Today would be that day…westward.

By the time any of you read this, I will have left my comfy confines in the Midwest for a far more uncertain future on the West Coast…San Francisco to be exact. Got some money saved, a lot of social work experience, several contacts and possibilities and a 2nd job interview already scheduled for three…

So, this is the Tenderloin…San Francisco…

The Tenderloin: the TL, Little Saigon, the Loin, Tenderloin Heights… Fifty square blocks or so wedged between San Francisco’s downtown Civic Center – City Hall, the courthouses and Federal buildings – and the main Shopping/Financial Districts with your Niketown’s, Apple Stores, Macy’s and rapists like Bechtel, the banks and their assorted bullshit…fifty square blocks crammed into the center of San Francisco that too many people of…

In here is more important than out there…

Internals and externals… Why do I do what I do? Why do I write the things I do on the internet? For what purpose? Do I believe that by writing all the things I’ve written over the past year or so about British Petroleum, Ken Feinberg, the GOP, Barack Obama and whatever else will create…

Chicago Blackhawks Deathwatch…Game 4

It might seem strange for a picture of a San Jose Sharks player on the Blackhawks deathwatch, but when Chicago wins 7-2 over a Vancouver team that appears to have forgotten to leave their hotel while San Jose goes down by four goals, only to score five goals of their own in the second period,…

Chicago Blackhawks Deathwatch…Game 3

Sad…sad…sad… The Blackhawks lose again…and in Chicago this time. Though their big four finally stepped up and started to actually shoot the damned puck…didn’t matter. Vancouver is up three games to nothing… Course, we won’t talk about the Sharks game Saturday night except to say…&$#&@&@^&%@#%^%%^@^%$@#$%@#…Really? Have a nice day…