be nice

Woah. Blogger is fucked and I couldn't post all afternoon yesterday.

The comments are getting pretty heated. I'm staying out of the fray. It's starting to look like the Sac indie list down there. Speaking of the indie list, I sometimes hear about what's going on there and I think that maybe I should re-join, but I may have mentioned that I got burned pretty bad in the brief time I was on it and was really embarassed and mad. I didn't realize that if you stepped up and made a statement that you left yourself open to whatever mean thing anyone wanted to say about you. Specifically, and I may have posted this before, I can't remember if I did, but local writer and smart guy Dennis Yudt (who I recognize but have never met) responded to my first post by saying, "Welcome to the indie list. Now shut the fuck up." That did make me feel so welcome. It reminded me of high school. Back then I was afraid to stand up for myself because if I said anything, the other person would have no limits on the fucked-up shit they could say and they could hit me in my most vulnerable areas (figuratively, of course. Well, figuratively and literally, sometimes). I don't like this style of fighting. I think civility is a wonderful thing and that the internet, by rendering the communication indirect and somewhat faceless, makes it OK to just go off on somebody. I'm not the originator of this theory, obviously. Everyone knows this. Anyway, maybe I will re-join that list or the indie chick list. Is it worth it? I welcome your comments on this subject.

I listened to the Pearcy's on the NPR show yesterday and it was quite unexciting. They only got 15 minutes and Jeffrey Callison didn't take any callers. No mention of the skeletons in their closet.

Not much else to post so far. I keep forgetting to mention that I finally went back to the farmer's market at 6th and W on sunday, and plan to visit much more frequently. It's great! Not just boring old veggies, but Sac Baking Co. bread, fresh eggs, hand made cheese, olive oil, honey. In short, everything you could want to make a delicious post-market sunday breakfast. Check this out. If you're not an early riser it seems to go until at least 11:00 so drag your ass out of bed and get over there. Oh yeah, and it's cheap, too.