Guardian endorsement interviews are, well, unusual: We bring in candidates for office, set aside as much as an hour or more, and quiz them about local issues. Sometimes we argue; sometimes the candidates yell at us. Nobody pulls any punches. Read more »
leave it to Wonkette to demonstrate why the terrorists who were going to blow up a plane with carry-on liquids were pretty bogus threats. At least one expert points out that it's almost impossible to mix a bomb out of ordinary materials in an aircraft loo.
Mayor Gavin Newsom and the San Francisco Public Utilities Commission are interested in pursuing tidal energy off the Godlen Gate. This is an excellent development, something that Matt Gonzalez pushed for when he was running for mayor. Read more »
The Police Commission held a long, long closed session tonight, and I'm sure they were discussing the big issue of the day -- the California Supreme Court decision that the cops insist makes all cases of discipline against peace officers totally secret.
I have no idea how the behind-closed-doors discussion went -- but I do know that Commission vice-president David Campos, who is acting as a courageous champion of public access here, told me several days ago that he was going to push his colleague Read more »
None of the candidates for public office this year can beat the performance of a 2004 supervisorial hopeful who showed up at the Guardian office for an endorsement interview with a completely spaced-out homeless friend in tow. The candidate was talking rapid-fire for an hour, shifting effortlessly back and forth from his history as a welfare recipient turned bartender turned subject of a drug bust turned successful businessperson to his suggestions for public policy and proposals for improving the neighborhood. Read more »
When I was in college, my friend Dave formed a group called Rastifarians for an Inherited Papacy. (Think about it -- Pope. Kids. Sex. Female heirs. As we said back then, Whoa ...) That pretty much reflected my views on the institution of the Papacy.
Even the good nuns and priests at my Catholic middle school couldn't convince me of the Pope thing; I've never been much for humans who claim to hear the exclusive word of God. I had plenty of problems with JPII.
My mom and dad never wanted me to play Little League baseball, and they were very clear about the reasons: They didn't want to deal with the other parents. Me, I'm glad my kids are in a local soccer league. I'm the team dad for the Pumas (Go Pumas!); we have a great coach and great kids and parents, we don't keep score at the games, and nobody takes it too seriously as long as the kids are having fun. The main job of the team dad is to make sure there's an adequate snack for halftime at every game. Read more »
I was six when they assassinated John F. Kennedy. It was warm and sunny in Dallas, but I remember the cold and snow in Rochester, NY. We were visiting my grandparents; I was walking with my mother to the grocery store when a guy driving by shouted the news out of his car window: "Did ya hear about the president? He was just shot." We turned around and raced back to listen to the radio.
For the next few hours, the grown-ups in the big, roomy apartment were distracted, sort of shell-shocked. Read more »