On Babel

On Babel

babel.jpgOnce upon a time all humans spoke the same language. Really. It says so in the Bible. But then humans transgressed and did something silly. They built this really tall tower and since God had told them not to build it, he had to punish them. Right? So He created many, many different languages, poof! so that people of the world could no longer understand each other. Within the context of that sorrowful story, the movie Babel more than earns its name. The angst and alienation created by the spiritual, political and linguistic dis-connect of today’s world is the film’s theme. Postmodern existentialism at its best. (more…)

Art Attack

Art Attack

Last night’s reception for the Intimate Landscape painting show and shelby.jpgLaura Parker’s “Taste of Place” soil installation – at UCSC Sesnon Gallery – brought out a fairly hefty contingent of Santa Cruz arts movers and shakers. Curated by Frank Galuszka and orchestrated by Sesnon director Shelby Graham (left), (more…)

Slacker-speak

“You guys – hey, you guys. Have a good one, guys.”

Language abuse in America is becoming more prominant than Nancy Pelosi’s bosom.
Either the revenge of machismo, or the triumph of feminism – it’s unclear which – the prevailing omni-use of “guys” to denote any collection of two or more humans is just plain out of control! (more…)

Postcards from the Food & Wine Trail

O’Mei Update: It’s true – no more lunch at O’Mei. Roger Grigsby, that maverick political hothead and tireless culinary tinkerer emailed me (and believe me an email from Grigsby is a lengthy affair) to say that things are going well now that he has discontinued lunches at the landmark restaurant. (more…)

La Posta: Second Visit

So I took Jack, who lived in Rome for a few years and is very picky about his wood-fired pizzas, over to La Posta for a light meal this week. We sat in the front in one of the deep windows that make La Posta such an architectural treat. (more…)

Stupid Restaurant Speak

1) “No Problem.”
“No problem,” says your server, when you request more bread. Well, thanks for the reassurance – that really takes a load off my mind. I’ve been sitting here consumed with anxiety over whether my requesting bread, or a refill of water, might cause you, the server, difficulties or emotional upset or something tantamount to a coronary. Whew! Is that a relief, just hearing you calm me down and offer the soothing benediction of your assurance that I have not ruined your day. (more…)