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California Dreaming
And it’s been a winter’s day all right!
In the past week, Boston got pounded by snow – twice – and then it rained for two days straight, rendering all surfaces impassable without employing some sort of improvised boot scootin’ boogie. Today we’re getting a bit of a reprieve with chilly sunshine before it starts snowing again tonight for another 8 inches or so. Fun, huh?
I doubt it will surprise anyone, then, that I’m dreaming of California, where the sun is shining and walking doesn’t require wearing those special ice pick shoes to keep from falling on one’s ass. It’s been in the 60′s in San Francisco and in Los Angeles it’s going to be in the high 70′s through the weekend and into next week. So what the hell am I doing here?
In Los Angeles tonight, my favorite columnist Mark Morford will be giving a reading from his book Daring Spectacle: Adventures in Deviant Journalism
And I’m not sure exactly what is going on in San Francisco, but I’m fairly certain that if I went for a walk on Crissy Field tomorrow, this is what I’d see:
Since this is a photo I actually took, of a spot where I actually have been, I can attest that the actuality of seeing this view is quite high.
Oh yes, I am dreaming of California in such a serious wayl
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I just love Mark Morford. He reminds me that the thing I am most thankful for this Thanksgiving is that I don’t have to get anywhere near an airport.
And for anyone who is enduring air travel this holiday, a bit of levity as you submit to TSA body searches:
Pink Buckets of Fried Chicken
In recent memory, I don’t think I’ve seen anything quite so cynical and hypocritical as this tidbit. The Susan G. Komen For the Cure has teamed up with Kentucky Fried Chicken to offer special pink buckets of fried chicken. ABC recently reported on “this unlikely partnership.”
And San Francisco Chronicle’s Mark Morford mentioned in a recent column:
It’s almost exactly like hawking a pack of pink Marlboros to promote lung cancer research. Fire your PR hack before everyone believes you really care about women about as much as KFC cares about chickens.
Um, duh!
Adventures in Deviant Journalism
For anyone who has known me long enough, or read this, or noticed the items that I tend to “like” on Facebook, or that he has his own tag in my cloud, then you get that I have a serious crush – intellectual and otherwise – on San Francisco Chronicle columnist Mark Morford. Understandably then, I am excited that his first, self-published book The Daring Spectacle is very nearly ready to land in my hot little hands.
I started reading Mark’s column when I lived in San Francisco, a place that fit me personality wise and felt like home. So it was fun to discover a columnist who, in a sense, embodied all of the things that I love about that city and wrote a weekly column that was so clever with words, so irreverent, so hilariously observant about the craziness that is life on our little part of this little planet. (Am I starting to sound like a rabid Robert Pattinson fan now? Sorry. I can’t help myself.) I’ve been reading ever since. The book is based on his columns that Mark Morford has written over the years.
The Daring Spectacle is award-winning San Francisco Chronicle/SFGate columnist and culture critic Mark Morford’s hilarious modern record of sex and media, politics and pop culture, love and lust, as told in 92 delectable parts — not including all the delicious photos and terrifying hate mail. TDS spans nearly a decade of Mark’s wildest, most popular columns, full of feral wordplay and liberal sorcery with an unexpected spiritual kick. There’s simply nothing else in modern media quite like it. Please undress accordingly.
The book is more than a reprint of his columns; it includes illustrations and commentary and a fun design and layout. You can find a host of interesting teasers about the book on The Daring Spectacle website. Like a list, in Mark Morford’s own words, of the book’s features that will make you laugh all by themselves. And a collection of quotes from people like Phil Bronstein, Dan Savage and Craig Newmark.
Trust me, Mark Morford will tickle your cosmic funny bone and you will find yourself laughing out loud, even if you are shaking your head.
You can pre-order The Daring Spectacle: Adventures in Deviant Journalism from Amazon.com
Does Mark Morford know that I’m out here shilling his book? No. Would I turn down a big thank you kiss? Not on your life.
The Zen of Super Bowl Watching
Whichever team has ball, root for them will all your heart & soul. Cheer and stomp and scream. When other team gets ball, switch and do the same for them. Turn off TV with 3 minutes left and game is tied. Go have sex.
Mark Morford via Facebook. I love this man.
I Heart Mark Morford
For any of you who haven’t figured it out yet, I have a serious thing for Mark Morford. His writing makes my toes curl the way my ex used to when – um, ahem, excuse me, never mind. What I was trying to emphasize is how spiritually and otherwise delicious is this columnist from my adopted home town San Francisco.
Do you know anyone else who writes with such candor about sex, God, Republicans, the human condition and every possible other thing? And who posts to Facebook the kinds of things that make you want to be able to lick the back of your scull and describe the way it tastes?
Deep breath, full moon, low howl, swallow whole. Call now and mention your hopeful longing and we’ll throw in a screaming possibility absolutely FREE.
Do yourself a great big favor and start reading Mark Morford’s column now and often. Expand your mind just a little bit to think the way he does. And if you are in San Francisco, take one of his yoga classes.
And seriously, don’t you just want to do this man?
My name is Angela Eloise and I am a freelance writer. That sounds as if I am copping to an addiction. I am. In addition to writing this blog, I also write a column about social media and I am at work on a series of essays that I hope to see in print some day. Cloud of Chaos was born from my desire to dance with the absurdity of life, to create a space where I could write and share all of the gorgeous, fun, snarky deliciousness I find spinning around me every day. What does a spinning cloud of chaos have to do with writing? Everything, as it turns out.
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