Monday, October 22, 2018

Wide awake from the American Dream

I worry about a lot of things. My paycheck just cleared and yet more than two-thirds of it is already spoken for. We found a cockroach in the garage. My son was born earlier this year after both of his grandfathers had passed. Who will teach him how to fish and spit? My mother texted me with the news...

The man I knew but never met

The best are beloved because they transcend the medium. They are sitting next to us on a park bench, riding shotgun on a road trip or sharing a bag of peanuts flying coach. Robin Williams was one such entertainer. Over the last 24 hours since word broke of the actor's passing, everywhere I look I see people recounting run-ins...

The Force has finally woken up Harrison Ford

Asleep at the box office for almost a quarter century, Harrison Ford is finally back thanks to Han Solo...and the man who originally took him out. By Andrew Pridgen I've spent the last 36 hours dissecting Star Wars: The Force Awakens reviews and from what I've culled...the good (NYT, The Guardian, SFGate) the bad (LA Times) and the indifferent (Variety)...

I’m with her because she’s with Joe

And that’s all there is. By Andrew J. Pridgen The last time I hung out with Joe, like really hung out, not just at a wedding or in Vegas or on a quick phone call, was when he came and visited me while I was living in Lake Tahoe. It was nine, maybe ten years ago now. Fuck. It’s been a decade....

The Bay to Breakers has morphed into pure evil

The 104th Bay to Breakers takes place in San Francisco Sunday. In spite of the efforts to control the 50,000 participants, the 7.5-mile course has turned into a moving cautionary tale about where its host city, and possibly humanity, is headed. By Andrew Pridgen Have I run the Bay to Breakers? Yes. Have I also walked the course, people-watched (people-stared) and gladly...

Why Marco Sullivan’s 17-year professional skiing career was more consequential than you think

Nobody did it better...while wearing more denim. By Andrew J. Pridgen Athletes, they say, die two deaths. The first when they retire, the second when their number is called up from behind the giant deli counter in the sky. Marco Sullivan, a 17-year Alpine veteran of the U.S. Ski team and perhaps one of the finest examples of a man who threw...

This Christmas, don’t get me anything

My father, like most fathers, absolutely became burned out at the prospect of receiving gifts on Christmas. That is why, every year when we pretended to want to know what he wanted, his response was a sharp, “Don’t get me anything!” He humored my sister and I when we were children with an accommodating embrace of our creative endeavors. I...

I met Star Wars on Front Street

It wasn't as pretty but life was sometimes simpler with commercials on VHS. (Also, found: the link to the original ending of Jedi.) Written by Kyle Magin A green dot, a red dot and a blue dot, blotted in sharpie on three VHS tapes with worn jackets, signified an important choice in my childhood. Each one demarcated a chapter in the...

Your ice bucket eco-concern is lazy and mean

It’s become a bit of sport here in the bone-dry Sierra Nevada to take potshots at the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. Competitive water Scrooging. The Challenge, for the un-initiated (and, Hell, how did you find this website? Is this the only thing you turn aside your rock to do?) involves yuppies dumping buckets of ice on their heads and challenging their...

Why your save-the-date prohibits me from attending your wedding

Dear Former Colleague, I just wanted to write you a quick note to let you know I got your save-the-date. I ran into my old roommate (well, it was actually the ex-girlfriend of my old roommate, who now lives in the house he and I lived in because he moved out of town and she took over the lease and...