Archive for at around evening time



Not As I Do


h1 Posted 3 years ago at around evening time by oso

As if San Diego hasn’t gotten enough negative coverage in the major national press, today we were first column, front-page in the NY Times. A loony anti-immigrant, anti-government, anti-tax representative, Randy “Duke” Cunningham, pleaded guilty to tax evasion, conspiracy to commit bribery, wire fraud, and mail fraud. Grand total: at least 2.4 million dollars. What [...]

And the tin man say I don’t want to hear your voice


h1 Posted 3 years ago late at night by oso

Today is Sunday. Today is New York Times, two cups of joe, and a bran muffin Sunday. Today it is 75 degrees. Last night it was 51 degrees. Global Warming is so inconsistent.
Today I am thinking about Twisire Kitamula. She is 2. She is from Northwest Malawi. And a photograph of her covers a third [...]

Brother From Another Mother


h1 Posted 3 years ago in the wee hours by oso

Or “Notes for the Begininning of the 1,327th week of my life”.
How do I know that this is the beginning of the 1,327th day of my life you ask? Because Google Calculator tells me so. Really. Just go to Google and type in “how many weeks in X years.” From there it’s just a matter [...]

It’s wrong to wish on space hardware


h1 Posted 3 years ago around lunchtime by oso

I’m in an area of my gymnasium known as “the pit.” It is full of free weights; of dumbbells and barbells that go thump against the padded mats. Tattooed, young Asian-Americans and Eastern European graduate students grunt loudly on their ninth and tenth repetitions before dropping the weights to the floor in disgust. They rise [...]

‘Cause Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off


h1 Posted 3 years ago around lunchtime by abogado

Look it up. These are lyrics to a country song. The coffee shop that I frequent in Dupont is blaring non-stop country on satellite radio. I’m not one of those “anything but country” people. I am not opposed to bluegrass or Johnny Cash and I’ve probably been seen inadvertently toe-tapping to an occasional Garth Brooks [...]

Abogado and Oso: Original Gangsters


h1 Posted 3 years ago at around evening time by oso

Junior High “Graduation”, 1993, Anaheim, California

Even way down inside my toilet bowl They got away


h1 Posted 3 years ago late at night by oso

Thank you Eddie, EMC, Patti, Julissa, and Mariposatomica for commenting on yesterday’s post. If anyone else has anything else to say, I’d love to hear it.
Today is my little sister’s sweet 16th birthday. I won’t bore you with wordy, exaggerated reflection … I already subjected her to that this morning in a bday card turned [...]

Freedom is a Voice


h1 Posted 3 years ago in the early evening by oso

I said I would only post this month about Global Voices and my Reporting Across Cultures class. Here’s to that little practiced art (by me anyway) of keeping one’s word.
Last Sunday’s New York Times Magazine had a feature piece on Literary Darwinism. Most of the article dealt with how a small group of academics are [...]

Winning Notification


h1 Posted 3 years ago mid-morning by moreno

Look what I got in my email box today. I knew today was going to be a good day:
” ROYAL FOUNDATION INC.
INTERNATIONAL PROMOTION/PRIZE AWARD [...]

Of the San Francisco beat boys You were the favourite Now they sit and rattle their bones And think of their blood stoned days


h1 Posted 3 years ago in the late evening by oso

Look at all these people. All waiting for something to happen. And it never will.
That, or something close to it, was reportedly said by one Charles Bukowski as he walked by Caffe Trieste in San Francisco’s North Beach district. And he’s right. The beat generation is six feet deep and was long before Ginsberg, homo [...]