After the Dentist
brucine (broo'-seen), 1) n. Pharm., Chem. a bitter, poisonous alkaloid, C23H26N2O4, obtained from the nux vomica tree; 2) n. Bruce Bortin's 'low-impact' weblog
At the dentist office. For a repeat of this, with added drill'n'fill plus bonus hard radiation zipping through my head. Waiting to pay my bill. They don't make novocaine for that extraction. Feh.
Delivering a talk on how to deal with confrontaions with the cops. Now repeat after me:
Katya, who is, among other things, a Santa Cruz criminal lawyer, says she will give a 50% reduction in fees to any client that has these phrases tattooed on a visible part of their body at the time of their arrest.
Tom, Cathy & Mary dealing with the convergence of Capitalism and the other national pastime.
Oh, it's been so long since i did this weblog thing, I just wanted to put something up. so here's Ray and Pearl.
Buh.
I'll get back on track as soon as things settle out at work.
So I'm on my way to my second job interview at The Law Firm today, and on the way, at the corner of 14th & Broadway, there's this news team, a guy with a camera and a guy with a mic. The camera's on a tripod, and it's pointed at, well, nothing in particular so I ask the onscreen guy what's the story, and he says, "You," and proceeds to interview me about Ron Dellums, his upcoming run for mayor of Oakland, and by the way, what do I think about his recent non-affiliation from the democrats.
Wellsir. Normally I don't think I'd stand still for all that mishegas, but I guess that, what with being all pumped for the job interview, and gassed up on beta-blockers, I figured what the hell.
"I don't think that I much care about Ron Dellums no longer being associated with the Democratic Party. I've never had any brand loyalty to either party." Hah. It's supposed to be on the news at 10 tonight. We'll see.
After last night's storm, there was some puzzling stuff in the courtyard.
...at the pathetic Nomad Cafe. Gayle Lynne & the Hired Hands did a great gig, as always. But that place? Please.
Gayle, I've got a disk of photos for you.
On a mailtruck on Alice Street this morning. The lettering looked like it was painted on with chocolate pudding. Or Shinola. Not quite poo.