Sunday, September 30, 2007

God I hate Sallie Mae


Reading things like this enrages me too much to comment coherently, so I'll just provide the link: High-Priced Student Loans Spell Trouble

And this brief summary:
The near doubling in the cost of a college degree the past decade has produced an explosion in high-priced student loans that could haunt the U.S. economy for years.

Haunt the U.S. economy for years. Love that. F you greedy Sallie Mae bastards. I hope you all lose your jobs and rot.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Opera at the ballpark

For my birthday, Discipulus Legis treated me to sitting for three hours outside in the cold. Yeay! Why did I enjoy this so much? Because it was at San Francisco Opera's "Opera at the Ballpark" event. SFO simulcast Camille Saint-Saens's Samson and Delilah to AT&T Park (where the SF Giants play) and it was pretty awesome. We sat on the field, not too far from the right field foul line, during the first act (and then moved into the stands for the second and third acts because Discipulus Legis is not used to the cold), ate garlic fries, and enjoyed the festive atmosphere.

People were running the bases and dancing in the infield, and during the second intermission there was a "Take Me Out to the Opera" sing along. The lyrics were something like, "Take me out to the opera, take me out with the crowd/Buy me a seat at the opera house/I don't care if it's Mozart or Strauss/Cuz' it's root, root, root for the divas..." and so on. It was very clever. Kudos to the person who rewrote the words). There were also little fan signs that said "GO SAMSON!" on one side and "GO DELILAH!" on the other. I always root for Delilah, but it never turns out well for her in the end. Oh well. Anyway, it was a fun night all around and an awesome birthday treat.

Video from the event. The sound was pretty amazing (especially if you like opera being blasted from big speakers, which I do):



Panoramic view from the stands:

Sunday, September 23, 2007

More crime in our neighborhood

The San Francisco Chronicle reported today that there was a rash of shootings and stabbings in SF this weekend, and one shooting was near the gay Safeway where Discipulus Legis and I prefer to do our grocery shopping. This city is WAY too tolerant of crime; it coddles the people who are likely to commit it and does nothing to prevent the conditions that cause it. What exactly does the SFPD do to earn their paychecks? Why doesn't city government do anything about it either? Oh yeah, because the people who run this city are a bunch of bleeding-heart, liberal do-nothings. The Summer of Love ended more than three decades ago. It's time that the city grew up and started tackling some of its problems.

I can has glass coffee table?

Usually, I'm not a fan of glass coffee tables, but this picture makes me want one bad.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Alicia Silverstone is awesome

Alicia Silverstone is appearing in a new ad campaign for PETA. Kudos to her and PETA for making a splashy stand for animals. See video below.

As an aside, I first read about this over at AfterEllen.com. The comments of the non-vegetarians on the blog were ridiculous. Exercises in self-delusion and rationalization. If you profess a love for dogs and/or cats but still eat meat, you are a hypocrite. Period. If you are a hypocrite in this manner, then don't try to explain it away. If you are uncomfortable being a hypocrite, stop eating meat or start eating dogs and cats in addition to the cows, pigs, and chickens you probably already consume. There is no difference between them.

The author of the blog post said she was of the "Meat is murder--tasty, tasty murder" school, which again seems ridiculous to me. If you believe killing animals for food is murder but eat meat anyway, you are selfish and self-absorbed. In addition to the fat, gristle, artificial hormones and other chemicals that are in every bite of dead flesh you put into your mouth, there is a lot of misery and suffering contained in that bit of muscle as well. I don't understand how a person's momentary culinary pleasure is worth more than the pain and fear of another sentient creature. Again, people of this school, kill and eat your dog because there is no tasty, tasty difference.


Anyway, the video:


PROOF that Sylvia Browne is a crackpot

Another day, another episode of Montel Williams. Sylvia Browne is on again and now I have proof that she has no idea what she's talking about. During the course of Sylvia shows, audience members pepper her with questions about their lives. One young woman stood up and asked Sylvia if she should attend graduate school. Sylvia said yes, and the woman asked in which subject she should get her degree. Sylvia simply said "writing." There. Proof that Sylvia is a crazy lady. No one should get a degree, let alone a Masters, in writing.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Why is it so hard to complain in SF?

Today I accompanied Discipulus Legis on a trip to her school on MUNI Bus #5. The driver pulled over a few feet from the stop, let everyone off, and sped away, completely blowing by an older woman in a wheelchair waiting at the stop. Yes, the woman looked a little homeless-y, but if she had proper fare, she should be let on like anyone else, especially because the bus was almost empty and there was ample room for a wheelchair.

I thought what the bus driver did pretty much sucked, so I took note of the bus number and surfed over to the SF MUNI web site when I got home to look for the complaint line. Well, there is no complaint line. You have to call 311, which you can't call if you have cell service with T-Mobile. And besides, does anyone really believe that 311 operators are dutifully reporting MUNI complaints to the MUNI personnel office? Yeah, right.

Today's event followed an incident two weeks ago where a DeSoto cab driver tried to claim that he didn't have $8 in change after Discipulus Legis and I tried to pay for a cab ride from Union Square to our place with a $20 bill. Again, I took down the number and visited sfgov.org looking for the taxi complaint line. Again, there was none.

Why is it so hard to complain properly in this city? In NYC, if a cab driver is being a jerk, it has the driver's name, the cab ID number, and the 800 number to call for complaints right there, clearly visible in the back seat.

Anyway, to the driver of MUNI bus #5624 this morning at 10:17 a.m., I hope you find yourself disabled and waiting for the bus, and I hope MUNI drivers pass you by and leave you stranded. Payback's a bitch, isn't it?

Monday, September 17, 2007

Meh. Looking for a job sucks.

Job hunting is demoralizing. Looking at pictures of cats is remoralizing, so pictured below is my and Discipulus Legis's kitteh acting too cool for school.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Coming of age in the city, Part II: The medical examiner

Following quick on the heels of the drive-by shooting from a few days ago, this evening I saw a City of San Francisco medical examiner van pull away from the apartment building next door. Earlier this evening, as Discipulus Legis and I were returning from dinner, we saw a police car with flashing lights parked near the corner. Later, we saw a fire truck pull up and paramedic-type individuals with medical gear milling about. They didn't seem to be in a big hurry though, and I thought it was strange there was no ambulance. I guess the medical examiner van explains all that. Another interesting day at the corner of Fulton and Steiner in SF.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Cute Overload commits act of extreme uncuteness

Normally, I am a huge fan of Cute Overload, a blog that chronicles cute animals from all over the world practicing the fine art of cuteness. Today, however, CO is on my PL (poop list). The title that CO choose for the picture at right is--and I quote, though it pains me greatly to do so--"A Pigeon finally does something good!"

Um, pigeons have been doing great things for a long time, like oh, I don't know, saving lives in wars. When's the last time a kitten did that?

In any case, in spite of CO's vulgar defamation, the story of the pigeon and the baby macaque is quite adorable. Read about it here.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Rest in peace, Alex the parrot

I have a soft spot for parrots (having taken care of one--or should I say, having been bossed around by one--for several years) so it made me sad to read that Alex, an African Gray parrot who was used in language research, was found dead on Monday at the age of 31. Dr. Irene Pepperberg bought Alex at a pet store and taught him how to count and identify different objects by color and size. Scientific American did a neat video segment on Alex a few years ago, but if you don't have Real player and refuse to download Windows Media Player (wise choice), here's an embeddable video of Alex from YouTube:





Poor little guy.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Daytime TV rots your brain

Seeing as how I am currently unemployed, I have the opportunity to watch a lot of daytime TV. Maury (trashy, yet not fake like Jerry) is my favorite secret guilty pleasure, followed by Montel (trashy, but with a veneer of respectability--except when Sylvia Browne is on), then the divorce court shows, and then the small claims court shows (not trashy enough with too much fake outrage from the "judges").

Anyway, the longer I go without working the more I find myself being drawn into the "career college" commercials they play continuously throughout the day. Maybe I would make a pretty darn good mechanic. Become a massage therapist? Hey, why not. It seems lucrative. Dental assisting? Seems more rewarding than being a freelance writer (which is like pulling teeth, but like pulling your own teeth... without Novacaine). What I truly wonder is if it's really as easy as the commercials make it out to be. Do these places really have lifetime job placement assistance? If they do, does it work? And, more importantly, why does "career services" at NYU's journalism department seem to consist of a few crappy web pages with broken links?

Monday, September 3, 2007

A masterpiece

Discipulus Legis bought me this from Urban Outfitters today. It's a small art piece by a woman named Kate Sutton. Buy yours today before they are sold out!

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Coming of age in the city: My first drive-by

At about 9:40 yesterday morning there was a drive-by shooting almost directly in front of my apartment building. I heard two very loud pops (gunshots don't sound like they do in the movies) and rushed to my open window to see what the heck was going on. There was some shouting followed by more shots in very quick succession. The San Francisco Chronicle's reporting on the incident seems pretty inaccurate. The victim that was shot did not run down Steiner to Grove Street. He was dropped right on the corner of Fulton and Steiner, as the fuzzy picture I took with my cell phone camera shows. The ambulance is on the corner, and the crowd that's gathered there is watching the paramedics put the guy on a board and put him in the ambulance.



For some reason, the focus of the SF Chronicle article is on SF Supervisor Ross Mirkarimi and how he supposedly swooped in from Grove Street and helped apprehend the suspects. (A post over at SFist.com goes ga-ga for this Mirkarimi-as-hero thing too). The claim seems pretty random to me, again since the incident did NOT occur on Grove Street. There were numerous people standing on the corner of Fulton and Steiner, including the people going in and out of Alamo Square Park (there are stairs leading up to the park on that corner), and plenty of witnesses who had a much better view than Mirkarimi (if he was jogging on Grove as claimed). Those people, who were truly in the crossfire zone and got a good look at everything that went on, are the true heroes of the story.

Anyway, it was a scary incident, and in all my years of urban living in a few different major cities, I've never experienced anything like it. The SFPD should have uniformed officers ALL OVER the streets in the Western Addition/Tenderloin areas. Say what you will about Giuliani, but his "broken windows" theory of policing works.

Here are more pictures:


Police cars on Fulton Street.


Always nice to see "POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS" on your sidewalk.


Cops process the suspects' vehicle on Fulton.


Cops on Fulton. I wonder if there are an equal number of cops on Grove Street... where nothing happened.


Cops rope off Fulton at Steiner.