The Passion of the Zealot, Pt. II/Politics in North Beach
This is a glorious day. The Fix is back.
Monday, Wednesday and Friday to me are the best days of the week. I can come in to work (I get in an hour before everyone else), drink my coffee and read The Morning Fix (linked down below on the left). The Fix is written by Mark Morford, a witty and irreverant San Francisco writer, with whom I'm loosely linked. No, I don't know him at all. My sister-in-law, who I live downstairs from and spend a good portion of my non-working time with, works with his girlfriend. What's that? Two degrees? Not bad...
The Fix is just about the only this worth reading on SF Gate, the online edition of our daily news publication, the San Francisco Chronicle. But for the past month, it's been MIA. Now, I've had the inside dirt about how and why, but I don't think that I can really say it here. Let's just say that journalistic/media censorship has been a real problem in the past few months.
Anyway, today was about The Passion of the Christ. My favorite. Check it out, and you'll see why I didn't go and see it for myself.
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I saw Mayor Newsom at dinner last night in North Beach. For all of my "looks don't mean a thing" talk when I was compaigning for Gonzalez, I was like a 13 year old school girl. The hair. The skin. The "Don't You Want to Have my Baby, Layla?" look in his eyes. What an idiot I am.