It seems recently that the officials elected to represent us and make the laws that govern our society are reluctant to hear what we have to say.
Lawmakers are locking the doors to their offices, canceling their Town Hall meetings, shutting down their phone lines, and when they do hear from us, they are declaring that “THOSE are not the RIGHT Americans.”
So — postcards, right?!
It’s just that misogyny, racism, corruption, and elitism are NOT the values we’ve been raised with.
An administration that aspires to hide information from the American people and declares efforts to inform us to be “illegal” — an administration that mistakenly labels anyone who comes here from another country to be an “illegal alien” — an administration that brands any part of the judiciary that holds him to account to be “illegitimate” — and an administration that is willing to publish, and speak on the record, things that are demonstrably proven to be untrue — that sort of an administration is illegal, illegitimate, and unsustainable.
So yeah, postcards!
We made our way to Berkeley for a house concert by Rebecca Loebe — last stop on her album release tour for Blink.
She performed every song from the new album in sequence, although she took a break in the middle to entertain audiences with some of her classic material.
It was a magical night (I’m not casually dipping into hyperbole here — this woman truly has the power to create magic) and I know that I was not the only one in the audience who spent much of the night with teary eyes.
She gave the audience her best, and in spite of her grueling schedule, she showed up cheerful and friendly on the break. This lady is the real deal, as a performer, as a songwriter, and overall as a person.
Her music and performance schedule is readily available to fans, and to those who didn’t know that they would become fans soon.
After performing for us, she hopped on a shuttle to get the redeye flight back to Austin where she would help kick off South by Southwest and appear something like six times in the subsequent seven days.
It’s hard to praise here enough, and if you could actually do it, there’s some doubt as to whether anyone would believe you. So the only response that really makes any sense is to simply invite the listener to hear her music.
It’s a one-way trip though. You don’t easily come back from falling in love with Rebecca Loebe.
We went to see Amy Obenski tonight at Doc’s Lab. This was a performance with her full band, The Elements.
Her opening act was a supremely charming band called Redwood Skyline, fronted by a very engaging songwriter and vocalist.
Doc’s Lab is a wonderful venue, in the shadow of San Francisco’s pyramid. The kitchen is wonderful, the space is great for live music performance, and in this case, we got parking directly in front of the place — free!!
The show was great. Both bands showed something special and the audience was well served.
I do hope to see more performances that Amy sets up with the whole band. I have a feeling that some of her material will season in and evolve as the band works with it.
…there’s a road I cross just about every day. It’s on the way to my neighborhood market that I must cross each time. There’s nothing special about it, but when I come to it and cross, I have had similar thoughts for about 5 months now.
You see, it’s not only a road I have to cross to get to my market, it’s also the road that has my election polling place on it. In fact, when I come to it, I look down it to the west and I can almost see the neighborhood church where we cast our ballots.
And for some time, the same thoughts come to my mind…
Continue reading “Just a Simple Road”
…our artist friend Joshua Coffy has a signature phrase that often pops up when he encounters stupidity, narrow-mindedness, or crass insensitivity. (He’s a master of irony.)
So it made good sense that we should create a visual homage to his key phrase.
Fortunately, Lays launched another of its marketing programs designed to have people suggest new flavors for its chips. The convergence of Joshua’s increasingly more frequent invocation of his signature phrase, and the chance to craft it into a new potato chip flavor was utterly irresistible.
Continue reading “Do Us A Flavor”
…I had been meaning to do this for some time. Here’s the letter I sent to John McCain.
We were once the good guys.
You and I both fought for that.
We were the guys who rolled into town with food, medicine, and clean blankets.
We were the people who stepped in to put an end to torture and tyranny.
I know you and I haven’t always worked the same side of the aisle, but we BOTH love this country and stand for its greatness.
Continue reading “Dear Senator McCain”
A Saturday night on the way to the airport with plenty of time to spare to catch an 8:30pm international flight — feeling great about planning and setting up a spur of the moment trip in response to a last minute client request.
I thought to check in early for my flight to Ireland and pick out some nice seats. They asked (as they routinely do) for the expiration date on my passport.
THAT was when I realized that I’d not looked at it in months, and that it was past due. You really can’t fly if you don’t have a current passport. So after several of the usual stages of grief, I managed to get the airline on the phone and get things adjusted.
Hoping against hope, I located a couple of articles (here, and here) that offered advice about hyper-rushing a passport renewal.
Fortunately, I live in a city that has a passport office, and more fortunately, the people there are extremely nice about helping out travelers who find themselves in this predicament.
Continue reading “Passports Can Die Too”