Something (maybe) like a war:

Am I the only person out there who took one look at this story about the supposed strife between webloggers pre and post September 11 and said “Say what?” I’ll admit I have about as much a finger on the pulse of weblogging as I do on say, the latest trends in railsplitting but,

PULLLLEEAASE.

Does this sound like another exercise in “everything was different after 9/11” horsecrap? Or the NYT engaged in its usual “We-don’t-really-understand-the-story-so-we’ll-phony-up-some-drama-for-it” nonsense? My vote is for both.

And yours?

Good ideas are contagious:

It appears as though blogroots, once it goes live this week, will indeed fufill the need I indicated earlier for some sort of repository for all that is being written about weblogs these days. We appear to have learned from the gold rush days of the web where no one kept historical records of anything and are now trying to piece that piece of our history together from shards and scraps. So bravo to those behind this project. I’m glad good ideas get spread around.

Bingo!

The thing I love about San Francisco is it’s loony interpretation of even the most Middle American of activities. Which is how I ended up playing bingo a few days ago, a game run by men dressed as nuns.

My lovely friend Dinah invited me to Ba Da Bingo, a monthly charitble fundraiser run by the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence a charitble and social justice group of, well, nuns in drag. There are a few female members, too, fabulous all the same. Dinah knows a sister in training which is how we got there. And when we weren’t whipping balled up bingo cards at each other, or watching those who mistakenly yell “bingo” when they don’t have it get paddled (yes paddled), or watching Gay Rodeo Cowboys get spanked, Dinah briefed me on the organization.

I was mighty impressed. A non-profit organization for over two decades, the Sisters has been a force of education, social activism and good deeds in this city since the late 1970’s. Last year alone, they sent a dozen students working for social change to college. This bingo game was a fundraiser for a friend of the organization who was getting evicted for having a dog to help him through a work-related injury.

Ba Da Bingo happens just about every month in the Castro neighborhood of San Francisco. Check it out. You’ll have the best water cooler story at work tomorrow. I guarentee it.

Rewind and start again:

What was the last movie you rewatched after not having seem it for a while? Did it hold up or seem silly, dated, whatever? Did you find yourself saying, “Yep, as good as I remember.” or saying “I used to like this?”

You tell me yours, I’ll tell ya mine. Hint: Chris Rock, as you never seen him before.

My how we’ve grown…

Okay I went to college with this guy. He thought my newspaper column was funny and I thought he was alright except for the deadly seriousness and naked ambition he applied to student politics. Now I get where all that energy went.

A little from Column A..

Spent the better part of this evening writing a column for Central Booking, which I said I was going to do when I woke up this morning. I love when I wake up and say “I’m gonna write today” and then actually do it. Makes me feel like I’m not a big stinky liar when someone asks “What do you do?” and I say “I’m a writer.”

So I’m proud of myself. Doesn’t happen all that often.