What happens when you put a gangster on the run into a small Norwegian village?
Ramblings while on a slow suburban death.
Month: February 2014
Bertha, the craziest friend from my childhood, once introduced me to Tanya, the only child of a very wealthy lawyer couple that had an apartment in a Pacific Heights skyrise and a home in Atherton. Tanya walked around clutching Bay City Roller albums and had sewn plaid onto the bottom hems of her flooded semi-bell bottom pants. She was the first autograph chaser of my acquaintance, and her quiet demeanor hid a rather crafty streak that plotted out times, dates and ways to meet her favorite teeny-bopper idol. Tanya was also skilled at meeting other teenaged autograph hunters, and they would plot their strategy to recognize and corner a famous person. Her plans, of course, always worked.
Not all ghosts are created equal. Or, at least, the French variety seems to offer so much more than your standard house possession. French comedy “Poltergay” mixes scary and stylish, but American audience will never know unless you buy the PAL2 DVD, which will not play on your standard machine. So meanwhile, enjoy this …
It’s bad enough that moguls are bad for your knees, right?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5P6EN4xg6qY Original music from “War of the Gargantuas”. It might have made for a better ending if she ended up being a bit of makizushi…
This is something every SF Giants and SF 49ers fan has been asking for the past 4-5 years, although I’m not sure if Amy G…
There are very few childhood memories of my father, a man who was already rushing towards old age by the time I was born. At 50, he was already overweight, working the graveyard shift at the old Joseph Magnin department store in San Francisco. He was always asleep by the time I got home from school, and I was ready for bed by the time he was getting ready for work.