San Francisco and New York are the two poles of complacent "superiority":---if there were a "Smug-Fest" they would be co-hosts. Tom Abate's "Boomerangers" introductory article spelled it out: People move here and live amongst us and then go off to "bigger and better" places and finally condescend to return.
We are attractive as charming local yokels who amuse them as objects but they don't need to pay attention because they know we are only "types" to be parodied. They will tell us about "Home Depot", "Trader Joe", "Peets Coffee", Pacifica Radio, KQED, as if they were missionaries in the 19th ce Congo bringing us "civilization". What a contrast between the "farmers market" at the San Francisco Ferry Building and our local farmers' markets! Over priced hype vs the real deal.
If only we had Bruce Anderson and the AVA!
Weekly detailed coverage of the Courthouse and the schools and the wine industry. Fully supported by subscribers instead of advertisers. Proud coverage of every local event--high school football, bake sales, all the little wonderful things that we all treasure here.
And a passing nod to the outside world beyond our happy region. Read the AVA and look at how to do it .
Tom---maybe you should start over and cover about ten small events--pretend you might like it and just record what you see and feel and not what you already know you see and feel. Go see My Fair Lady and meet Bob Wells. Come out to Petrolia for the next Cabaret at the Community Center (it includes a fashion show). Pretend you have something to learn---fake it, it's OK. Interview the MC, Doctor Dick--don't worry, he went to snob schools back East--but he got over it long ago.
Look at Counterpunch on line---millions of hits--quoted weekly on Amy Goodman--did you know it's created in Petrolia?
In two weeks you've lost most of your credibility but maybe you could eat some Humboldt Pie and recover.
Maybe we could introduce gambling in preschool.
Kids could wager graham crackers---fat kids would be "winners" and the thin kids could pout.
Gambling is amazing: no product, every "value" is negative, all the victims have that "deer in the headlight" look. I had occasion to wait for a friend in the Blue Lake casino parking lot and watched people walking in with bowed defeated postures while a flock of crows landed on the roof.
Would have liked to have heard a report on the
anti-meat demonstrators that picketed and demonstrated. How many?, any dialogue?, how was it received? And why isn't spending a half hour tasting a glass of wine "slow food"?
It's not quite like walking down the street with a giant cup of cola and sucking through a straw.
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In Print This Week:
Feb 23, 2017
vol XXVIII issue 8
Last Night at Roy's
The North Coast Journal
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