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Rainy Saturday night after a fun morning ride with a couple of dozen old friends. It was the 15th annual San Francisco Bicycle Messenger Association 49-mile ride, traditionally a seriously besotted ride that barely travels a mile or two before stopping for another lengthy drinking-smoking-and-snacking break. Hardly any “real” messengers on it anymore, though a healthy smattering of former ones, and then some of us who have been friends of the scene for years… It was gray and we spent our usual time socializing at McKinley Square on Potrero Hill, at Toxic Beach (where we crossed paths with another ride working on the bay trail), at Pier 7 and Coit Tower.
Got jammed up by a bunch of rent-a-cops trying to pass over the 3rd St. Bridge. Somehow the people staging a motocross in the ballpark had fenced things off so we were funneled into a cul-de-sac from which there was no way out except to open the fence and move on. The rent-a-cops on hand were deeply upset and confused, but after about 3 minutes of tussling and pushing, they relented and let us pass. Very dumb…
Here I am at 7th St. Pier, with my new dunce cap!

Continue reading Aging Bike Rides, Healing Brain
We had our second Spring Talk last night, featuring Greg Gaar and his unmatchable slide show of pre-urban and natural San Francisco. Standing room only, we were regaled by a systematic tour of the great sand dunes that once covered the entire peninsula from the breakers to the bay. One photo I was really struck by was taken in the late 1850s from Mint Hill looking due east, and just to the east of Valencia still stands some really tall (70-100 ft) sand ridges covered in scrub. The whole area from apx. 8th to 14th streets was characterized by a series of sand ridges with fresh water ponds in the gulleys. This was one of the first photos I’ve seen that showed it so clearly.
Last week’s inaugural Spring Talk on general strikes went really well too, drawing about 45 people, and much to my surprise nearly everyone stayed to the end and we had a very stimulating conversation. We touched on the problems of organizing, whether based on existing jobs and workplaces or in some new way on the basis of new(er) freely chosen associations. One woman smartly brought up the problem of the new globalized reality we’re in, and that solidarity today means connecting to the workers of China, who apparently staged over 6,000 strikes last year. (We’d love to host a forum on China and the connection to the local economy and political scene in the fall… if you’re interested in helping organize it, please contact me.)
We tried to illustrate the distinction between the theory of the General Strike as a political action versus a general strike as act of widespread class solidarity and sympathy. There is also the problem of the term ‘general’ which gets applied to region-wide strikes that cross many occupations, but also to simply industry-wide strikes in which, e.g. all coal miners strike. The San Francisco strike of 1934 was clearly more of a solidarity/sympathy general strike, and the Oakland strike of 1946 was even less of an overt political movement at the time. The choke point at Telegraph and San Pablo where one or two streetcar conductors stopped their cars led to a huge shutdown that turned into something of a three day party in downtown Oakland, surrounding the struck department stores (Kahn’s and Hastings). Fascinating stuff.
Continue reading Talking and Making News
My brief entry on Chile yesterday was prompted at least in part by this fascinating piece by Ariel Dorfman at Tomdispatch. Dorfman is a well-known Chilean who fled Pinochet’s Chile and became a renowned writer. He is recounting a speech he gave at the MLA, a speech in which he claimed the speech itself had been seized by Homeland Security on his entry into the U.S. In fact he was using that idea as a way of illustrating the absurdity of our era, the insanity of ‘security’ as it is defined and practiced by the small-brained employees of the government. But the folks at the MLA conference mostly didn’t get his crafty allusions and satirical references that he was sure would reveal his purpose. Instead, many of the people there, many of them hopeful MFAs and Ph.D.s seeking university employment, expressed outrage and solidarity with him, and some were quick to panic at what they feared would be their own near-term fate.
Dorfman laments our loss of satire, the incredible heights of pure insanity that have completely exceeded our ability to parody. The behavior of the Bushists and their coterie are so far over the edge of acceptability or sanity, that trying to lampoon them only sounds like more of what we are becoming all too used to hearing as commonplace events. His experience at the MLA underscored too how ready most of us are to believe that the all-powerful government is already on to us, just about to break down our door or seize us at the airport. The NSA eavesdropping scandal, and the lawsuits just filed by the ACLU and the Center for Constitutional Rights, reinforce a widespread, believable paranoia that everything we say and do is being observed by a nearly omniscient (and ill-intentioned) government.
But the government is enormously incompetent, as are most businesses and bureaucracies. Attributing the kind of power to them that this kind of paranoia does says more about individual powerlessness than any real capabilities of the authorities. It’s a Wizard of Oz fantasy not based on any kind of truth or real experience. The severe erosion of truth and accountability is a crucial foundation for this fantasy of governmental omniscience.
Continue reading Parody and Paranoia
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Hidden San Francisco 2nd EDITION!

NEW 2nd EDITION NOW AVAILABLE! Buy one here (Pluto Press, Spring 2025)
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