like termite swarms, spooky interviews with insect experts, and genuine Southern gothic moments: Where the Formosans [...]
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Has there been a more thankless task in modern literary history than editing Hunter S. Thompson? According to former Rolling Stone editor Robert Love, the magazine actually assigned junior editors the task of babysitting Thompson as he approached his deadline. (Okay, there are worse junior editing tasks than that; I’ve done them). In a recent [...]
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My name is Doug LeMoine. I work both on, and for, the Internet. You can find more about me in the About Me page that I wrote about me.
