The Helytimes California Voter Guide

Really impressed with the LA Podcast well-argued voter guide.  The LA Times has a thorough one.  Read a few others, and here I present my picks for anyone who wants to vote a straight Helytimes ticket.

GOV: Gavin Newsom

not psyched about it.  California should have a cool Governor.  

LT. GOV: Ed Hernandez

SoS: Alex Padilla



Not even sure why but I love Fiona Ma.

AG: Xavier Becerra

INS COMMISH: Ricardo Lara

State Board of Equalization 3rd: Tony Vazquez 

Going on @ONLX rec here, they both sound bad.  I admire the case for abstaining.  

SENATE: Dianne Feinstein

There’s a fine case for Kevin De Leon, Feinstein voted for the Iraq War and stuff.  But KDL took $5,000 from Cadiz Water Corp, which is trying to steal water from the Mojave National Preserve and sell it to Orange County.  Then he helped kill AB 1000, which would’ve stopped this.  To me, that’s just such a petty and direct corruption on an issue I care about.  I’m sure he thought he could get away with it. 

I guess I’m a one issue voter, which is letting bighorn sheep drink from Bonanza Spring

Dianne Feinstein has her things but to my mind she’s also fairly heroic.  I’d prefer a Senator not be a million years old, but then again the very word comes from the Latin meaning “old man.”  

US House of Representatives: Adam Schiff

For your state reps I’d ask LA Podcast, I voted for my local Dems:

BEN ALLEN for Sen,

RICHARD BLOOM was my only option for Assembly.


Went with LA Podcast for Appeals Judges.

NO on Corrigan, yes on all the others for Appeals

For Judges I went:

SAUCEDA  (LA Times says Coletta, they both sound good to me)

HUNTER (LA Times says Michel)



Superintendant of Public Instruction: Tony Thurmond

Both Times and LA Podcast went Thurmond.  

County Assessor: Prang

Sheriff: McDonnell

crazy contest with no good answer imo.  LA Times and LA Podcast split.  

State Propositions

Prop 1 – Bonds for Housing Assistance: YES

Prop 2 – Mental Illness Housing: YES

Prop 3 – Water Bonds: YES

this one’s a push, went with LA Podcast over LA Times

Prop 4 – Hospital Bonds: YES

Prop 5 – Property Tax Transfer: NO

Prop 6 – Gas and Vehicle Tax: NO

Prop 7 – Daylight Savings Time: YES

Prop 8 – Caps on Dialysis: NO

LA Podcast says don’t vote

Prop 10 – End Rent Control Restrictions: YES

Prop 11 – Ambulance Workers: NO

Prop 12 – Cage Free Animals: YES

LA County

Measure W (flood control): YES

LA  City

Measure B (municipal bank): YES

sounds like a stupid measure but whatever

Measures E and EE: YES and YES



Sunday Scrapbasket

  • Work by Ai Weiwei at Marciano Foundation:
  • down the docks, San Pedro:
  • Good illustration of Satan in the Wikipedia page for him:

from Strange Tales From A Chinese Studio (1740) by Pu Songling

  • Looking into the history of the USA and Chile, found this.

  Declassified notes Richard Helms, CIA director, took at a September 15, 1970 meeting at the White House

game plan

make the economy scream

  • This is a take I didn’t know I had until I saw it expressed:

of course.  these rascals hired her and they knew who she was.  it didn’t work for them like it did for Fox so they threw her under the bus, but they’re no more principled than she is.

  • moving books around:


  • happy fate to be in attendance at the longest World Series game ever played.  Beginning:



Linda Siddick Napaltjinpa is the new Warlimpirrnga Tjapaltjarri?


Sounds like it, from this review by Sarah Grisin, in the Canberra Times, of the show up at ANU.

Unlikely I’ll make it to Canberra by Dec. 16.  Somebody go for me!

Who would like to take a walk?

Along European Long-Distance Path E8?

Ron Hansen

found in my notes some quotes from an interview with novelist Ron Hansen:

You may pray to God for guidance about some decision in your life, and God might say, ‘Look inside yourself and see what you want. It’s not necessary for you to be a priest. It’s not necessary for you to be married. It’s whatever you decide.’ In essence, God says, ‘Surprise me.’ We’re co-creators in a lot of ways, and what God relishes most about us is our creative freedom.

How about this:

For me, each Mass has a plot. It’s a kind of murder mystery. There is for me within the liturgy a sense of the importance of this celebration-this reenactment of the conspiracy and murder and resurrection of an innocent man. Here’s a man who on the eve of his betrayal celebrates dinner with his friends. Then he’s led away and whipped and has all these terrible things happen to him. But at the end the story we find out it’s a comedy, because it has such a wonderful, happy ending. And we get to share in it, in this mystery of the redemption.

love the idea of Mass as murder mystery slash comedy.

The opening of Ron Hansen’s The Assassination of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford:

He was growing into middle age and was living then in a bungalow on Woodland Avenue.  Green weeds split the porch steps, a wasp nest clung to an attic gable, a rope swing looped down from a dying elm tree and the ground below it was scuffed soft as flour.  Jesse installed himself in a rocking chair and smoked a cigar down in the evening as his wife wiped her pink hands on a cotton apron and reported happily on their two children.  Whenever he walked about the house, he carried serval newspapers – the Sedalia Daily Democrat, the St. Joseph Gazette, and the Kansas City Times – with a foot-long .44 caliber pistol tucked into a fold.  He stuffed flat pencils into his pockets.  He played by flipping peanuts to squirrels.  He braided yellow dandelions into his wife’s yellow hair.  He practiced out-of-the-body travel, precognition, sorcery.  He sucked raw egg yolks out of their shells and ate grass when sick, like a dog.  He would flop open the limp Holy Bible that had belonged to his father, the late Reverend Robert S. James, and would contemplate whichever verses he chanced upon, getting privileged messages from each.  The pages were scribbled over with penciled comments and interpretations; the cover was cool to his cheek as a shovel.  He scoured for nightcrawlers after earth-battering rains and flipped them into manure pails until he could chop them into writhing sections and sprinkle them over his garden patch.  He recorded sales and trends at the stock exchange but squandered much of his capital on madcap speculation.  He conjectured about foreign relations, justified himself with indignant letters, derided Eastern financiers, seeded tobacco shops and saloons with preposterous gossip about the kitchens of Persia, the Queen of England, the marriage rites of the Latter Day Saints.  He was a faulty judge of character, a prevaricator, a child at heart.  He went everywhere unrecognized and lunched with Kansas City shopkeepers and merchants, calling himself a cattleman or commodities investor, someone rich and leisured who had the common touch.


Whenever I need a boost in either comedy or idyllic poetry I just call upon the muse Thalia

Yes to this lifestyle


says the National Archive.

Michael Reynolds would make bricks out of cans.

“More cans dude?”

Getting the cans seems like the fun part.

Here’s a 2014 Business Insider article by Christina Sterbenz about him.

Presidential puppies

Gerald Ford’s puppies.


from Collection GRF-WHPO: 
White House Photographic Office Collection (Ford Administration)

in our National Archives.


Sun Tzu and Ovitz

From a list of cool things in Michael Ovitz memoir:

10. Sun Tzu Move II: “I’d wash my hands 30 times a day and insist that my assistants not touch my food.”

11. As a result, he never got sick, except when he took vacations.

12. Sun Tzu Move III: “When the leading figures in television entered our lobby, we kept them waiting long enough to be spotted by anyone who happened to be in the building.”

by Richard Rushfield in his newsletter The Ankler ($45 a year to subscribe, recommended if you are interested in Hollywood).

Rushfeld points out, how many agents even have a favorite philosopher?

I got down this Penguin edition.  Impressed with this John Minford translation:

How do we even translate whatever character represents “dispositions”?

Whom did Ovitz consider “the enemy”? WMA?  When Sun Tzu used the word enemy, what other meanings could that word have had, in English, I wonder?

Dr. Melfi tells Tony Soprano if he wants to become a better gang leader, he should read Sun Tzu.  How much would it help him?



Re-resolve this Indigenous Peoples’ Day to return LA back to its original name of Yang-Na:



Hidden Springs of Crazy Horse-iana

Reread Larry McMurtry’s short life of Crazy Horse.  

Discovered something new: when No Water shot Crazy Horse for running away with his wife Black Buffalo Woman, he borrowed the gun he used from Bad Heart Bull.

This Bad Heart Bull was an uncle of Amos Bad Heart Bull, the ledger artist, who made this drawing of the death of Crazy Horse:

At the time of his death, Amos’ sketchbook was given to his younger sister, Dolly Pretty Cloud. In the 1930s, she was contacted by Helen Blish, a graduate student from the University of Nebraska, who asked to study her brother’s work for her master’s thesis in art. When Pretty Cloud died in 1947, her brother’s ledger book full of drawings was buried with her.

Before they were buried, the drawings were photographed by Blish’s professor, Hartley Burr Alexander, and they’re reprinted in this volume:

Amos Bad Heart Bull was only one of the Ledger Artists.

Much Ledger Art can be seen digitally through the Plains Ledger Art Project at UC San Diego.

Amos Bad Heart Bull’s work is vivid:

A literal translation of the Lakota word čhaŋtéšiče is “he has a bad heart”, but an idiomatic meaning is “he is sad.” Tȟatȟáŋka Čhaŋtéšiče would likely have been understood in the same way “Sad Bull” would be in English. When Lakota names are translated literally into English, they may lose their idiomatic sense.

Crazy Horse, Little Bighorn, these names alone are compelling enough.  Cavalrymen wiped out to the last man on the plains, these stories are interesting, or they have been to me as long as I remember.

This book couldn’t’ve been more what I wanted.  I first discovered it when TV commercials for the miniseries aired.

In my opinion the miniseries is damn good, but the book!  Part of what makes it so compelling is Connell sees how the telling of what happened, the attempt to figure out what happened, is as interesting as what happened itself.  The history of the history is as interesting as the history.

Connell starts his book with the troopers who discovered the stripped and mutilated bodies on the hillside, then takes us on a digressive journey towards how this happened, what happened, and what it all might mean, if anything.

Wikipedia presents this disputed picture of Crazy Horse.  It cannot be him.  He would never.  At Fort Robinson??  A desolate prairie outpost? This was taken in a city.  Etc.  From what we know of Crazy Horse, this is the opposite of what he would do.

But who knows?  Who is it?  Ghosts appear and disappear.

crazy horse

Crazy Horse had a daughter named They Are Afraid of Her.  She died, probably of cholera, McMurtry says, when she was three.

How about the legend of what happened at the Baker Fight:

In the middle of a frantic battle a man sits on the grass and smokes a pipe.

This occurred during what is sometimes called the Arrow Creek Fight, or the Baker Fight.

found that here.

Once spent some time on Google Maps trying to find the site of the Baker fight.

While reading about one of the few white men Crazy Horse trusted, Doctor Valentine McGillycuddy:

I find a reference to a thirteen volume set, Hidden Springs of Custeriana.

The hunt for hidden springs in the long pored-over records of the past.  The ledger photographed, then buried in Nebraska.





saw this while continuing in my struggle to wrap my head around the intersection of Canadian weed and the stock market.  As of this writing Nanaimo, BC based marijuana grower and extractor Tilray has a bigger market cap than Chipotle or the Kansas City Southern Railroad.

terry cantrell for wikipedia

Popbitch reporting Bill Cosby’s first meal in prison.  I mean I doubt prison food is good but in theory this sounded like a nice dinner to me. 

Cool that this photo, via the Japanese Space Agency, of the asteroid Ryugu, was taken 177 million miles from Earth.

Eve Babitz on Harrison Ford in Vanity Fair back in 2014.

What? from one of the Bloomberg newsletters.