Freely Thinking Beings

Fasting for POO...3

and now for my third installment...I've been worried while this fasting about the lack of pooping during the procedure.  Don't get me wrong I've pooped.  Total I pooped Friday afternoon about three hours after we started. Which I assumed was a left over poop from eating days before.  I then pooped again late that night and this time it was red (from the tomato juice, I hope) and liquidy.  On Saturday I pooped twice, the first time was similar to the second one on Friday and the second one was squirty and actually burned a little bit. 
I'll admit that I ate some sugar free popsicles and that may or may not have had something to do with the burning. I don't know. 
Overall, I have been disappointed with the amount of pooing through the weekends thus far.  But just a few minutes ago it got better.  I felt the urge come on while I was searching the internet and upon the original gurgling I decided to let it fester a bit and see what I could do.  the gurgling came and came and came and eventually I started to feel the push.  Still, I allowed my stomach to process what was going through it. Finally after 20 minutes or so from the first gurgling I decided to was time. 
I entered the bathroom and sat down with my book and began reading and obviously as I mentioned before it's over before it begins...usually. 
After the initial blow I wanted to look at the poo and see if it was crazy colors or anything so I got up and turned around and leaned over.  Now my pants are still down and I have not wiped or finished pooing.  I looked for a few seconds, decided I didn't really see anything...it was slightly more solid and still red.
Afterwards I finished pooing and when i began to wipe I noticed a brown spot on the bathroom floor.  Huh, I thought, whats that.  it dawned on me it was a poo dripping from when I turned around and gazed into the tooilet.

Gross...

I wiped it up with toilet paper and finished the poo with a smile on my face...

Danny 

Fasting for POO ....2

I have finally taken my first fasting dump.  It was glorious..there was no laboring or waiting.  I walked into the bathroom with a book of short stories written by Bukawsky and I sat down and began reading.  I got through about one page and I was done.  It felt damn good though...it didn't have the same affect that most dumps do when your stomach is gurgling.  Usually (for me) when my stomach is gurgling and I dump the gurgling goes away. I'm guessing since I've been drinking the potion now for about a day and a half that the gurgling doesn't go away because that's all that's in my stomach.

I'll report that the drinking of the tomato and formula X broth has not gotten easier but it has gotten more regular.  I guess I'm used to the drinking this awful tasting drink in hopes it leads to cleaner intestines and I suppose some more dumping. 

I focused a lot on dumping in this post.  But I don't want to take away from the overall longer term health benefits I'm looking to gain here by fasting.  It just seems that in order for those longer term affects to happen I must dump numerous times in a two day period.  Wish me luck..I'm off to the bathroom... 

Fasting for Poo

For the first time in my life I'm attempting to fast...Only a three day fast...nothing monkish by any standards but in my view a step in the right direction.  My mom has Chrone's disease...for those of you that don't know what that is, in short it's an intestinal disorder that prohibits your body from digesting certain things because your intestines lack the proper enzymes for the breakdown.  Luckily this disease is not hereditary. 
My reasons for attempting a fast are somewhere between an attempt to correct my lack of concern for health and a love of pooing.  On the health front I'm also adding jogging and stretching (on a side note I also wish I brushed my teeth twice a day...but thats a separate issue.)
When trying to figure out what I would do for a fast I looked towards my mom because she fasts all the time due to the intestinal problem.  It's a simple three day fast alternating what you drink every hour.
The potion, if you will, that you drink is a mixture of tomato juice and sauerkraut juice, that's the first drink of the morning.  

Here I'll break it down like this it might be easier to understand...

1st: 4 oz. tomato juice 4 oz. sauerkraut juice mix and drink
2nd: 8 oz of aforementioned broth and 1 tsp. of formula X broth and a herb laxative
Formula X broth consists of: dandelion root, parsley root, yellowdock root, thyme, celery seed, horseradish, cayenne pepper, slippery elm, and cranberry powder.
The mild herb laxative consists of: kelp, rhubarb root, slippery elm, sena leaf, cascara segrada, cranberry powder, dulce powder, ground flax seed
3rd:8 oz. of grapefruit
4th:8 oz. formula X broth (no laxative)
5th:8 oz. grapefruit juice
6th:8 oz. formula X broth
7th:8 oz. grapefruit juice
8th:8 oz. formula X broth
9th:8 oz. grapefruit juice
10th:8 oz. formula X broth
11th: 8 oz. grapefruit juice
12th:8 oz. formula X broth, add 1 tsp. laxative again
13th:8 oz. grapefruit juice

It breaks down one drink per hour and after the third day you do the liver flush.  For the liver flush you take 4 oz. grapefruit juice and beat it into 4 oz. of olive oil and then drink the emulsion...apparently thre is a high chance of nasuea so best to lay still for about 20 minutes to avoid yacking it all back up....afterwards another 8 oz. of grapefruit.

After all of these steps it is finally time to let the good times roll. Grab a book or a good magazine article and prepare for the shits of your life.  I, of course am not at this step yet but I'm looking forward to it.

Interestingly enough I found some things about myself yesterday while not eating.  During the day while I was drinking these concoctions I never really felt hungry.  It wasn't like I was sitting on my couch all day wishing I was eating because I was starving.  The drinks keep you pretty well feeling full.  I did notice however that I would go into the kitchen open the fridge and look and dig around seeing what was in there.  Afer a few seconds it would hit "wait a minute I'm not eating." I would shut the fridge and walk away and try and find something else to do.  I spent time in my backyard tending to the vegetable garden my mom and I planted, did laundry and what not. 
But it hit me I eat out of boredom a lot of times during the day..especially when I don't have a ton of things to do during the day.

Think about it...how many times do you wander around your kitchen and decide to eat even though you don't feel particulary hungry at the time.  It's purely out of boredom...so if nothing else this fast has helped me realize some bad eating patterns I've probably employed my whole life.

A gauge for humanity

Occasionally throughout my life I run into situations where I can get an accurate gauge on humanity.  Picking up hitch hikers, stopping for stranded motorists, seeing someone drop something they don't realize and picking it up for them...they are all really basic situations that happen all the time.  What I question is how often does some one stop or help in these situations.

A quick example of this happened yesterday.  I was in Golden Gate park attending an impromptu b-day pizza and beer event and a biker (as in a person riding a bicycle) was hit by a university of california police officer in a car.  A lady that was also attending the impromptu b-day event happened to be a SF fire fighter.  Due to her sense of duty she ran over to assist the police officer who hit the biker until the ambulance/fire truck arrived.  That was someone who stopped and helped.

Let's rewind a bit further to Friday, March 13th.  The inevitable doomsday for all mankind Friday the 13th...I had gone to SF State to watch Gators baseball take on Chico State, plus our broadcasting department was doing the broadcast so I was checking out the set-up they had going on.  The Gators choked out a loss by making two errors in the ninth inning to cough up the lead and eventually lost in 12 innings.  

So afterwards I had to go to the edit lab to finish capturing all my broadcast stuff from last semester and I told my buddy James that I would drive him home afterwards.  So around 9 pm we roll out of the edit lab.  James lives on 27th and Noriega.  Sunset Ave. goes out the back of SF State and runs parellel to 19th Ave. but way out towards the beach.  Here is a map of the general route of Sunset Ave.  

I drive a 1990 Ford Ranger and the gas gauge is broken.  It has been broken since I bought the truck when I was a junior in high school.  I carry a 1 gallon gas can in the back of the truck in case I run out of gas, which admittedly happens more than I'd like to admit. Last time I had to use the gas can reserve I forgot to fill it back up when I eventually filled the truck back up with gas.  

So I'm driving down Sunset Ave. at Vicente heading North towards Noriega.  As you cross the intersection at Vicente and Sunset the road begins a slight up hill for the next block or two..and of course my truck doesn't have enough gas left in it and going up hill sends what gas you do have in your tank sliding to the rear of the tank making it even harder for it to be pumped into the engine...wallah! the truck sputters. I was currently in the middle lane which is not a good spot to run out of gas. Luckily I was able to coast into the right lane before the car died completely.  

So now I'm out of gas with an empty gas can stopped in the right lane of Sunset Ave. in San Francisco.  Luckily at this point it's about 9:30 pm and traffic is at a fairly low pace.  James calls his roommates for help and they have been drinking so they're out.  I call a mutual friend Sim and she is out with friends in North Beach which unfortunately is no where near the Outer Sunset where my car is located.  Finally I settle on Ben, my old roommate.  He is sitting on his ass doing nothing so he agrees to come down and take my empty gas can and James to a gas station located just a few blocks away.

While James and I are standing next to my truck on the road we begin talking about how odd it is no one stopped.  We had already been standing there for about 15-20 minutes and the only attention we had gotten was funny looks.  

All of a sudden a car on Vicente pulls over and a lady gets out.  At first we're not sure if she stopped for us.  But she begins to walk towards us.  She is blonde, and wearing a calf length skirt.  It was pretty cold outside and the fact that a lady stopped not dressed for the cold impressed me.  She asked if we were all right.  We answered yes we were o.k and that we had a friend coming to help us but thanks for stopping because she was the only one who stopped so far.  She answered "well I lost a tire once on the freeway..." 

Shortly there after another lady in a Honda Element pulled up behind us and turned on her flashers, rolled down her window and asked if everything was o.k.  Again we answered yes, we had a friend coming to fill up the gas tank.  She said o.k and drove away.  

About 10 minutes later Ben showed up to pick James and the empty gas can up.  I stayed with the car in case a police officer or somebody of authority showed up while they drove away.  Standing there by myself sucked, it wasn't nearly as warm by myself and of course there wasn't anyone to talk to.  

About 5 minutes after they left another guy in a Honda Element pulled up behind me and rolled his window down and asked if everything was alright.  I again told him that my friend had come and was on his way to get me gas.  

So far three people had stopped (two women and one man) and I appreciated all of them.  About five minutes after the last guy in the Element stopped a guy came out of a house on Sunset Ave. and asked if everything was o.k.  I'm assuming he had noticed that I was still there with the truck flashers on and finally decided to come out and check. I told him the same thing I told everybody else who had stopped.  This guy brought with him a road flare which he lit and left in the right lane at the intersection to force people to change lanes earlier.  I didn't think it was necessary at that time because Ben and James had already left to get gas but either way he was trying to help and it didn't inconvenience me at all to have him light the flare.  

A few minutes later Ben and James showed up. I filled the truck with the one gallon and drove James home.  I then proceeded to the CFN on 19th Ave. and filled up my truck with gas.  All the while thinking about how I was stopped, blocking the lane for a total of 45 minutes and four people stopped their lives and offered to help.  While I consider myself self sustainable in most situations like this I nevertheless appreciate the effort put forth by strangers with the overall welfare of their city and their fellow humans on their minds. 

I don't know if four people stopping to help in that amount of time being stranded is a good sign or a bad sign for humanity overall but I am going to choose to look at it positively because it seems rather easy for no one to have stopped at all and what would that have said about humanity?  The fact that people stopped at all tells me that there are people still around that do, on some level attempt to look out for other humans whom they do not share any other bond with except being alive.   

So in short, Thank you

Dreams...making real life awkward since my brain can remember

I never know no if I'm happy or confused when I remember a dream well enough to post about it.  Frankly it doesn't happen near enough to be considered regular and that adds to the confusion of the entire experience. 

A few days ago I was struck again by the dastardly dream bug who plants weed seeds in your brain and forces you down a path of random, impure thoughts.  This particular incident was unsettling because it involved a girl I work with and an intimate situation just a few days before Carli was to come home from Africa...what a time for a dream about another girl. 

I guess I'll stop dancing around the dream and just jump right into the scenario...off we go to dream world (imagine the page gets all squiggly and fades out).

The dream begins at Marin County 4-H camp, a very familiar place for me.  I attended as a camper for about 5 years and now I attend as an adult chaperone every summer. 

So the setting is in a huge redwood forest located in northern California about 2 hours or so from San Francisco.  The camp is set-up with the boys bunks on the right side and girls bunks on the left with the dining hall and main activity center in between them.  The spot everything is built on slopes up towards the road that you must drive down to reach the camp.    

Here's a picture that shows some of the 4-H camp lay-out and activities.

Garrett Allan and I had worked an event for KOFY the day before and directly afterwards drove from the event to 4-H camp.  When I awoke in the morning at camp he had made his bed next to mine on the bunk.  In the real world the bunks are laid out horizontally and we all sleep vertically on them.  Similar to a keyboard.  With the keyboard being the bunk and the keys being the people sleeping on the bunk.

But in this particular dream sequence the bunks were laid out the same longways from right to left. But now we were all sleeping the same direction as the bunk.  Which is much less efficient than the original way.  So Garrett and I had beds next to each other.  

The entire day at camp went fairly normal from what actually happens at 4-H camp when I'm there.  The only thing out of the ordinary was the fact that Garrett and another girl I work with at KOFY was there (she shall remain nameless for two reasons: one is that on the absolutely improbably rare occasion she ever reads this it would probably make it all awkward and two my girlfriend is now home and the same thing applies to her.) I will call her Jackie.  

I don't remember much from the activity part of the day but I do remember that everything went really normal.  Somewhere towards the end of the day Garrett and I found out that we both had to work the next day for KOFY and had to get back to the station in the morning.  This of course threw our plan off because we weren't planning on going back to San Francisco so soon and now we had to wake up with the sun to get back in time.  

So Garrett and I planned on leaving 4-H camp around 5 am to get back to the TV station in time and of course Jackie wanted to go with us back to San Francisco.  She didn't have to work so it made no sense for her to come back with us.  Ultimately we decided to have her stay at 4-H camp and finish the week of camp as we had all planned to do.  This did not go over so well with Jackie and she let us know.   

The evening of activities at camp went off without a hitch.  I decided to go to bed early since we now had to get up so early.  Garrett decided to stay up through camp fire and the official end of the evening. 

The next thing I remember is being gently woken up by Jackie after camp fire had ended.  Garrett was not in his bed and no where to be found, at least I didn't see him when I woke up and looked around.  Jackie was waking me up so she could get into bed with me.  This is very abnormal for a few different reasons.  The first and most basic is that at 4-H camp regardless of your relationship standing the boys and girls sleep apart from each other.  So no way would Jackie be able to sleep with me.  Secondly she is a co-worker and there has never been anything romantic between the two of us in the five months we have been working together. 

I'll admit that we flirt at work but I think it is more a personality trait that we both have and not some spark or potential spark that we both feel for each other. 

The weirdest part of this entire dream is that being woken up to allow Jackie to get into bed with me seemed completely normal to me in the dream.  As if to suggest that there was something romantic going on.  I said "oh, ok" and let her climb in next to me.  I was wearing just boxers and she was in very skimpy pajamas and as soon as she was in bed we snuggled up really close to each other but nothing sexual took place. 

Next thing I knew Garrett was waking me up to leave for San Francisco.  It was about 5 am and we loaded our horse and wagon with our stuff and took off up the road to go home.  You may have noticed I said horse and wagon.  That's because that was our mode of transportation on this day.  Which also makes no sense what so ever but in the dream it seemed perfectly normal. 

That was pretty much the dream.  It may not seem as bizarre to the reader but imagine the same situation happening in your life with people you know and it will become awkward quickly. 

The only place I can think of that this dream came from was my familiarity with 4-H camp and of course my co-workers.  The relationship with Garrett that I experienced in the dream is completely normal.  We are friends and co-workers and that came through in the dream accurately.  The relationship between me and Jackie was not accurate.  Her and I get along really well but as I mentioned there is nothing romantic about it.  Perhaps subconsciously I wouldn't mind if something happened romantically...interesting thought.  I do find her attractive and I really like working with her, but I've never consciously thought about anything sexual with her.  

I'm not sure where 4-H camp from.  Garrett and Jackie have no idea about 4-H camp so for me to put them there with me is odd.  Especially considering the romantic nature of Jackie and I's relationship.  This dream made me think about her all day the next day and conveniently enough I had to work for KOFY with Garrett, so of course I told him all about the dream which put Jackie on my mind even more.  It's almost as if the fact that I had this dream about her created feelings for her that I didn't have before.

I have worked with Jackie since the dream and I was constantly thinking about the romantic nature of our relationship in the dream.  We were working a movie premiere, which is date like in nature and I made some stupid comments about being on a date which were met with general confusion and odd looks.  Stupid dream making it all awkward in my mind...

Awe Palenchar as "The Host"

Dude, check this out! Do you like comedy shows? I know, I know I'm the same way. I don't seek out comedy shows...that is to say I'm not IN to comedy.  But really who doesn't like sitting around having a few beers and laughing their asses off?  Even if the comics aren't that funny and no one laughs, to me thats funny because it's awkward.  It's a win-win. Plus when you go see amateur comics the price at the door is usually under 10 dollars, and that you can't beat.  So check this guy out Awe Palenchar, he's funny and he has clips so that people like you who are bored cruising the internet can find him and go "Hey that guys funny, I want to see him." 

It's real simple, just do the same thing you normally do...copy and paste the link...or just click on it and away you go to the far away funny land hosted by Awe Palenchar...

Sketch Comedy

Oh, FYI he has a comedy competition he's participating in down at Rooster T. Feathers in Sunnyvale on March 24th (show at 8, doors at 7) 

Followed shortly by a comedy show he's hosting at the Dark Room Theatre in San Francisco on March 28th...BYOB

 

Starbucks says DON'T DO GRAFFITI

To set myself up before my big drive to the LA I finally had my new car stereo installed. I say finally with such exasperation because for x-mas of 07 I received a brand new car stereo from my parents...which was promptly stolen from my truck while parked right outside my house in San Francisco...not cool. I of course didn't have the money to immediately replace the replacement stereo so I went stereoless for over a year until x-mas of 08 my parents lovingly decided to buy me another new car stereo, which as I mentioned above I finally had installed at the Best Buy on Du Bois avenue in San Rafael.

The process went exactly as I imagined it would go. I dropped of the car explained what happened to the install guy. He asked me if any cables had been ripped out. I explained to him that no cables had been ripped out because why? Because the SOB who stole the stereo had so much time to carefully remove the stereo nothing was unnecessarily moved or broken in my vehicle. I left my phone number and bounded off to Borders where I was looking forward to using a gift card I got as a gift god knows how long ago. I was feeling very productive on this day.

My time killing travels around San Rafael on foot eventually brought me to the mecca of all time killing establishments...Starbucks.  Starbucks in my eyes is a different dimension to the universe.  The seating areas look like green rooms from the 70's where all the famous comedians and actors hung out before and after sets and railed lines of blow while drinking their stiff martini's.  The coffee is good enough, while not great (and I have a serious issue with their chocolate) it is much better than your garden variety Folgers or Yuban.  The always too young to actually go out on a date with female staff members are nonetheless enjoyable to converse with while waiting for whatever ancient Roman sounding drink you just ordered, and of course the clientele is always so sophisticated with their laptops, and way too serious looks on their faces. 

So after I order my medium tuxedo mocha with whip cream I choose my cushy seat in which to inspect the smell of my cocaine and then decide to use the restroom.  This is where the whole story gets interesting...and the entire reason for a post...everything I've written up to this point just got me here...

I'm standing (which is also to say I'm peeing) in the bathroom and looking straight down as my urine splashes way to loudly into a bowl of water that could probably look cleaner is never that exciting.  So I decide to gander around at the bathroom decor.  Once again Starbucks is so sophisticated one would expect nothing but the finest of decors for their bathrooms. 

Overall the bathroom was much less plush then the seating arrangements in the cafe but to my left hanging on the wall were three fairly simple yet geometrically sound paintings. I assume IKEA merchandise but I'm not one to sell anybody short.  They were interesting enough to look at while my penis is in my hand to say the least.

As I'm staring at them I notice some tagging (or graffiti depending on your view of that practice).  If your not familiar with the practice (or art) of tagging then your probably to old to figure out how to work the internet to find blogs but I'll indulge.  People, groups, gangs, organizations, etc. will tag something (a wall, a car, a billboard, doorways...etc.) to tell the other taggers that they've been there or it's their turf. 

As a disclaimer if you read this and you are affiliated with such a group or are a person who tags please feel free to leave a comment containing any information about the underworld of tagging.  I don't confess to be an expert, in fact I'm not even on level 2 of understanding anything about how tagging works and what it represents. I know the absolute bare bones about the subject. 

This is the tagging part of the message.  The author left us P I Z to identify who they are.  I am a firm believer that if you can't read the word the tagger left or don't know who that is than the message wasn't intended for you.  The painting themselves are random and allow a lot of room for interpretation by the viewer.  If your wondering why the tagging is hard to read it's because Starbucks attempted to wash off the graffiti left in their bathroom and an employee took a scrubber to it.  To no avail however...as you can see.

I decided to take this picture because I was using a camera phone and an old camera phone at that.  It is equipped with no flash and the lighting wasn't the greatest, plus the tagging was faded due to the attempt to erase it off the face of the picture.  Here is a close-up of the tagging aspect of this message.  P I Z...any takers on what it means or who it is...?

 

Now your getting an idea of how these paintings were laid out in this bathroom.  This is the second painting from left to right and the second part of the taggers message DON'T DO written on either side of the very nice coffee mug with a star on it.  Subtle but cute Starbucks coffee.  I apologize for the difficulty in reading the DON'T on the left side.  There was an obvious attempt to erase this part as well.  On to the next photo...

Here is my amazing photographic work with a bad camera phone to bring you up close the word DON'T, an integral part of the San Rafael Starbucks taggers message....

Same action here but this time it is a close up of the word DO on the bottom right side of the second painting...quite the mystery we have here so far...

P I Z      DON'T     DO

 The conclusion of our taggers message is now in sight.  As you can see the word GRAFFITI is written in the bottom middle of the third and final painting (from right to left). Interesting placement don't you think...

Here once again is a close-up of the word GRAFFITI to make it easier to read.  Do you see how all the paintings included shapes of differing sizes colors, and placements.  It makes one wonder whether or not these three paintings were originally intended to be hung in a line like they were at Starbucks...

As I'm staring from a few feet back at all three of these paintings with this taggers message written in permanent marker on the bottom of them I just started laughing.  Oh, I was done peeing at this point, just FYI.  I find it hilarious that someone took the time to write their identifier tag P I Z  on a 2 x 2 painting in a Starbucks.  It's natural human progression to look at the other paintings so it's safe to assume that the tagger knew every person who saw any part of the message would read the entire thing...and he/she chose DON'T DO GRAFFITI.  That's ridiculous.

It's either a condemnation of what they personally do, but that's not what I think it is, it doesn't make sense.  Why would someone who obviously is involved in tagging/graffiti try to leave a life lesson in a bathroom? Especially one that goes directly against what they are doing...

It could also be an obvious mocking of Starbucks and the establishment that it represents as a whole.  What better way to give an F-YOU to the corporate machine that Starbucks has taken so much shit for being a huge part of? DON'T DO GRAFFITI.  It's subtle hilarity is only matched by the fact that Starbucks spent energy trying to make it go away only to fail.  yet they didn't (or haven't yet) replaced the paintings altogether. 

I love how a little person who has some artistic ability can make a lasting impression on the huge establishment that is. 

Obviously the little guy is the tagger, the lasting impression is the message, as always the message is all wrapped up in a little bit of the sarcasm that is a by product of the establishment itself, and of course the lasting of it all is signified by the fact that Starbucks can't wash it off and now everyone who goes into the bathroom sees it unless Starbucks decided to replace the paintings all together which would signify a complete rejuvenation of the establishment which of course is what the tagger and the message is trying to get everyone to realize anyways.

P I Z DON'T DO GRAFFITI  

Gators Basketball

On an off-shoot of my earlier post about the beginning of live web streaming of Gator men's and women's home basketball game (and soon some road games).  The men's Gators team, who of course get much more press then the women's, as in most sports have been receiving some actual media attention lately.  They of course, for the second week in a row received some votes in the National Association of Basketball Coaches top 25 poll for division 2 basketball. 
This is awesome! The Gators basketball team is exciting and explosive when their on the court.  They haven't been ranked in the NABC top 25 poll is 1994 and it would be a big deal for the school if they were able to crack it.  So congrats Coach Tressler and the Gators for bringing some long over due recognition to SF State athletics. 
Recently, on Friday December 12th to be exact, the Gators actually made the SF Chronicle! I know, I know, crazy right, if you don't believe me check here at Gators Climbing From The Depths on sfgate.com. 
Thank you Chronicle we at State appreciate the fact that you have finally acknowledged we have a team on the court.  For all the coverage you hand over to the USF Dons it would be nice if occasionally they mentioned that there was a state college with a team also.  I understand that as far as local schools are concerned SF state lacks athletic credibility and all the national hoopla that some of the other schools warrant.  But come on! It's San Francisco State, it's a local school and we've been around forever.  The Chronicle loves to jerk off USF, San Jose State, Fresno State and even St. Mary's in Moraga. 
Somebody please tell me what the Gators have to do to occasionally get some coverage...
Remember live stats and live web casting of home Gator basketball games on ustream.tv/sfstate, check it out and show the Gators the love the Chronicle refuses to give.

Vote For Jen Vaughn for KOFY Host

A wonderful person and teacher at San Francisco State Ms. Jen Vaughn is a finalist for the "Be a Host on KOFY TV." Now if you aren't sure what KOFY TV is then click the link and find out.  In the spirit of full disclosure I work for KOFY TV in the promotions department and Jen Vaughn is a teacher I have at SF State. However, my employment in the promotions department has no relationship with her being a finalist.  She acheived that all on her own because she is damn good at video production and a natural on camera.  If you don't believe me then check out Jen's Video at kofytv.com.  All you have do is go to kofytv.com join the kofy club, and pick vote for kofy host finalists.  Then Select Jen, come on you know you want to...! 

Impressed already, want to see more? Then go to the source where Jen has tons of videos for you to get a feel for what she does.

Live SF State Gator's Basketball webcasts

So after many, many, many years attending college, I say college because it has been split between three different institutions.  Two junior colleges (Butte, and Santa Rosa) and one State university in San Francisco State. 
My whole goal throughout this entire process was, well too obviously graduate, but within the graduation process was a goal.  A goal about something I wanted to learn or be able to walk away with, besides the rolled up piece of paper that everyone walks away with. 
I want to do play-by-play, preferably for baseball at the end of the line, but right now I'll take anything.  I want to be the guy people tune into.  I don't want people to tune into the sporting event because of me I want to augment the sporting event and not turn people off. 
Within that dream lies SF State University, which has allowed me the opportunity to mold my craft by broadcasting the Lady Gator home basketball games.
So I now invite you to tune-in to my broadcasts of Gator basketball you can check the basketball schedule here if you'd like.  To tune into our broadcasts go here, during the games you can chat with the other people listening but also you can listen to me and through that you can judge me.  I'm open to people telling me what they think.  A perfect place to do that would be to comment here on this blog....since it's mine.