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Swept

2010-12-11T10:32:00.000-08:00

A year ago or so, I told Nancy, "I hate baseball. It's boring." But Nancy is a long time Giants fan and in the blush of new romance we went to a game together. It was after a storm and the view was magnificent. Being the cheapskates were are we brought our own snacks. We laughed and talked through the whole game so we ended up going to another game, and another... about one a month. Some of those damn cold nights with gloves and hats. Some of them exceedingly beautiful late afternoons of sunshine.

Meanwhile I watched the Ken Burns' Baseball and read a couple books (Psychology of Baseball, and Why is the Foul Pole Fair?). I learned how to score a game.

Scoring a game was, perhaps, almost the tipping point for me. I kept me busy instead of bored and I learned the game (and the scoreboard) a lot better.

Of course, Tim Lincecum was the first player I learned. But I started to have a slight name recognition of some of the others (U...ribe! Panda, etc.). I wasn't that impressed. But on Posey night we got free shirts and I learned a little about this amazing kid. Then Huff, who at the time, seemed like a washed up old player given a last chance. I wore my Posey shirt to work.

The end of the season seemed on the horizon and then we could get back into our routine of Monday Night Football. Wallgreens had discounted all its Giants gear (picked up some Lincecum tokens for .99 cents) and no one seemed very interested in the Giants chances of winning the division.

Well, it was a bad year, a terrible year, to hate baseball. I was certainly caught up in the playoffs. But I hate to call myself a fan. Fans are those who have been following the team for two or three generations. Who can cite statistics from the 50's and name names. I'm just along for the ride.

Yes, we celebrated by driving around town screaming and honking the horn and dancing and chanting in the streets with the throngs. It was all so very very exciting. (Actually, it was a hell of a weekend with Halloween, Giants WS, Day of the Dead, and the victory parade.) Suddenly Giants gear was everywhere and everyone was (and still is) wearing it. I don't know where they were all summer. I didn't see so much gear at the games!

And yes, I watched (but didn't go to) the parade. And cried and felt proud for these guys.

But I'm not calling myself a fan. Part of me still hates baseball. OK, I like/love the Giants. I like the players and their stories, the mythology. Posey, Huff & Burrell, Rentaria, Torres, The Beard... Guys I wouldn't have recognized on the street before the playoffs. But I am not a fan.

P.S. I already got my tickets for next season. Let's Go GIANTS!

1,000

2010-06-08T14:17:00.000-07:00

1,000th Happy Now Cartoon TODAY!

Quest for Fire

2010-05-07T13:41:00.000-07:00

I last watched this 1981 movie when it came out. I liked it then and today, when I happened to watch it again, I was even more impressed. I don't know why this isn't on everyone's best movies ever list; and way up on the list, too.

2009-11-17T01:37:00.000-08:00

Dio de los muertos

2009-11-03T08:44:00.000-08:00

(These are not my pictures. They are from the website of a previous year's Day of the Dead event in the Mission.)

"Don't just cry mournfully over the individuals, dreams and influences that have helped make you what you are. Dance for them; sing for them; honor them; leap into the air and kiss the sky for them."

Nancy and I walked over to the mission last night and caught the front end of the day of the dead parade coming around the corner at 25th and Mission. I was expecting to just stand on the curb and watch the parade go by, but it's not really a parade as much as it is a procession.

Within a block I was moved to tears. OK, maybe not tears but that teary feeling as I remembered my mother, who died this time of year, and my grand parents. Nancy was wise enough to have brought a charm bracelet that her mother had given her, so I grabbed my mom's docent badge (she volunteer at the State Parks in the Morro Bay area) as we left the house.

We told stories about the inside jokes we had with our moms. I used to grab my mom's shoes off her feet and, one time, I threw them out of the front door of the house. Mom was laughing so hard she peed. High brow stuff.

Bizarrely and wonderfully the atmosphere is both solemn and festive. Lots of music and some dancing. Lots of people had candles (next year I'm bringing candles!), smudge sticks, homemade costumes. Though there were many groups performing music or dancing I only saw one homemade cardboard sign. It was all very anonymous and that was perfect. By the way, this is an alcohol-free event.

It was a full moon and when we turned on Harrison, I believe, towards Garfield Square, the street was very dark. It was wonderful. I had my camera (these pictures are from the website) with me but was in a solemn mood and didn't feel like taking pictures.

We were towards the front of the procession and when we got to Garfield Square, where the homemade altars were exhibited, it was obvious to me that it was already too crowded, so we reversed direction and walked the trailing parade back to Mission street.

Next time we'll dress up more. And bring candles to carry and share.

Map Quest

2009-10-03T19:21:00.000-07:00

I looked at a map of where you live,
The small town near the freeway,
Looking straight down on flat streets,
Imagining you there, in my shadow,
As if I were a cloud drifting east,
A rolling thunderhead of shade,
A torrent of rain.

بچه‌های آسمان

2009-09-30T22:42:00.000-07:00

بچه‌های آسمان, (Bacheha-Ye aseman), or in English, Children of Heaven, is the 1997 Iranian movie, made for around $180,000 US in Tehran. A story of childhood; a brother and sister who have to share a pair of shoes. The insular world of childhood, where an invisible drama takes place in the home, in the school, and in the narrow streets, where the adults are oblivious. Director Mojdi got some solid performances from all his actors, who I would guess are non-actors. Its simple, stark, yet sometimes lyrical story reminded me of The Bicycle Thieves, one of my favorite films. The final scene may seem anti-climatic, but I gasped at its poetry. I look forward to seeing more of writer-director Majid Mojdi's films. Bring Kleenex.

Grand Canyon

2009-09-30T14:25:00.000-07:00

I hadn't planned on watching Ken Burn's new series on our National Parks, but now that I've stumbled upon a couple episodes, watched John Muir struggle, Hetch Hetchy drown, and the Grand Canyon's history, I'm hooked.

I'm reminded of the summer I worked at the Grand Canyon when I was in junior high, when we were between living in Flagstaff (NAU) and Austin (UT) and had no home and the rest of the family on the road places unknown, camping, site-seeing, and I was on my own at the South Rim.

I worked for a pilot program of the Youth Conservation Corp, maybe twenty teen boys from all over America, living in an old medical center (sinks you turned on with your knees), cleaning trails, building a dog run at the local pound, cementing fire rings at Angels Camp and the North Rim.

I had a carton of Marlboro's, the white and red box like an ammo box full of bullet clips. But I only smoked about six, playing basketball at 8,000 feet one immediately felt the difference, like breathing through a stir-stick, and gave the rest away.

That summer I saw thunderstorms down in the canyon, watched the lightning from above and smelled the rain on hot rocks. Ringtail Cats at night in the rafters at Angels Camp, and scorpions the size of your hand under rocks. Flash floods on a sunny day, the sound of grumbling, tumbling rocks in the water before anything else.

I learned to weld, wield an ax, shovel, and pick, cement stones, and use a fire rake. At the North Rim our shower was a hot water heater in a small shack that came out of a hole in the ceiling, blistering hot. Only one valve, no shower head; a steady stream you could only splash on yourself, but so welcome on those cold nights after a dusty day on the trail.

But what really took me back were all the family vacations, the camping trips with Tang and card games (we had Hoyle's to work through) and my parents green-plaid flannel sleeping bags that zipped together into a double. Smelly outhouses, and eating off aluminum dishes, and a five gallon collapsable water bottle with a leaky red spout.

Over the years we had, I believe, a Saab, a van my dad built into a camper, a pickup with a cabover, and a motorhome. My sister, Peggy, and I fought and read and played "alphabet" and various other games of observation that I think my dad invented to keep our focus outward (we found out Peggy needed glasses when she couldn't see all the deer in a field we passed).

Dad did most of the driving ("Are we there yet?" "Do I have to pull over and deal with you kids?!") and we shot for 400 miles a day. To keep the stops to a minimum he drilled a hole in the floor of the backseat and put in a nagahyde hose and a funnel.

But we kept track and visited every State and pretty much every National Park (also State Parks, museums, factories that gave tours, logging mills, and, occasionally, as a special treat, a Stuckeys). Most of these I have no direct memory of, but watching the Ken Burn's series stirred those deep memories, part national pride, part humility at the vast natural beauty, part boredom and indignity of using public bathrooms (if we were lucky) and being shoved together every summer (such is the life of an academic) into a car, camper, or tent; sharing a stained picnic table, sloppy joes, and mosquito bites.

Our final trip together, although we didn't know it at the time, was to Tahoe. Peggy and I, I think, were old enough to drink a Budweiser and play the slots. hands blackened by the knobs on the one armed bandit. I remember my mom smoking a Lucky Strike and drinking coffee from our hopelessly stained Tuperware coffee mugs.

Glory days.

2 year anniversary for Happy Now? Cartoons

2009-09-16T17:11:00.000-07:00

735 cartoons. Whew! Seems like a lot. But just one a day... Now if all of you would just buy 1,000 tee shirts each... (or 500 coffee mugs)...

Fog Lover

2009-07-16T01:04:00.000-07:00

Midnight fog makes familiar streets turn
In unexpected ways,
Streetlights lamp intersections,
That you can't see across,
Trees wandering off the sidewalk,
Sudden spirits scampering,
And stampeding in the headlights.

Lost on my way home,
In this ghost ocean,
I only know you when I'm near you,
Reassured by your moist kiss.

Oswald, The Lucky Rabbit

2009-07-12T12:24:00.000-07:00

Robin and I just got back from the Oswald cartoon show at the Silent Film Festival. Silent cartoons from the 20's with live music. Ub Iwerks' (the GREAT Disney animator) granddaughter, Leslie Iwerks, introduced the films (with Leonard Maltin). VERY creative and funny and fun.

Disney didn't own the character Oswald and eventually quit/lost the rights to Oswald. Depressed, on the train back from New York, he told his wife he was going to create his own character, "Mortimer Mouse." His wife talked him out of the name Mortimer...

Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia

2009-07-10T13:23:00.000-07:00

Happy Now Cartoon #666 is up! Some kind of anniversary...

From my friends at Wikipedia:

666 is the natural number following 665 and preceding 667. It is also an abundant number. It is the sum of the first 36 natural numbers (i.e. $1 + 2 + 3 + ... + 34 + 35 + 36 = 666$ ), and thus a triangular number. Since 36 is both square and triangular, 666 is the sixth number of the form $n 2 (n 2 + 1) / 2$ (sequence A037270 in OEIS) and the eighth number of the form $n (n + 1)(n 2 + n + 2) / 8$ (doubly triangular numbers, A002817).

The number of prime numbers up to 666 is 121, the square of the number of prime numbers up to 36.

666 is the 60th 12-factored number; 60 is the first 12-factored number.

666= $(3 6) - (2 6) + 1$ ; 6= $(3 2) - (2 2) + 1$ ; 66= $(3 4) - (2 4) + 1$ .

666 is the sum of the squares of the first seven prime numbers (i.e. $22 + 3 2 + 5 2 + 7 2 + 11 2 + 13 2 + 17 2 = 666$ ).

The harmonic mean of the decimal digits of 666 is (trivially -- all repdigit natural numbers have this property) an integer: 3/(1/6 + 1/6 + 1/6) = 6, making 666 the 54th number with this property.

In base 10, 666 is a palindromic number, a repdigit and a Smith number. A prime reciprocal magic square based on 1/149 in base 10 has a magic total of 666.

The Roman numeral representation of the number 666 (DCLXVI) uses once each the Roman numeral symbols with values under 1,000, occurring in descending order of their respective values (D = 500, C = 100, L = 50, X = 10, V = 5, I = 1).

666 is a member of the Indices of prime Padovan sequence, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 14, 19, 30, 37, 84, 128, 469, 666, 1262, 1573, 2003, 2210, ... (sequence A112882 in OEIS).

And...

It is not uncommon to see the symbolic role of the integer 666 transferred to the digit sequence 6-6-6. Some people take the satanic associations of 666 so seriously that they actively avoid things related to 666 or the digits 6-6-6. This is known as hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia.

On Buying Flowers

2009-07-04T22:13:00.000-07:00

Silly things, flowers,

The green little wood-board hutch on the corner,

Florid harem,

With buckets and ribbon and spilled water,

Fat yellow sunflowers,

Mums and dainty white daisies,

Proud red roses of course,

Fingers of green tinted with the tiniest purple blossoms,

Crocus and white lily,

A hullabaloo of wildflowers,

So many ladies,

Waiting to be asked to dance.

This Is The Ocean

2009-06-28T16:41:00.000-07:00

This is the ocean

this is me

The brine churn of birds,
The cool erosion polishing the foamy waves,
Fogged horizon,
The sun blistering through the clouds.

I watch and let my mind float and drift and

sink

into the cold,
The lost valleys,
Silent canyons and ghostly plains,
And bottomless trenches,
Gathering all our bones.

Rain on the mountains,
Snow on the sea,
This is you

this is me

Braided rivers.

Are your headwaters the Alpine cataracts?
Or the muddy flood plains of India?
The Rockies green trickle creeks?
Or the blood flow of the Mississippi?
What dark icebergs weigh on you?
What convoys of ghost ships,
Sail your uncharted currents?
What monsters

troll

The surf of your laugh,
You flash in the sunlight and dance in the wind,
And amaze me.

I taste the salt

on your cool lips.

Free Throw

2009-06-20T11:48:00.000-07:00

I'm trying to write a poem about basketball,
But it won't sink,
About the wind off the ocean,
And over Twin Peaks,
Sweeping the court on the hill
I can see Oakland from here.

About how the backboard quivers
The fog stained net
How good the glorious sun feels,
And even better to rest in the shade,
Of this douglas fir.

Just shooting baskets with my son,
Lay-ups and half-court hail-mary's,
And chasing balls,
While small dogs play in the lumpy field.

My arms know,
Better than a hug,
Better than writing this poem,
Everything,
To put the ball through the hoop.

But they fail.
It's short, long, left, right.
We blame the wind,
And this glorious sun.

Bunk

2009-06-18T22:12:00.000-07:00

Today I built an Ikea bunk bed for my friend's twins who turned 8 today.

Yes, they "helped."

I'm taking bets on how long until one of them looses a tooth falling/diving out of it.
Happy Birthday, girls!

Farmers Market

2009-06-17T16:14:00.000-07:00

Sweet Basil in tight bunches
Like school kids waiting to cross the street.
Fat baskets of strawberries,
Sweet and fragrant.
Flowers in the shade,
A lilliputian forest of herbs,
Rows of plastic boxes of almonds
like apartment buildings on the hill.
A whole table of vegetables
I do not recognize.

I had my first fig ever;
Which end to hold?
Do you eat the skin?
Oh, it's so soft,
Yielding to my mouth,
Sweet and warm and subtle,
Like a first kiss.

I Forget

2009-06-16T10:24:00.000-07:00

Until I'm out the front door,
I forget what fresh air tastes like,
Ocean churned, filtered through the trees,
And stirred by sparrow wings,
Oozing Spring's green,
And the wine of decaying leaves.

It makes a sidewalk romantic out of me,
Reading meaning in the cracked cement.

Startled by the horizon,
Ships in the bay,
Cities and roads and bridges and cars
With people in them going places,

The sky church,
Makes me a convert to the Cloud Gods,
The stars and Moon and King God Sun,
And, Nimbus help me,
The first pretty girl I see.

21

2009-04-21T19:51:00.000-07:00

Today my son Robin is 21. That's drinking age in this State. Don't know what I can tell him about drinking; haven't had one in over 18 years myself.

I got him a Paperchase ice cube tray makes "cubes" that looks like jewels. As well as a couple Billy Collin's books, and a Space Pen (used by the astronauts!) that can even write underwater...

I don't like to brag, but he IS the best kid ever.

So he's off tonight having dinner with his friends.

To Tell The Tooth

2009-04-02T21:01:00.000-07:00

Do I need to say that it's a bit disconcerting when the dental assistant, while attempting to place a temporary crown, keeps muttering and swearing under her breath?

"Shit!"
"Jesus!" when she dropped the crown for the fourth time towards the back of my throat.

At one point she used her gloved hands to pull back her sleeves. So much for sterile.

Meanwhile, in the two plus hours I was in the chair, I read the latest Smithsonian cover to cover. Interesting article about forensic astronomy there.

Keeping Order

2009-02-20T16:06:00.001-08:00

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn?t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?

Sitting Around

2009-02-17T20:48:00.001-08:00

We've instituted a new policy at our store; no sitting on the floor. The first hour I'm sure I told at least 20 people, "I'm sorry, we're not allowed to let people sit on the floor anymore." No one questioned me but a few grumbled and a couple chose to squat and lean against display fixtures.

My impression after two days of doing this is that the store looks a lot cleaner. People aren't picnicing and leaving a mess. Fewer stacks of wedding magazines piled back in reference. Fewer coffee cups on shelves.

It helped that we had four roof leaks and one bathroom plumbing leak; the floor was wet in several areas....

I don't know if it will hurt sales but I rather doubt it. It might even help.

And the manga section is once more navigable.

Book Lights in North Beach

2009-02-14T19:00:00.000-08:00

Interesting installation on Columbus. The books seem to randomly light up.

Underneath, words imbedded on the pavement, as if they spilled out of the books...

500!

2009-01-24T14:44:00.001-08:00

Today marks Happy Now?'s 500th cartoon! Wow! Some of them -- one or two -- are even pretty good!

Big and Small

2008-12-03T19:50:00.000-08:00

I've been decreasing the size of my Happy Now? cartoons the past few days and am going to try the smaller size. It's really how I designed it in the first place.

Meanwhile, people (well, at least one) have been buying the shirts! Looking good, Susan! Makes you look... smarter.