3 unrelated paragraphs linked together for your reading pleasure

Longtimers will remember my friends who were queer-bashed over a year ago. Well, after stalling for months and months, the homophobic and racist dude pled guilty to everything including the hate crime charge. There is a sentencing hearing on Tuesday 4/6 where my friends will finally get to say their piece and they are asking for support. I’m not sure what time or what court yet but I’ll let you know.

The Bay Area Funk (1967-76) compilation that I acquired for my road trip is amazing. superchones will be happy to know there’s a song about MUNI. "Funky Driver on a Funky Bus" contains the completely unrealistic scenario where the MUNI driver misses the passenger’s stop. If only the singer had the chorus be a simple "Back Door! Back Door!". Hey Super C, how about a MUNI theme band? We could cover that Sick Pleasure song also. You know the one with the line "Let’s kill the MUNI driver, we’ll all ride free today" which always made we ask out loud, "But who’s gonna drive the bus?"*


Mock away, but I’m going to start a new filter. I will use it to write about sports. For example, I knew Stanford was going down quickly in the NCAAs but had nowhere to share that knowledge in public. By request only. Leave a comment if you want to be added. (or e-mail me privately at gordonzola@livejournal.com if you are not "out" about your sports watching. I'll keep it confidential.)



*Confidential to SuperC, I referenced this to you last night during our phone conversation. I thought I had already posted this. doh!

Almost quite impressive

beelavender, her guy, and I were looking for a place to get a drink after our fine meal in Belltown. They decided that I had to go the the Edgewater, some fancy-pants hotel where the Beatles stayed back in the day. Expensive yes, but with an amazing view and we were only going to have one drink.

Unfortunately, as we approached we realized something was wrong. Throughout the otherwise peaceful night and pretty-much abandoned streets, the sound of a bad rock cover band was heard. As we entered the lobby of the hotel, I saw the problem. A sign read: "Welcome Whole Foods Tribal Gathering" around some Mod Prim "Celtic" graphic. Translated into my language, it read, "Icky cultural appropriation trying to disguise corporate business meeting. Run away!" We fled back to their neighborhood.



On the way back to the Bay Area I stopped at The Rogue Valley Creamery in Center Point Oregon for a tour of their facility and to pick up some free cheese. Over a meal of freshly slaughtered local 4H pork, the owner David told me that he had just gotten back from travelling through Portland, Olympia, and Seattle. We exchanged travel notes and when I expressed my feelings about the "Tribal" gathering which kept me from my $8 beer, he got all excited.

Evidently, he was sitting, bored, just inside the bar at the fancy hotel after a meeting with the regional cheese folks. Could anything have solidified my standing with Bee as an International Man of Cheese Mystery more than entering a random hotel and immediately running into a comrade of dairy? They would have thought I set it up. Oh, lost opportunities.