Monthly Archives: April 2001

Pop: … go the weasels who run laps ’round that fabled mulberry bush. Why? They’re thirsty for profits from new markets. I remember when Josta was the next big drink, and how quickly it went down the drain. Wonder if Busta Rhymes will be tapped to push this? And why am I not surprised that […]

Sunday papers: … Inside Immaterial Incorporated � Issue Two, Andrea Codrington on beige. (Cabinet has this column called Colors “in which a guest writer is asked to respond to a specific color assigned by the editors of Cabinet.” Codrington points out the obvious Hannah Arendt-John Mellencamp continuum, a Web site devoted to the color and […]

Your Negro tour guide: … I’m not and Kathy Y. Wilson is. Where has this column been? Or rather, why haven’t I been reading it before now for the real Queen City skinny? Need that name explained? Here you go.

Epiphany: … Mr. Pennant had the kind that makes me wanna say “I’ll have what (s)he’s having.”

Critical Mass: The Chronicle has an article about yesterday, which I overheard people talking about in Cafe 1428 this morning. I was in the office last night, getting ready to leave, when a coworker explained what all that noise down on Fourth Street was. I looked out an east-facing window and down onto the intersection […]

Have you ever been fond of a font?: … He has. And so have I.

Proverb of the week: … “The tortoise knows how to make love to his wife.”

Where do you want to go tomorrow?: … or rather (clears throat) “Do you know where you’re going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Where are you going to? Do you know?” No, I haven’t entirely lost my mind. Context is here; noticed it over here; lyrics to “Theme from […]

Black skin, white skin: … and all the skin in between, according to one Australian researcher’s explanation.

After the day I just had: … it sure feels good to lock “Beautiful Night” (7.3 MB) on repeat in the iBook currently known as Orange Moon, plunge down into Powell BART after a short skitter along the San Francisco streetscape and head home to my honey. And no, it’s not a cover of “It’s […]