Painting Saul Bellow
Bellow is a cool observer, comfortable with himself, depicting his characters with sly perfection. His humility and I will never look like Lamberti with firm knuckles pressing the table and a look of executive determination. On the whole, it's very ...
Spanish title race: Sevilla 2-3 Real Madrid
Lionel Messi - and Luis Suarez - both decline the opportunity to net their hat-tricks, instead allowing the third leg of their goal-den tripod to stick his name on the scoresheet. Neymar confidently converts as Barca go five points clear at the top of ...
May 2, 2015
WEEI Fantasy Football Podcast NFL Draft Edition 2 - 4/29/15
The NFL Draft is just one day away, so Jim Hackett and Pete Davidson are here to serve with the 2nd in a series of “NFL Draft Related” podcasts to review the top talent in the key positions in this year's draft class. .. and I can take X. You know I ...
April 29, 2015
Gun Test: Ambush Firearms .300 Blackout
Before taking the top-down tour, some generalities: The .300 Blackout, also Topside you've got a whopping 15 level inches of T-marked Picatinny “rail estate” for mounting optics, lasers, hydraulic clam diggers etc., plus three more 3-inch modular ...
April 24, 2015
My (Almost) Life as a San Francisco Vibe Coordinator
In the army, I said, they had us do group activities such as close-quarters hand-to-hand combat training whereby we beat the shit out of each other; road marches that felt like prep for the Bataan Death March; and six-mile unit-formation runs at six o ...
March 18, 2015
CJ: Jason Matheson lands a big new assignment at Fox 9
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April 2, 2015
Musings: Michael Sam just isn't good enough to play in NFL next season
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March 23, 2015
Such were the seconds which followed the thin metallic thump of my envelope addressed to Saul Bellow as it briefly slid and fell to the bottom of my neighborhood mailbox. Years of musing about this letter culminated in writing it after reading an article in The New Yorker containing casual snippets of conversation with this writer whose work had become an integral part of my private self identification. If you’ve read Bellow, then you know his pulse is not tranquil, but I found an affirming familiarity in the rhythms and layers. Bellow’s narratives work through a lens that transports a reader from aerial views to molecular ones. Events are noted through vacillating long and short focus with sporadic chronology reverses which must be followed as if you’re being paid to tail him. I can only tell you that his meanderings through all these led me into the psyche of someone I wanted to be — or accompany while he was espousing worldly analysis with elegant clarity, enduring emotional torment, aiming for normalcy, being... Bellow is a cool observer, comfortable with himself, depicting his characters with sly perfection.
I didn’t know quite what to expect when I opened the box, for two reasons: First, I had no experience with, and was only vaguely aware of the existence of Ambush Arms. I sure didn’t know they are the sporting arms division of Daniel Defense. That would have at least rung some bells for me. I didn’t know much about the. Second, I decided not to do any research on the rifle before it arrived—particularly any reviews online—so my impressions would at least be fresh, unbiased and mine alone. It didn’t take much of a nudge for it to slip right off my Teflon-coated mind. I’m not much on “sporting arms,” unless you count combat as a sport. But not prepared for this: “Pretty” isn’t a word I would ordinarily use to describe firearms, but—this is one handsome rifle. Nice, clean lines, an uncluttered look of what you might call “intrinsic efficiency,” like a Los Angeles-class submarine. You may see it differently but remember, I’m more accustomed to working with firearms which resemble scrap iron mashed into sections of stovepipe, y’know. no gold-plated trigger or contrasting controls, but it’s just right—like the difference between a dude in a hand-tailored charcoal suit vs. some doofus in a cheap rented tux with a purple brocade cummerbund.
After a three-year absence, I returned to the Tenderloin a cliché, another down-and-out veteran with no job and nowhere to live. For work experience, I listed my military highlights: “Responsible for the accountability and maintenance of all assigned equipment,” Operation Iraqi Freedom veteran, and Army Commendation Medal. With my résumé complete, I went on Craigslist and scrolled through the admin/office jobs, applying to every single one. A lady said she liked my résumé and that her tech company was looking to hire a veteran for an open position, which she described as 30 hours per week of light office duties. The job title was “culture coordinator,” and they needed to hire someone ASAP because the incumbent was taking time off to go to art school. When she asked if I knew what a culture coordinator was, I told her no. She explained it was someone in charge of getting snacks for everyone, keeping the game room and lounge up to par, and scheduling company happy hours and other “super-fun team... In the army, I said, they had us do group activities such as close-quarters hand-to-hand combat training whereby we beat the shit out of each other. road marches that felt like prep for the Bataan Death March.