Mr. Alexander Goes to Denver: Part 3

Print Email
by Ann Nichols

bob-and-eboney-at-bcp.jpgOn our last full day in Denver, we were all pretty tired. Ryan and Eboney (“the children”) slept in, and those of us in our respective dotages were up and working early on blog posts, video editing and setting up meetings for the day. We were napping when Michael got a call from Marianne Williamson’s assistant, saying that she was in downtown Denver and ready to see us immediately.  Showers were had, faces were shaved, and we flew to the Hyatt to film a video of Marianne supporting Bob. This astonishingly good opportunity is another example of the strength of Bob’s “peace people” connections.

Bob scored a ticket for the Convention floor, and we relaxed and watched Joe and Bill on TV while he was gone.  Our last Convention event, post-Pepsi Center, was the Black Caucus party, sponsored by the National Black Caucus of State Legislators We were in high spirits after a good day’s work, particularly the meeting with Marianne Williamson, but we were not sufficiently elated to approve Michael and Ryan’s plan to live life to the fullest by going out with open shirts, visible chest hairs, and necklaces. Appropriately dressed, we piled into the Malibu to drive to the Denver Public Library where the Caucus party was to be held.


Print Email
by Cyndi Lauper

From the Huffington Post 

Like Obama, I grew up with a loving, hard-working single mom, in a neighborhood mixed with all races and different backgrounds. And like Obama, I knew that was our strength and not our weakness.

As I toured all over the country this summer with True Colors, I saw something in the eyes of the audience I have not seen in a very long time, it was hope. Each night as I talked about the power of voting, it was evident through their reactions that the crowd wanted to change how this country is run. That is the one good thing that President Bush has done in the past seven years, he has created a movement within the country to change how things are done in Washington DC. But, what mattered to me the most is that everyone cared enough about their own lives and the future to register and vote.

Read article...

The Terminator

Print Email
by Amy Ephron

arnold.jpg Without a qualm, or a thought to the people’s lives he was affecting, Governor Schwarzenegger signed an order yesterday to reduce government employees salaries to the minimum wage of $6.55 an hour, (which could affect 200,000 people) because of the budget stalemate.  Luckily, State Controller John Chiang, who writes the checks, is refusing to comply with the payroll cuts.  (I think Chiang and Nancy Pelosi should get Government Employee of the Month award!)   

But am I the only person who remembers this Arnold Schwarzenegger campaign mantra, “I understand business.  I will make the economy and budget of California work.”

Then, why doesn’t he institute tax credits for the movie business and bring business back to California?  The movie business, that funny business that was so lucrative and employed so many people. And that is supposed to be a business he does understand.  

El Tren de la Muerte

Print Email
by Megan Feldman

From the Dallas Observer 

Winner of Best Feature in the Association of Alternative Newsweeklies 

immigrants.jpgElias dangles the dead iguana by the tail. His friends close in around him, watching hungrily. With a knife he slices through scaly green skin and peels it back to reveal bloody meat, dark red and glistening in the sun. Working quickly, he carves the lizard into sections—head, front and back legs, upper and lower torso—and drops the parts in a pan. Then he places it over the fire they've made near the train tracks. Sweat trickles down his forehead, stinging his eyes. The men are quiet while they wait for the lizard to cook. Sometimes they sing and tell stories, but for now they're too hot and hungry. They sit and watch the fire.

For three days they've been camped here, in the jungle of southern Mexico, about 40 miles from the Guatemalan border in a town called Tenosique. Hundreds of people sprawl in the dirt along the tracks. Many are young men, shirtless in the sticky heat, wearing tattered Nikes and grimy backpacks. But there are women and children too, teenage girls with painted-on jeans and mothers balancing kids on their hips. They lounge on pieces of cardboard and plastic, squat on porches, smoke in the awnings of makeshift storefronts. They wait.

Read article...

I Love New York Even More Now

Print Email
by Robert Zarem
elaines.jpgThere was great elation at Elaine’s last night that Giuliani was so resoundingly defeated in the Florida Republican Primary that he resigned from the Presidential race. 

When he became Mayor, he posted a notice at City Hall forbidding all city administration personnel from going to Elaine’s because Bill Bratton, the Police Commissioner, whose popularity soared beyond Giuliani’s was constantly being written about hanging out at Elaine’s.

Bratton defied the decree and never stopped going there.

America's Favorite

Print Email
by Amy Ephron

ketchup.jpg Repeat after me:  Cindy Hensley McCain.  Say it again:  Cindy Hensley McCain.  I don’t know why but it sounds like Theresa Heinz Kerry to me. 

I like Theresa Heinz Kerry.  And I really like Heinz ketchup and I always wanted to write a piece about the 57 varieties of Heinz.  Remember when that used to be their slogan.  I always wondered what they were.  Relish? Pickles?  Baked Beans?  I wanted to have a barbecue and test them all.  Were there really 57 or were there really more (or less) and they’d just gotten used to saying there were 57.

The Certified Poll Watcher's Genuwine Hoppin' John

Print Email
by Carol Caldwell

hoppin_john.jpg Here’s a dish particular to the Low Country, down South Carolina way, and it is um-um- hamfat delicious. We’ve been eating it all our lives which is why some Yankee wags are prone to call us southerners full of beans.  Reformed southerners eat Hoppin’ John on New Year’s Day made with black-eyes, though this version is not absolutely kosher since the peas in the pot are supposed to be field peas.  But everybody knows you have to eat black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day or you won’t be rich in the year to come.  So make it how you’d druther depending on the date. 

Memories of Missoula - MT

Print Email
by Max Bernstein

421_photo.jpg Don't get Chinese food when you're in Montana. You'd think I'd be able to know this without having to go to Montana and get Chinese food but apparently I'm not that bright. My band was on tour in Montana in 2002 and for some reason, we, three native New Yorkers who all know better decided to go to the one Chinese restaurant in Missoula, MT. I've had some bad Chinese food in my life, but this one really took the cake.

Ignore the American Samoa Caucuses at Your Peril!

Print Email
by Christopher Cerf

american-samoa.jpg Hearing the news this week that American Samoa was among the states and territories holding caucuses on Super Tuesday set me wondering if their delegates might end up holding the balance of power in a deadlocked Democratic Convention.  What would the Samoans demand in exchange for their votes?  What would the candidates promise them?

Such fantasies are hardly new to me.  For example, when the Democratic Party offered my friend Henry Beard and me the chance to host a delegation or two during the 1992 national convention in New York, we quickly chose American Samoa and Guam in hopes that the balloting would be stalemated and the tiny collection of delegates we were entertaining would be the key to deciding the presidential nomination.  “We’ll control access to them!” we told ourselves.  “We’ll be power brokers!”

Childhood Memories of Kansas

Print Email
by Jan Emamian

windmill-s.jpgAs I was driving to Trader Joe’s in search of some last minute dinner inspiration, I happened to hear the words “ Kansas” and “ politics” come from my radio. I found myself listening to the NPR reporter discuss the well- liked senator from Kansas who is…gasp…a DEMOCRAT.  Heaven forbid!  She went on to say that only 26% of registered voters in Kansas are Democrats.  My first reaction was to be surprised but then I began to drift back to my childhood in Kansas and 26% suddenly seemed like progress. After I finished my grocery shopping, made dinner and got the kids to bed, I sat down at the computer and did a little research of my own.  I thought to myself, I wonder if my favorite candidate has any connection to Kansas? 



restaurant news

All About Austin's Food Trucks
by David Latt

img 4784Austin has a lot going on. Besides being the state capital, the city has amazing music venues with a great collection of bars and a dynamic food scene. Austin has it all. Upscale, fine dining...

Super Dining in H-Town during Super Bowl
by Nancy Ellison

Houston PostcardHouston, it seems, has as many nicknames as it does oil wells, but the one that touches my Texas DNA is THE BIG HEART!   Not a bad welcoming moniker for visitors invading the town for Super Bowl ...

The Nickel Diner
Los Angeles
by Emily Pudalov

mjmemorial.jpgLast week, I had two major disappointments. I did not win the ticket lottery to attend Michael Jackson’s funeral at the Staples Center and the red velvet doughnut at the Nickel Diner in Downtown...

Bar Hayama
Los Angeles
by Fredrica Duke

barhayama.jpgWhat is wrong with me? Why do I drive past intriguing places and keep on driving? Or, why do I keep going to the same places because I know them, they are familiar and safe? My friend, another...