Local PERSonality

Just leafing through my most recent issue of “Pensions & Investments” magazine and came across a very interesting profile on the new Chief Investment Officer over at CalPERS, Russell Read. (If you’re not already a subscriber to “Pensions & Investments” you’re really missing out.) Seems like Mr. Read is very interested in environmental issues and investment, owning his own tree sactuary/habitat in Maine and sitting on a board that “is dedicated to attracting technologies that will convert wood to energy and to materials now made from oil.”

Wait a second, hit the rewind button on that. Did he just say, “convert wood into energy?” Isn’t that called fire? I know how to convert wood into energy, just hold it close to a match, or rub two pieces together really fast. Do you need a whole board for that? And using wood for material? Isn’t that called…wood?

All snark aside, Mr. Read seems like a very neat guy and it looks like he’ll find it an easy transition from New England to Northern California. The article says that he and the wife plan to move to Davis, which seems a good fit for the environmentally aware couple. So if you see Russell or Mrs. Read at the co-op or Whole Foods or the farmer’s market, give ’em a wave and a hearty handshake and welcome them to the neighborhood.

Bob Moricz and the frontier spirit

We, or at least I, talk a lot here at the Sac Rag about the frontier spirit being alive and kicking here in Sactown. Most of the time it’s being used in a funny sarcastic way, to describe the “paranoid grasping at humanity” embodied historically by the Forty-Niners (the gold-panning kind). But the frontier spirit has its good side as well: take SNR’s cover boy of the week, local horror auteur filmmaker Bob Moricz. I’m not much of a horror film guy, but I’m a big fan of the do-it-yourself, anti-Postmodern artistic mindset Moricz represents. My favorite quote is when one of Bob’s super fans tries to call his newest film “Palace of Stains” (screening at The Crest tonight at 11:00 pm) an “amazing feat” and Moricz replies “What’s amazing is that it doesn’t suck shit.” Bob Moricz, humble genius.

UPDATE: Great review of “Palace of Stains” on FILM FOR TOURISTS. FFT is putting together a really well-written blog, unless your definition of “well-written” includes “employs capitalization.”

In other SNR news, kudos to SNR president Jeff vonKaenel for launching SacYouth.com, a new Website listing of faith-based activities for Sacramento’s young people. Yay togetherness!

Who knew there was such a thing?

CSUS nursing major Nicole Honaker was recently crowned Miss Sacramento County (I say recently because there is no mention of the date in the article. Somebody won’t be winning Miss Junior Reporter!) Lest you think an academic-minded woman should be shamed by participating in such an event, you’ll be happy to know that during the swimsuit competition contestants are merely to walk past the judges, not to pose or even stop on the stage. At a certain point can we just get rid of that category? What’s next, you just show them a swimsuit you bought? Anyway, congrats Miss Honaker. Maybe next year we’ll do a Miss Sac Rag…

Piling on (sort of)

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As DMZ mentioned here earlier this week, the News & Review published Robert Berry’s Top 10 list of annoying things about Sacramento. Topping the list was Mark S. Allen. Now who doesn’t love them some MSA bashing? Count me in, that’s for sure, but my frame of reference for my insults are still based on the Scratch days. So to get up to speed I checked in on the Good Morning Sacramento Today show on UPN 31 for the first time in months and, man alive, what has happened to that guy?

So they toss it to MSA and Nick chimes in with a great flat ironing joke which MSA uncomfortably accepts (see photo, come on, man, take your age like a man). He proceeds to interview each of the hourly producers on the show who were discussing what each segment was going to be about. He then makes a crack about his run in with Peter Jackson oh so long ago and how one of them made the right career choice, or something. If you check out his bio you’ll notice he loves the self deprecation. But he does it in that way that makes you a little uneasy, you know? He does hold the record for the most jalapenos eaten in one minute, however. So he’s got that going for him. And, to his credit, he has a listing on IMDB, which I clearly do not have.

Bottom line is (for when I undoubtedly run into him at Trader Joe’s…people in San Francisco don’t have to worry about this stuff, huh?) that he has made a living in this business we call show for a long time now so, unless he’s holding pictures of high powered people in uncompromising positions, he must be doing something right.

Local boy makes ape

Budding hometown movie star Colin Hanks stars in “King Kong,” a movie about a torrid love affair between a young blonde actress and a monstrous gorilla. I caught Colin on Conan the other night and he gave a great interview–great energy, good stories. Not unlike a certain other world class actor. And no, I am not such a Sac homer that young master Hanks’ screen time is enough to make me want to see this enormous piece of Hollywood poop. Or haven’t you seen the commercial with the Coldplay song? Oh Peter Jackson, you had me at “no-one tosses a dwarf,” but you lost me when King Kong fought a frickin T-Rex. Remake my 24-foot tall arse.

Noriyuki “Pat” Morita Passes Away

The Sac Rag sends its condolences to the family of former Sacramento resident Noriyuki “Pat” Morita who died of natural causes yesterday.

After the war ended and the internees were released, there were many more hard years. Eventually the family resettled in Sacramento and opened a restaurant. It was called the “Ariake Chop Suey” (after the area in Japan where Morita’s father was born). They served Chinese food in apredominately black section of town. Morita and his father worked 14-hour-days in the kitchen and his mother, aunties and cousins served the food.

Does anyone know more about this restaurant and where exactly it was located?

UPDATE: It was on Fourth Street.