Month: October 2006

  • The Daily News



    1  A guy throwing pennies at Batman.

    2  Why do guys do that? Well, you know and I know that Batman will probably win that one in the long run. That's not the point anyway. I just don't understand guys who throw pennies.

    3  At 4:46 a.m. today the population of America officially hit 300,000,000. They're not sure who the guy was, but their best guess is that the guy was undoubtedly a Latino. 4:46. That killed me. Someone sat up all night figuring that out. In the year 2043, we will hit 400,000,000. We're not sure as to what race that guy will be. Hopefully the human race. Anyway, I know this because it is being reported in the news, as I compose these words.

    4  I'm not really sure as to WHO comes up with stuff like that, but I gotta tellya.

    5  It's pretty funny because last night I went to Joe's with Sunshine and Company, and at one point he turned to me and said, "30 billion pennies are thrown each year."

    6  I just stared. "Huh?"

    7  "Every year, 30 billion pennies are thrown," he mentioned once more, this time with the authority of a scholar from Yale. I was dumbfounded. I couldn't even comprehend a small stack of pennies, let alone 30 billion.



    8  "Where do you come across a statistic like that? I asked.

    9  "It was online. They know."

    10  "What pennies? Thrown where?"

    11  He responded, "You ever throw a penny?"

    12  I must say, he had me. Yes, I've thrown a few pennies in my day. Don't know why, really, but it certainly is something I've done more than once. You know, every now and again, you just throw a penny.

    13  How do "they" learn stuff like this?

    14  I just see things like that and decide that I don't think I ever want to be a "they".

    15  That's it.

    16  Short one today. I have to go out and catch people throwing quarters.

    17  This job works ya too hard.

    18  Nah, just kidding.

    19  30 billion.

    20  Peace.
     

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  • The Daily News





    1  So Freddy Fender walks into a bar...

    2  Well, podners, so it goes, so it goes.

    3  It's Spirit Week! Both YB AND EVHS are having their Homecoming this week, so hold onto your hats and streamers!

    4  YB begins today with the Sophomores doing Las Vegas! Tomorrow the Freshmen will follow with Super Heroes of YB. Wednesday the Juniors are going to bring Who You Going to Call? followed by Thursday the mighty Seniors throwing in a Road Trip Gone Wrong.

    5  At the Chill on the Hill,  EVHS is splitting all themes into games, so each class is a game, like Candyland, (Freshmen) Clue (Sophs!), Monopoly (Juniors, and I'm told the entire group was inspired by YB's Class of '07!), and the Seniors finish it up with Jumanji. They have lunch games and fun all week and then the whole school does a huge decoration thing on Friday, with different buildings getting decorated fully, and we have this HUGE "assembly" out on the football field, and lots of fun everywhere!

    6  I'm not allowed to call it a rally, however, so I won't.

    7  Their gym holds like 749 or something, so the assembly, which demands moving almost 2500 students to the football field, will be rather interesting.

    8  Well! I think that's enough of the school news! Let's see what's happening in the REAL world.

    9  (He reads. Earthquake in Hawaii. Ag crime. Wars. WAIT! Here's a fun tidbit...)

    10  And Now, Da News that fits: AOL just informed me that they took technology and found that George Washington no longer looks strikingly like like Barbara Bush, or even like a postage stamp.

     

    11  They have digitally re-done something or other to get a better idea of what Washington looked like, even though they had guys who could draw back in the day. As the Old Brown Shoe of journalistic photo scoops, I have the first digitally re-mastered pictures of George Washington, right here, right now on the good ol' DN!!! Pretty good lookin' fellow, he.

    So here, ladies and gents, for YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE, is the first digitally re-mastered new George. Any others you see on any other media you must file in your "BOGUS" file. Those are conterfeets, lemme just say. This guy here is the real deal. THIS, LADEEZ AND GENTS, IS THE DIGITALLY RE-MASTERED GEORGE WASHINGTON! SEE BELOW!

    Ol' Georgie was hot stuff back in the day, yeah?

    12  I know what you're thinkin'. He seems to have "bloomed". What do you expect from a
    kid who cut down a cherry tree? Hahahahahahaha!

    13  They actually worked off a drawing submitted by Paz Rocha when he was but a wee lad, before he became a big shot at Goon Zaga. Here is the drawing that experts recently found, and that they eventually digitally re-mastered for your viewing playzhure:



    14  I'm pretty sure Paz was a Senior when he did this piece, but please don't hold me to that.

    15  The original artwork they tried to use was this one:

    16  Word on the street is that Washington thought this painting a bit too swishy, and snapped his frilly hanky at the artist's booty. The artist responded with a roundhouse right to the nose, which clearly already was crooked enough,  and that he later stole George's hosiery before departing for the Pokonos.

    17  No pun intended.

    18  Anyway, I read that about George Washington.

    19  Moving on: I'm gonna step out of here for a second and go have dinner. I'm actually writing the DN early tonight so I won't be up until 2 a.m. and awakening at 5 a.m. I decided that's WAY too much like work, and I may just go to Hawaii for a Pineapple shake.

    20  M'bad.

    21  Wonderous, really. The DN. Just wonderous. Who writes this stuff anyway?

    22  I always claim that it ain't me. In my younger days, I used to get rip-roaring drunk and write this. I was convinced my mind was being taken over by Hemingway, or maybe Alfred E. Neuman, or even Moe. You really shouldn't drink. Turns you into a mindless breathy fit of toxic iodine and some phegmy bird flu. Hemingway spent the goodly part of his later life with Shoes-in-the-Dryer Head.

    Here is a rare picture of Alfred E. Neuman dressed
    like Heidi. Go figure.


    22 And  what do you MEAN "Which Moe?" There's only ONE Moe, just like there's only one Hemingway.

    23  And that is with all due respect to Simpson's fans. There is only one Moe, sorry folks. And he's the guy in the middle. Great picture of the Stooges, wouldn't you say?

    24  All right, I imagine I could see how you may have thought I was talking about the other Moe. And to be sure, either guy would have been involved in my mental state back in the goodly days of drunken idiocy. Here's the other Moe, just to give props where props must be given. This guy rules too!

    25  Ah, all Moes rule. That explains the popularity for...are you ready?

    26  MOETOWN!

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    GOOD LAWD WHAYA IS THIS HEADED???


    27  NOTE: The Mangagement of the DN is no longer responsible for anything heretofore written and  publication of this disclaimer removes the DN from any responsibility for any Monday morning mind turning to mush as a result of all this lunacy.


    28  Please enjoy your day. See ya Freddy. Maybe next time man.

    29  Piece. Have a pie.




    ~H~







     
      

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    1  Friday.

    2  No matter how hard I try, I still just love Fridays.

    3  Only on a Friday would I be reading an article about some knucklehead in Concord who, for whatever reason, got angered at some bikers and decided to drive right at them wielding a pool cue. He pulled up, got out of his car to do some lunatic thing or
    other, and instantly got hit by his own car, which he had left in reverse. It knocked him right into traffic, but fortunatly some of the bikers pulled him away, and he was okay. For the record, his name was Richard Brooks, and big Dick, really man, you gotta do somethingabout those anger-management issues. It isn't those bikers' faults that you hate your dad. True story.

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    4  Right after having written that last item, the television blasted the famous War song, Why Can't We Be Friends, a perfect segue and dovetail to the very Daily News. Fun coincidence. Read on.

    5  I love how things like that happen all the time.

    6  Last night, for example, I was flying around town with the wonderful YB student Drama directors, and someone pulled out this old CD I had made called H's mix, a lovely little bit of tunes I used to listen to in the Spring of '05. It is essentially songs that had defined the many wonderful hours I had spent with the Class of '05, and included a great segue (that's TWICE now!) from a live version of Fleetwood Mac's Landslide to a subtle delay, and then on to the quiet, lilting piano intro to Elton John's Your Song, which soon became the poetic anthem of all of us. Lovely song, soulful and meaningful. 

    7  I hadn't listened to it in quite a while, and it was a nice moment in the TOONDRA. Cam was there, and although she is Class of '07, there always has been a nice link between those two classes. Cam remembered all the lovely moments, and the piano swirled, and the song, as ever, made us all smile.

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    Trami, Ricardo, and Cam in
                              It's Our Town, Too from A Love Letter, Spring, '05
                                             
    8  I added a tidbit of fun to Cam, who had been in my official last show, A Love Letter. I told her the story of how the music that Maggie had set the scene she was in, It's Our Town, Too used the exact same music I had used in my second show ever, Our Town, and that the set-up scene was exactly the same way I had opened Our Town all those years ago.

    9  I told her that the music sounded instrumentally similar to Your Song because it was a rare rock instrumental that Elton John had made for a film called Friends, and that it was recorded at almost the same exact time Your Song was first released. I wanted it in A Love Letterbecause I had planted a million little things from my entire directing career into that show.

    10  I went on to tell her that for A Love Letter, I wanted that exact piece but that it was never made  into a CD.  I literally had to buy it at a used record store, record it at my parents' house on their old stereo,  take the tape to Maggie, who  turned it into a CD, the selfsame CD that  played on the sound master which was then
    mixed  brilliantly by Sparky. When I listened to it, I was amazed at the similarities of the tune to Your Song, especially the piano work.

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    11 So watching as Maggie set the scene up always brought me back to my first ever artistic success, and to my early days of directing with utmost delicacy and care. Our Town was a masterpiece at the time, well ahead of its time for a high school. It featured a tremendously complex use of sound effects, crickets, and subtle
    music to make a play into a lilting poem. And it worked, one of
    the greatest moments in my directing career. I felt it was a masterpiece of theatre. Still do. 

    12  Masterpiece. Self declared.

    13  Audiences were moved by the show, and it was a triumphant moment in my young directing career. And in my last real show, A Love Letter, it worked with yet new soul: the Your Song connection to all of it.

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    14  In many ways, that moment in A Love Letter was just a simple sort of letter to myself celebrating all the years I had spent directing. It was never intended as anything but a meaningful artistic gift, much the same as a painter feels towards his or her best painting, or a poet feels about a favorite poem. It probably sounds a bit indulgent to a reader, but secretly, that was what was happening. I was expressing myself artistically I imagine. It worked for me, and for me alone.

    15  Anyway, as we continued our drive in the TOONDRA the other day, Your Song kept playing, and the story was shared with Cam, and just as it ended, we went past a street called Shaffer. Listen:

    16  When I did Our Town so many years ago, it was my first show that had coincidences mounted on coincidences, and just two nights ago, Your Song played right after Landslide, and soon my thoughts raced back to Our Town, and then to '05. Just as the song ended, we flew past a street called Shaffer.

    17  Cam had played Emily in It's Our Town, Too. Back in my second show, my very beautiful Our Town, a girl named Marcy Shaffer played Emily Webb. Shaffer. Spelled just like the sign we flew past in the TOONDRA as Your Song came to it's lovely ending.

    18  It's a little bit funny.

    19  As I stated, there were several wonderfully amazing coincidences in Our Town, the first series in a career of coincidences that I now see as what Carl Jung called synchronicity, and which is simply miracles upon miracles that happen all around us.

    20  I'll leave it at that. Those who have experienced some of those miracles will get it, everyone else will probably blow it off, or just shake their heads about why I always think those sorts of things are such big deals.


    21  To me it's proof that something's out there, you know?

    22  Maybe it's just my sanity that's out there.

    23  But I can't really explain those things. You either get it or you don't.

    24  But no matter how you look at it, it's always a little bit funny.

    25  You may go now, in peace. Have a lovley weekend.
                      
                           


    finis.

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    ~H~




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    peace.

    1  Whew!

    2  Well, I figured yesterday's DN would ruffle a few feathers. Some people wrote positive responses, others weren't too pleased with some of my opinions, but keep in mind we area all different and entitled to our own opinions. I respect most as sincere and perhaps even researched, so thanks to everyone who put in a response.

    3  I'm not going to go on the DN to editorialize too much. It's more here to give y'all a morning chuckle, or a ponder. Occasionally I'll throw my opinions, which are ALWAYS right no matter what, into the mix, but it is rare. I wish to assure most of you that I consider myself a patriot, and I love my country, and I just get pissed when idiotic decisions get made.


     

    4  Anyway, that story about Student A came to a sweet conclusion yesterday. Communication happened on a number of levels, and by the end of the day, Student A was planning on bringing a Hip-Hop artist in to flow, and he was going to flow and make a campaign to bring that art to the school in a positive way, rather than protesting with rocks, fire and brimstone.

    5  The student wanted to tell the other students about his life, and how that one art helps him as well as an entire nation of others to express their feelings with power and emotion.

    Moving on:  The Drama students had pre-auditions for student directors yesterday at YB, and I descended from the Chill on the Hill to be with them for the first time in quite a while. I happened onto the YB campus, slid under the radar and shared some how-to's with the students attempting to keep the dream alive, as per their request.

    7  I stood amazed as I looked at how much they had done in terms of the Fall show. That isn't an easy task as a teacher and director, let alone as a self-sustaining student crew with no real help in the directing arena. Gotta be a challenge.

    8  Yesterday also saw a student from the Chill on the Hill unable to turn her French homework in because the night before she had spent  the evening previous at the Pink Floyd concert.


    9  I love when life does things like that, especially after the entire incident with Student A the day before. The entire incident involved us and them. And after all...

    10  She told me she wanted to explain to her teacher that she was going to do her French homework, but that Floyd decided to do the entire Dark Side, so all bets were off.

    11  Uh...Parley voo?


    12  Cafe au lait?

    13  I must be making some sort of inroads.

    14  I once heard Pink Floyd come out for a sound check and play My Sharona.
           
    15  In shorts.

    16  Some fun, no?

    18  My Sharona. Whatever you do, don't think of that tune today.
     
    19  Nasty little song, really!
     
    20  Parley voo indeed.
     
    21  Moving backward: So I just remembered one more thing that happened yesterday, and I need to put it down the list here because of computer freezer-fear. When I first got to YB yesterday, I had the pleasure of meeting Victoria Gleason, the new English teacher extraordinaire and new ATFNL advisor, so I basically was able to help two groups at once. This set the afternoon into a getting-home late mode.
     
    22  I talked at length about ATFNL, and some of the activities I had planned over the summer, none of which would work at this late date, but it was a very nice conversation. It delayed the Director auditions, which I had been requested to come down and sit in on.
     
    23  The evening wore on , and eventually we all went to get Pho.
     
    24  That's pronounced "faugh" but with a mini-syllable.  More at "fuh". It's this Vietnamese noodle soup that is the greatest comfort food on the planet. Anyway, as we were getting ready to leave, I got up, and it felt as though my toe had turned painful and was ready to fall off, like when you stub it on a cold day?
     
    25  Yeah.
     
    26  I got up and began to limp terribly. I sat back down worried, and Suny told me I might have diabetes. I got worried. and he told me that feet get injured and all when you have that. I got way worried, and as we walked out, the pain became excruciating. I told him that I had taught the word "gangrene" as a vocab word for a story my students were reading, and that I hoped my toe hadn't gotten some disease and was dying on me.
     
    27  It was HARRRRRIBLE.
     
    28  Before I got into the TOOONDRA, I decided to take my shoe off and look. I expected it to be yellow or something. Instead, I found that the tiny hole I had in my sock in the morning had expanded to around two inches, and four of my toes were trapped, like a freshman pilgrim in stocks. The edge of the sock was cutting into my pinky.
     
    29  Everyone exploded into laughter, including myself. I tried to explain that when I was at YB I never knew when I would have to go into an Asian home, so I ALWAYS wore clean, new socks, but that now that I don't hang with students ever, I thought it okay to leave a little air now and again.
     
    30  Well, it's getting late here, so I just thought I'd share that one little tidbit before all of us go off to whatever we do each day.
     
    31  So you know, I'm healthy, and my pinky has returned to full color, and it looks like I'll live to see another day.
     
    32  Love life.
     
    33  Have a great day.
     
    34  Peace.
     
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    "The best thing about the future is that it
    only comes one day at a time."

    --Abraham Lincoln

    1  Correction: it comes only one day at a time, Abie baby.Get your grammar proper.

    2  But it's all right. It's a great quote anyway.

    3  Last night I spent much of the evening ranting and raving in the DN about how I have made a career out of fighting for people's rights and speaking the truth any time I felt I was right and the other guy was wrong.

    4  I have protested wars, gotten recruiters off campus, brought in the San Jose Peace Center, fought for the environment, stood up for the rights to free speech when the District tried to muzzle the students, teachers, press, etc. during the YB protest of two years ago.

    5  Enough of that. Bottom line is that I've always felt it okay to speak my own mind, whether people agree or disagree with me, and I would stand in front of a thousand people and defend that right.

    6  I would also speak up when I would see students being treated without respect or with their rights being muzzled.

    7  So last night I wrote and wrote and wrote about what a swell, patriotic guy I  am and always have been.

    8  Argh. Who wants to hear some guy doing that?

    9  So I'll shorten it. Bottom line is that I have always been unafraid to speak my mind, many times when others would be afraid.

    10  Yesterday I found myself in a peculiar situation. As a person now closer to management than to the student body, I realize issues that come in from the other side.

    11  CASE STUDY: Student A is a passionate, fight-for-what's right student. He clearly has anger and passion, but also a degree of sincerity. He constantly questions authority and wants answers to why things have to be the way they want to be. The other day he approached an administrator about having a huge meeting at school. For the record, it was a Hip-Hop meeting. He wanted it in the school's Theatre, and as a former director, I knew instantly it was a facilities issue. As an Activities Director, I knew it was a charter and supervision issue. There IS no chartered Hip-Hop club at the school, but there IS a Hip-Hop nation, sort of like the Raider Nation. They aren't the Raider's chartered Booster Club, but they are a presence.

    12  He approached the Associate Principal with his meeting idea, and she instantly saw it as more than just a meeting, that a lunch time school event was in the works and told him he needed the approval of the Drama director, as well as an advisor. As of this writing she has no idea that the club isn't even a chartered school club. So she basically told him no, not until the Drama guy says yes. As a former Theatre director, I appreciated her respecting the facility. Make sense? See the irony unfolding?

    13  Well, the fellow got the Drama director's approval and support, and during the morning announcements, which pass through MY office, he grabbed the mic (I had a class) and announced that the meeting was definitely on! The challenge was that he never approved the announcement NOT did he inform any of us that it was okay to proceed.

    14  Within seconds the Principal, in a panic, called the Associate Principal, who was away, and told her. She called me and told me to talk to the student, and if I wanted, to cancel that announcement, which I instantly did, since it never came across my desk for approval, which is the school policy.

    15  Okay, that's basically it. Of course, the ASB President showed up instantly, pissed beyond belief, but I too was pissed because I felt they were trying to bulldoze something past me, making ME look like I had no control over the bulletin, the students, etc. They felt it was a freedom of speech/expression issue, and I just thought it was outrageous that they tried to fly under the radar and do whatever they wanted. I was firm and fair, informing them that I absolutely believe they had the right to assemble and to proceed with their love of an amazing art form. But I also told them that everything that goes onto the bulletin and everything involving school activities must first go across my desk. I was firm, and told them that I was originally going to suspend the student who grabbed the mic without any form of approval.

    16  They were kind, polite, and understood that they had put me in a very ugly situation, when all they needed was a nod from the Associate Principal, and then from me. Clearly they took the path of least resistence and avoided both. Sounds like something I would have done!

    17 Well, word never got back to the original student who did the bulletin, and he bounced into my office and asked if he could announce the Hip-Hop meeting was back on. I said, "Not until I get official word from the Associate Principal. It's procedure." He left, and the next thing I know, he's in front of the Theatre working a Hip-Hop crowd saying things like, "THEY'LL NEVER STOP US! WE WILL BE HEARD!" etc. or words to that effect.

    18  

    "I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."

    --Voltaire

    19  I went on my e-mail not knowing ANY of that was going on, and had an e-mail from the Drama teacher. It said essentially that he fully supports the meeting and that it is okay to have it.

    20  Bottabing.

    21  I was essentially just trying to get supervision for Friday night's football game when all this hit the fan. My feeling was that they had every right to do all that, but I just wanted to know what it was about before approving it, because it might need some security in the event of words, and of fights. Safety issue, not rights issue.

    22  Fortunately, the student who led the protest came in to my office later in the day and explained that he WAS upset, heated, and passionate for his art. I assured him that I have worked with Hip-Hop groups over the years and have had GREAT experiences with them, and that I even jammed with them on stage at YB. I told him that as a musician, I appreciate all forms of music, and that it was the procedure that I was upset about, that ultimately the buck stopped at my door. I can't allow the students to believe that the tail wags the dog. I need to be firm and let them know that there are procedures in place.

    23  He understood, asked if I could step in and mediate on behalf of the students, and I told him yes, I would try, but I also don't want to come back looking like a hypocrite.

    24  And he left.

    25  A part of me thought, "Yeesh! The Administration I have built trust with is going to see this as students trying to run all over me and take advantage of me. But the students are going to see this as me being controlled by management, and the Man, and that I'm just all talk."

    26 

    "The first 90 percent of a project takes 90 percent of the time. The last 10 percent takes the other 90 percent of the time."

    --Anonymous

    27  My world and welcome to it.

    28  Great issues, and amazing perspective from a down-home radical. The issues in this DN have irony and humor and a lot of "what-goes-around-comes-around" do them. I'm knee-deep in a cosmic joke.

    29  My solution is going to be working with facts and with level heads. When all are stubborn, the fire will roar. Putting out fires is the first mission of anybody trying to run a smooth ship.

    30  Ya gotta love it.

    31  Wish me luck.

    32  I'll report back.

    33  Peace.

    ~H~

     

     

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  •  zen pumpkin 1 bw peace at last window 

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    1   For whatever reason, I gotta love when people who work in stores feel free to share their opinions about customers who just left. I always feel that they somehow know they can trust me. It's sorta like I'm privy to insider information.

    2  Last night, for example, I was at a store that shall remain nameless, waiting in line. There was some sort of commotion going on in front of me, but I got into a Zen thing.

    3  I'm not sure exactly what a Zen thing IS, but it has something to do with getting into a zone.

    4  So whatever was going on in front of me, my mind replaced it with visions of pumpkin fields in Half Moon Bay, and of soaring along the coast in the TOOONDRA, windows down, radio up, pedal to the ground, flying past antique shops, cafes, and ice cream parlours.

    zen pumpklin festival hmb


    5  I even bobbed my head slightly to Coldplay's Moses, one of the worst images in the history of love songs, but a great song nevertheless.

    Like Moses power over sea, so you've got power over me...

    6   Hard not to picture an old guy with fierce eyebrows, threatening weather, and a cane. Still, I imagine it's about the fierce power of love, so I guess it sorta works. But I digress.

    7  All that was swirling through my daydreams when some sort of huff tok place, and the customer in front of me took off in one.

    8  A huff. You know, like when someone leaves "in a huff"?

    9  Well, I was still in the lyrical Zen state anyway because that's just the way my head works. Once it goes Zen, it hangs there for hours, and sometimes even days on end.
                                                          zen shadow
    10  I put  my items on the counter and the clerk looked off. There was clearly unfinished business. Suddenly, he uttered just loud enough so I could hear him, "F@#KIN' A$$#*LE!!
    MUTHAF@#&ER! PIECE OF S#!T SHOULD DIE!!!" He trned to me. "You SEE that F@#KER, man?"

    11 

    12  "Uh...yeah. I just want this stuff."

    13  "PIECE OF F@#KING S#!T...!"

    14 

    15  "Anything else man?"

    16  "Uh..no, no thanks, you've been great."

    17  "Yeah well drive safe now."

    18   Now...let me ask you. Was I correct in assuming that was NOT the time for me to say,
    "safely"?

    19  Well, that happened late. On the way home I just sort of goofed on how that guy somehow KNEW I was a person to be trusted, and a person with whom he could share his disdain for that customer.

    20  In a funny sorta way, I felt honored. I then goofed on Moses, no apparent reason. This guy just doesn't belong in a love song, I'm sorry.

        zen moses dore

    21  Of course by the time I got home I just goofed on what a great scene that entire episode with that clerk would make in a play or a movie. There probably already IS one, but if there isn't, well then there ought to be. 

    22  Every single day is an adventure I tellya.

    23  You got to have life to love life, and you got to love life to have life. Thornton Wilder ripped that one from somewhere, probably Spoon River Anthology.

    24  Ain't it the Truth.

    25  Love life today.

    26  Every day is a story.

    27  Let it write itself, and enjoy the ride.

    28  Peace.
                                                 

                                                 ants biplane

     

    ~H~







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    Both these Bums is OUTTA HERE!

    1  Ya gotta love the Yankees AND the Dodgers getting outta here on the same day! Ya just gotta.

    2   A's fans, it looks like the real deal to me. GO A'S!
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    3   And Niner fans, you just may have something to look forward to in the coming years.

    4   And Raider fans, nothing like a fluke to get your team on the wrong end of the score. But fear not, your guys looked better than they have anyway. At least that.

    5  Ah, good ol' sports.

    6  Sunday, lovely Sunday. It was great having a nice day with nothing going on. I could be mistaken, but I think it's the very first I've had since this madness flew at me right after I went to Mars.

    7  My vision has gone from normal to prism, splitting eveything I look at into a multitude of colors, some so numerous it feels overwhelming. 

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    8  Overall, it's just an amazing time. Zany. Like sneezing into soapflakes.

    9  That's not me, that's Vonnegut.

    10  He said that about madness. As I recall, his son Mark went a few rounds with madness, and when he recovered, reported that to his dad, that madness is like sneezing into soapflakes.

    11  Well, I imagine. I imagine.

    12  In some ways it's really all just like honking a clown's nose when you put it in perspective with  North Korea blowing up nukes, or of Iraq slinging bullets and bombs at anyone and anything. Or the entire salad conspiracy. Suddenly, we can't have spinach OR lettuce.

    13  So that does it. I'm just going to keep my nose to the grindstone of trying to juggle bowling balls while balanced on a Piilates ball, all the time tossing sharp mixed metaphors at my volunteers and various loonies. The circus act and clown noses are a lot more fun than worrying about salads, bullets, shrapnel, nukes, spinach and such.

    14  I KNEW there was a reason to eat hot Cheetos and to guzzle dented cans of Pepsi. Heck, you can get hit on the nose by an ICBM, just like that! And poof! Where are ya then?

    15  Speaking of clowns, Arnold and what's his face, Dennis-the-Menace's father just had a debate, and that guy started turning all red and showing us what a strong fellow he is. If only the REAL Dennis-the-Menace's father were running...

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    16  I imagine.

    17  Yep.

    18  Oh, I imagine.

    19  It's really sort of funny sitting back and watching all the insanity going on all around. It's like I just look up from what I'm doing, whatever that might be, and listen for a sec, and then put my nose back into my work. And then I prism once more. It's really quite cosmic.

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    20  I mean, I'm really too busy to worry about spinach and nukes and Arnold and Dennis-the_Menace, or even his goofy-looking dad running for governor. I have my deadlines, and they just won't go away.

    21  Why, I need to get the DN out by tomorrow morning at 5 a.m. for one thing, or something fierce might happen.

    22  So I'd love to stay and chat about Monday and about lettuce or spinach or about getting hit in the nose by ICBM's, or even about clown noses, but life is just too busy and serious for me even to look up. Honk.

    23  So sports fans, you all take it easy and don't pay any attention to any of this nonsense.

    24  It too shall pass.

    25  I'm busy. See ya Tuesday.

    26  Peace.


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    "You'll excuse me, gentlemen. Your job is politics,
    Mine is running a saloon."
                                                     --Humphrey Bogart, Casablanca

    1  Ain't it the Truth.

    2  Ya gotta love Fridays.

    3  First things first. Last night, Trinh, Suny, and  Cam walked right in to the School Site Council meeting and walked out with $500 for the Drama Workshop.

    4  They are doing it on their own.

    5  They were told before the meeting even started that the Council supports their plan to keep that tradition going at YB. People like Mary Ann Haggerty, John Mora, Janine Epstein,  and Blanca Espinosa all stepped up and offered this amazing group of students all the support they could give. Give new music teacher Mr. Paul Zawilski a lot of credit as well. Thanks to everybody for an amazing statement.

    6  And if I may: there are times in this life when you become so proud of someone it's almost undescribable. When Trinh told me that, I was on my way down from the Chill on the HIll, so exhausted from lack of sleep I thought I was going to float over the city.

    7  To say I was moved is an understatement. Ya gotta have heart...

    8  No matter what else, those students have made a statement, loud and clear. So did the staff, and so did the School Site Council. And the students did this all on their own, by moving from resource to resource.

    9  As the flounder of the YB Drama Workshop, and perhaps as the key representative of everyone who ever loved the Workshop, I wish to tip my hat to the students who had the faith to go ahead despite all odds.

    10  You have already received a standing ovation from  everyone who ever stood on the boards of that stage, and that includes the ghosts.

    11  All a friend can say is thanks. And we are all very proud of you. I am amazed and know not what to say.

    12  Moving on: I have learned some things about life in the past six weeks. Okay, so next week marks the first grading period, but make no mistake, with the school year  now one-sixth over, I've learned a few Absolute Truths:

    13  Given a computer, it will freeze right when you need it most.

    14  If you need a pen really fast, you will suddenly not have one.

    15  There is a way to rid your life of ants.

    16  Some people were never meant to wear a tie. I'm one of them.

    17  AOL sucks.

    18  Some people were meant to wear hats and sunglasses. I'm one of them.

    19  A whole bunch of people should never, ever show midriff nor wear Spandex.

    20  Given a boss, and given a secretary, the secretary is always going to be smarter.

    21  Most people hear only what they want to hear.

    22  There are crooks. Watch your wallet.

    23  Given a horse and given a bar, the horse just might walk into the bar.

    24  Casablanca is the greatest movie ever made.

    25  As classy as people appear, they still stick gum under tabletops. Watch your pants.

    26  Ya gotta love the Daily News.

    27  Ya gotta love Fridays.

    28  Keep it short.

    29   Have a beautiful weekend everybody.

    30  Peace.

                                                                           

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     Hey kids! It's time for
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    1  Haha!

    2  Part of the fun of writing this rag is finding some of those great pictures.I'll spend hours and suddenly find one that will knock me out. Like Beth Kilduff and I were goofing off at some convention a few weeks ago, and she took the above picture. She sent it over the internet just today. I gotta love it!
     
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    "...as a reporter you are an amateur.If you think you've become a professional, that you can teach lessons to the generals, you can teach lessons to the presidents, you can teach lessons to the museum directors, the chefs, you're in trouble."

    ---The late, great Johnny Apple, who walked into a bar yesterday



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    4  Aye, Johnny, we hardly knew ye...

    Moving on, part II: So a horse walks into a bar...

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    6   Bartender says, "Why the long face?"

    7  Thanks on this pic goes out to my goodly friend and confidant, Nathan. There's more to the article, but this actually happened in England. A bunch of blokes were throwing down some frothy beers when this horse just walked in...just like that.

    7  "Oats over,stat, barkeep!" quoth the horse.

    8  "We don't git too many critters in here ya know" quoth the bartender.

    9  "And you won't get many more at these prices!" quoth the horse. (rim shot). And out the doors he walked.
    10  And what did the Raven say?

    11  Quoth the Raven,"CAWWWWWW!!!!!"

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    12 Moving on, part  III: Know what's great? Watching all those moralists in Washington ganging up on some idiotic schlepp. I say that they just open up all their own e-mails and cookies and lay them all out there for the world to see how totally clean and moral they all are. Self righteousness should be made public, don't you think?

    2  Harper Valley dude, I swear. Harper Valley.

    3  Old brown shoe reference to a dandy old song, that.

    Moving on, part IV: It's a ton of fun to be doing the DN a lot quicker than I used to, which means that the editing is not quite up to snuff. I keep seeing things like the word "could" being spelled "coud" and things. I always catch the stuff AFTER I've sent it off to digital parts unknown, but by then it's too late.

    5  It's funny, because last year I would be up 'til all hours checking spelling, grammar, and all that rootin' tootin' correctness stuff, and I would STILL find blantint misplaced modz, gros mispelings, and idotic syntax, whatever that is.

    6  And this year, I'm just ripping through these things a lot faster, but consquently, more mistakes fly off the page and punch everynoe in the i's.

    7  See?

    8  And no matter what, it just seems to happne.

    9  But come on! I actually DO know which "there" is correct and all. I think. Let's see...there's there, and then there's they're, and then there's their and then...

    10  This year I've been staying up just as late and getting up almost an hour-and-a half earlier AND putting up with a puter that loves to suddenly stop on you at around 1:30 a.m.

    11  Last night I began at around 11, and this is all I got out of it, because the system kept throwing up hour glasses and arrows, which just kept spinning and spinning and spinning.
     
    12  So I think I'll just beat a hasty retreat here. I had LOTS to report, but WAY too much waiting last night, for my money.
     
    13  Thanks for reading; keep comin' back, there's always something in the DN worth fighting for.
     
    14  Anyway, I spent forever on this one, and good LAWDEEE! Who knew? Ah, it's a lot of fun anyway!
     
    15  I just needed to get some shut eye, so here goes my gift
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    16  You know when you get some last minute cheap-ass gift for someone even though you shopped for them for a million gajillion hours? You guys get gift wrap today. Haha!  Let's hear it for the Dollar Tree!

    17  I'm out.

    18  Peace.

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    1  Go A's!

    2  Hey, I KNOW I'm a Giants' fan, meat! But you go with the Bay Area team no matter what, unless YOUR team is pitted against theirs, in which case, an earthquake usually ensues and we all just thank JAY-zuss that we're just walkin' around.

    3  Gotta love it.

    4  So let's see...hmmm.

    5  I rollicked through the Merc News yesterday for inspiration, but really, not much going on these days. Well, five weeks prior to election day should amount to something, but the sad fact is that Phil Angelides looks like the classic 90-pound weakling who spent a goodly part of his youth having sand kicked in his face by the Schwarzeneggers of the world.



    6  I could picture Ahnold looking up over his massles, screaming down to Lil' Phil, "HAH HAVH SOME SAHND, MAC!"

     


    7  And then walking off with two empty-headed bikini babes on each arm tossing Angelides a couple of bucks for his trouble, and Lil' Phil looking up defeated, deflated, but with a vow of vengeance some day...


    8  I remember seeing this old comic book that had an entire page devoted to that concept. I remember it was called THE INSULT THAT MADE A MAN OUT OF "MAC".

    9  Well lo and behold! Last night I stumbled across a picture of that ad, and I just laughed. It's a bit scratchy, but here ya go. It's just grand! Don't even try to read the bubbles, try as I may, I couldn't make them work. But the pictures are priceless. I love the change that makes a man out of "Mac".



    10  Wouldn't it be cool if AHNOLD somehow, through his macho behavior, suddenly inspired Lil' Phil to make a MAN out of himself? It'd be hilarious, and if I had photoshop, I'd show you, but really, as always this year, I'm in a race to get the DN done before my computer freezes. But imagine Lil' Phil with huge massles, and you get the visual.

    11 Moving on: I went down to YB last night to help the Pigeon Players move their stuff out. Very strange. The Theatre was wide open because Rooney's picture d00ds were there, as was good ol' Evelyn Te, a dear friend from a few years back. She went through a bout of health concerns and seems to be recovering pretty healthily. Her operations have cost her up to $100,000. I'd love to offer some help, but before I go announcing anything, I'm going to contact her and see how to arrange that.

    12  She had a stout bout of cancer a few years back. I don't know if I'm at liberty to go announcing that to the masses out there, but I'm pretty sure it's known. Well, she looked and felt great last night, so if you know Evelyn, it's perfectly okay to throw out a prayer for her. She seems to be doing fine, but could certainly use some financial help.

    13  Anyway, she was working for Rooney's and will probably be at YB for the rest of the week, so I may get over to talk with her again.

    14  Anyway, after we got all the props and stuff assembled, a caravan of cars drove out of YB, almost like a funeral procession without all the morbididy. We soldiered along Tully Road and ended at Public Storage, where helmets, model set designs, flowers, and set pieces were placed in storage.

    15  We all exchanged good lucks and all, gave a few night hugs, and went our separate ways. I had to head back to the Theatre. Evelyn and Rooney's had all their stuff packed, and after a little more nice seein' ya agin's, left, leaving me alone in the Theatre for the first time since it all came crashing down.

    16  And I felt nothing.
     
    17  It was weird turning each light off though. It felt sort of like the final episode of Friends.  Of course I felt something but it disappeared rather quickly. LOTS of memories, but the sort of 
    memories peope mention when they talk of their entire lives flashing in a few seconds when they have had near-death experiences. It happened, and then it was over.



    17  Seconds later I was on the freeway headed home.

    18  Still, it was sort of weird. But honestly, I would have thought I would have had a complete and total collapse. And I felt nothing.

    19  Too late to bother with all of that tonight.

    20  All in all, I had an awesome day yesterday. I won't bore you with all of that right now. I just sort of felt a bit like "Mac".

    21 

    22  That's it. Think I'll just drift off today. I'm beat.

    23  Have an awesome day today. Bring an umbrella.
     
    24  Peace. Go A's

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