The Mustard Tiger

I spent the past weekend in the city patronizing the San Francisco International Film Festival. One of its featured sponsors was Canada. Yes, the country.

I've attended film festivals all over North America, and for the first time, I (uncomfortably) witnessed audience members turn a Q&A session into a hostile town hall meeting on the political agenda and legitimacy of a filmmaker.

For some reason, behind the Orpheum Theatre is a statue of Simón Bolívar.

Inside the Powell Street BART station, I passed a homeless man with a cigar in his mouth.

On the escalator down to the train platform, I saw a man sitting a few steps below me. I assumed his legs were tired, but he didn't rise before the escalator ended and ended up jolting drunkenly awake and performing a little slapstick routine for bystanders while trying to stand up.

On the train, an ad for a 93.3 La Raza informed me that La Cucuy begins his morning show at 4:00 a.m. What must his bedtime be? 7:00 p.m.?


While I was away:
microsoft in talks to buy yahoo! for $50 billion
photoshop phriday: grindhouse movie posters for popular cinema
ann coulter and ted nugent rage against rage against the machine on hannity and colmes
two republican white house veterans launched a conservative alternative to "liberally-biased" youtube


And on Degrassi last night… Alex became a stripper!

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