Some don’t-miss piss and vinegar from Heckasac this morning on Aileen Voisin’s most recent call for a new home for da Kings. I never quite buy the argument that the pharoah skipping town unless the serfs build him a new pyramid is the serfs’ fault. If it’s purely a business decision, then the people have the power to pay or not pay, just as much as the owers have the power to stay or not stay. Me rhymey.
Author: CoolDMZ
"X-ray vision to see in between / Where's my kimono and my time machine?"
Homeless for a day
Did anybody else catch the KCRA story on the Jesuit boys camping out in Friendship park last night to learn how homeless people live? No, not helping the homeless people, just pretending to be homeless for 24 hours. Because otherwise, how are we supposed to know if living on the street in the rain with no money is all it’s cracked up to be?
Full disclosure: I’m a Jesuit grad (what up ’94!), so I am not going to deal in generalities here. This situation is more about this specifics: you needed to see the report to get the full flavor. From Leticia Ordaz calling spending a night in the rain because you’re homeless “roughing it,” to the concept of needing to play homeless to understand what it might be like, to film crews taping sleeping homeless people, this KCRA piece did not depict Catholic charity at its finest.
Fiat Fog
Glancing out the window on the way back to my desk I notice that the fog has settled on our fair city. See you in April!
UPDATE: My snark was premature, as it’s a wonderful day today.
Are you tired yet?
I would like to draw your attention to an opinion article at the State Hornet. I hesitated at first, because it has political complications, but then I realized that calling for the exinction of the human race shouldn’t be a debatable Left/Right issue.
Is she making up the Voluntary Human Extinction Movement, you might ask? No, she is not. They are very serious.
More Marketing of Sactown
The marketing blitz we spoke of yesterday is apparently going to heed my words and focus on attracting locals to Old Sac. Although, short of forcibly moving out the myriad t-shirt and Icee shops or modifying global DNA to make humans not want to walk around looking for crap to buy, I’m not sure how exactly you turn that place into a local-friendly attraction.
Also, what’s with this ominous quote?
After struggling with rowdy crowds and a saturation of police officers, nightlife has changed from turntables to bands.
I know that the downtown area has had its share of violence and hooliganism, but how exactly has this change in the nightlife ocurred? Was I just not aware that Fanny Ann’s had turned into a ragtime joint? (Do they even have music at Fanny Anns?)
Bye Bye Brillhart
Just last night I noticed the former site of East Sac stalwart Brillhart Shell, next to Corti Bros on Folsom, is now the location of an empty lot. Sorry, no pictures yet. Does this mean an empty lot for the next 20 years, as it so often does when a gas station is demolished? (It’s been so long I can’t even remember clearly, but I think that’s why the prime location on the northwest corner of 37th and Folsom is still vacant.) Or will it mean more parking for Corti Brothers, because that would be great. I won’t have to wait for parking before going in to be ridiculed for not ordering a sandwich in the correct manner.
Pass the time away
In search of a calendar for 2006? I am. And now I’m thinking of replacing my Village Drive-In sponsored vintagey looking one with the Cockeyed.com birthday calendar. Support local Web dudes.
Notatomato
Via Heckasac, apparently regional business busybodies are busy trying to brand Sacramento in an effort to remain the top busybodies. This is the stuff I’m talking about when I say “There’s an attitude of, ‘It’s not what’s here now, it’s what Sacramento is going to be.'”
I’d like to open up the comments section of this post for “Some other ideas” of Sac Rag devotees. I’ll start the bidding with Big Riv’.
‘Cueing in the Central Valley
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This post is a littled dated but I wanted to share this photo from my Thanksgiving in Merced in the lovely and bountiful central valley. Pictured is a “deep pit” barbecue, which consists of a 6-foot section of sewer pipe dug into the ground like a well. Into the pit goes burning tree branches and kindling, which are allowed to burn down to hot embers. Then goes the meat. Oh-ho-ho, the meat. Huge pieces of anything meaty–whole turkeys, sides of beef, whole pigs, what have you. The meat is wrapped in plastic and towels or burlap, bound with wire, and put in the pit overnight. The pit is sealed and actually covered with a few feet of dirt. The result is hot, juicy, earthy, and if you plan it right, ready just in time to spoil turkey dinner.
In addition to the deep pit I got to see the new UC Merced campus, which looks like a set out of a video game–a slowing rendering blank landscape of earth-toned polygons and then suddenly a futuristic building pops up out of the fog. Only instead of infiltrating some sort of zombie-infested research lab gone haywire you get a … college dorm, okay that’s pretty much the same thing.
Young, Old Hardest Hit
Just in time for rainy season, the News and Review is here to cheer us up with an examination of worst-case flood scenarios, and how they might affect the most vulnerable Sacramentans–the “very young and very old.” Be careful when you read this, because, in the spirit of Orson Welles, much of the emergency sections of it are told in present tense, with only that helpful phrase “as an example” stuck in there at the beginning to save them from being sued by me when I blow my life savings on a giant raft to save my family from the flood waters the paper has assured me are flowing toward my home.
I’m glad SNR had the courage to focus on how those in the community who need 24 hour care and monitoring might fare in such a catastrophe, because usually preschoolers and the elderly can kinda be left alone to figure stuff out.
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