scenes from spring street

funny thing about the death of newspapers…

when people want to remember things, theyd rather pay three quarters

than hundreds of dollars for framed “art” or $20 for tshirts

across the street from the lines at our building they were selling anything they could with Obama’s likeness, even foreign papers like the ones from NYC

but today the local papers were doing big biz. the daily news, the press-telegram, and the times were all sold out at newsstand and at corner boxes, so everyone came to our building to get their memorabilia.

some are complaining that the new prez got 35 times the coverage for his inaugural than the former prez.

for what its worth, im pretty sure that if sarah palin ran for president, and won, there would have been a ton more attention on her compared to the w. but what do i know. i just take pics of newspapers via my iphone.

people are lined up at the times building again today

the funny thing about that is, you can buy the paper today at any newsstand or newsbox, but people want shopping carts filled with them.

they want whats called “bundles”.

besides the people waiting to buy our papers and the replica plates are folks selling buttons and tshirts. across the street at the corner is someone who i believe is from the long beach press-telegram, because she is selling long beach press-telegram papers to people.

and for once, theres a market for long beach press-telegrams.

good for them.

yesterday we had a big day at the web site, a big day on our blogs, and it looks like today will be a huge day selling the print edition too. i cant say i like the fact that he’s a White Sox fan, but he sure is helping our macro-economy here on spring street.

DCist reports calling someone Bush is an insult now

but first, the least loved vp ever silently rolls off into the sunset limo

DCist’s Amanda Mattos reports from the “orange” ticketholders entrance at the Swearing-In Ceremony, which is near C street at the entrance to the Rayburn HOB. She says she was shuffled into a long, winding line that was supposedly leading to the security entrance, but when she actually reached the gate, there was nobody monitoring the entrance to the security tent, and it seemed like people could have cut to the front of the line without anyone stopping them — except, as it turned out, the angry mob. A family did try to cut in line, and Amanda says the crowd responded by calling them “Bush”! Apparently shouting “Bush!” is the official insult of Inauguration Day – DCist

thats a relief. after hearing the poem after the big speech i was worried Freeverse Poet! was going to make a comeback as the biggest slur ever.

i know i dont look black but i am

thats why im pretty much disqualified to comment on our first black president.

my sister and i were the only black kids out in the suburbs for much of our time growing up.

in one of the magazines our grandmother subscribed to, Jet, they would list all of the black people who were going to be on tv that week. even though these were the days of The Jeffersons, and Good Times, some weeks there were barely enough names for half of a page – and Jet was a tiny little magazine. a little bigger than your hand.

today i got to support one of the biggest blogs in the world, Top of the Ticket. i added pictures and videos to posts, i even got to write a few. as a bi-coastal team we were liveblogging. reporters photographers video journalists editors copy editors and bloggers covering what wonkette so wryly deemed “the Actual Most Historical Thing Ever, Since the Moon Landing“.

but to me it was still a black man on tv and i wondered how jet would have listed it.

although it was mighty cool to be in the belly of the beast during a day of such dramatic advancement for the perception and reality of minorities in america, my sister wins because she was there, in a chair, in the good section.

even desperately posting a photo of yourself being felt up by two canadian girls while wearing a silk shirt adorned with a variety of ac/dc album covers cant beat that.

although welchy’s hit n run blog came close with their “Obama Inaugurated, Ex-Klansman Collapses” headline

also, ken layne was on fire (nsfw)

the first time i saw barack obama

…was on tv at the dem convention six years ago like everyone else.

but in late february 2007, a few weeks after he announced his bid, barack obama made his first appearance in LA as a presidential candidate.

he spoke in a park in south central. there werent any security personel at the gates. there werent any metal detectors, in fact afterwards there werent many bumper stickers or things to sign up for.

but the logo and the people and the hope was all there

as was the press

obama spoke and he was fine and clear and friendly enough. but he didnt move me the way i was hoping he would.

but what was contagious was the spirit coming from the crowd. they were clearly moved. they were ready to rock. they didnt need any bumper stickers.

i stood there and i thought is america really ready for someone so different than the guy they just voted twice for?

and i looked at the kids and i said maybe those kids would vote for some like obama

something tells me that the next four years will definitely be more exciting than when (then-) senator obama visited adams park in 2007.

and unlike the attention seeker on the radio, i hope bro does a good job. because this country deserves could be pretty amazing if it can come out of this turmoil with its head on straight.

john legend + amazing access + cellphone + kyte

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our Tech blog editor Chris Gaither posted this video a few minutes ago and had a lot to say. an excerpt:

You know how giddy people get when they meet celebrities? Yeah, that’s how giddy celebrities like Queen Latifah get when they meet Barack Obama. We know that because of cellphone video footage that John Legend, the R&B singer who performed at Sunday’s inauguration concert, posted on his website today.

Obama was making his way down a receiving line at the National Mall after the performance. One of Legend’s staffers, using a Nokia N95 camera phone and a mobile streaming service called Kyte, captured some of the big shots of music and film waiting in the cold to hug and smooch the president-elect.

friend of the busblog, karisa, was just saying how good Kyte is and how i should be using it. after seeing this im sold. read Chris’s whole post here.

its kinda too bad the righty bloggers wanna be sore losers

and wanna ignore the rock show that happened yesterday for free on hbo and for free at the reflecting pool in front of honest abe

cuz they totally missed some blog fodder, notably the fact that their boy Garth Brooks totally got the crowd going better than even Stevie Wonder. Garth did a three-song medly starting with “American Pie” (?!) which went into that wedding reception chestnut “Shout” (!1!?1!). the strangest/creepiest/weirdest moment was around (2:19) when they cut to the prez-elect who sings “and this will be the day that i die”.

chills city.

and yes, the right has been slow to mention Bono giving Palestine a shout-out saying that they have dreams too.

blog better, righties!

it doesnt look that bad in this picture. but its bad

my head goes nuts, my nose starts running. i got a cramp in my quad a few weeks ago going up it.

i want to put a couch on the top of it because when you get up there you should be allowed to stretch out and catch your breath.

karisa is a slave driver though. she wont even let you sit down. because of Biggest Loser she has started getting a little mean, even. do i get mean when you kids dont blog? and i sure as hell dont get mean after you climb and climb on a sunny day, a day where rock bands are playing on the steps of the lincoln memorial and theres two playoff games, etc.

its true im a fat slob and i eat wrong and i make out with the wrong girls and i pretty much do almost everything the opposite of what will garner success.

but that doesnt mean there shouldnt be a couch at the top of the mountains of our lives.

messed up and had some mimosas before the hike, then had some saki at lunch. so after i went up the four-five steep inclines karisa said she wanted to run a little. we agreed on a place to meet and i thought i knew the way.

turned out i didnt know nothin and i ended up climbing an even taller peak. it just went higher and higher, then it went down the back side of the canyon.

it was there i saw four guys. three pushing strollers. it was me if i had taken a different path in the game of life. all four guys were talking about their wives and baby talking their babies. people would pass by and say “Stroller Gang”.

one guy said “ok i gotta spin around at the halfway point cuz my wife wants me back at five.” none of the other guys were all “say what? cant she see youre strollering the kid?”

keep in mind there was playoff football happening at the time. keep in mind i was completely judging them along with every step on the lords day but even the lord was all dude im judging them too.

keep in mind i felt so good a few hours later in the long hot endless shower. with hard rock echoing, drowning out the phone ringing of the cheerleader who was all where the hell are you tony?

its been in the 80s here for six days straight, she said, we never do anything outside.