Coming for a Visit?

Some friends and relatives are coming to visit us in Crescent City this summer. They know we left the BIG CITY and live in a small town not far from the border with Oregon.

How small? Depends on who you ask. The following article will help you understand our own confusion on this:

Census Story

As a math guy, the most interesting component of the story is that, having annexed the prison, we've basically doubled the population. Now, they're not really in Crescent City and there's only been one escape I believe, but that does mean that there's at least one killer/rapist/gangster/drug lord/Hannibal Lechter at the prison up the road for every man, woman, and child in town.

Don't get me wrong. I don't know anyone that worries about that in my town. Still, I can't help but be reminded of the pre-Civil war towns in the South that wound up with greater slave populations than free populations and the concerns that gave rise to.

None of this is supposed to keep all our friends and relatives away. Come on up and see us. The Dude is wagging his tail in anticipation. These are just the musings of a former academic with a computer and a blog.

Video Poems

My friend Jobie has a new video on YouTube. It's somewhat of a tribute to "Out of the Box" thinking. There's certainly no dirth of that in her family.

Ironically, you'll need to have a "box" to get her out-of-the-box-ness. If you do, here it is:

Lunchwalking with Court

It was great day in San Francisco for a lunchwalk. I started out at Cittio's downtown office and walked over to Metreon.

Went upstairs to the comic store where I got Roberto's "300" book and...it was gone! Closed, deceased, no more. Nothing new has been put in the space yet. Just closed up.

Next step in the journey was leaving Metreon and walking over to the

Samovar Tea Room.
Thought about having lunch there but wasn't ready yet.

So I wandered back down to Market Street and then to the Cable Car line at Powell. I walked up Powell and thought I'd try lunch at Betty Boop's. I haven't eaten there in a while. Got there and...Betty Boop's is gone, deceased, and no more! (Maybe I'm not getting out enough!) Now it's Herbert's Mexican Grill. Ole, Herbert!

Walked on to Union Square, where I listened to Miko Marks and her band do a couple of tunes from her latest CD, browsed an outdoor art exhibition, and then I headed back down Geary.

I wound up at Crocker Galleria

where I visited Chili Up (which, strangely, was still there) and had a bowl of the World-Famous Hoofless Mushroom chili.

Chatted with a nice lady about the pros and cons of the Jawbine Bluetooth earpiece ( I am pro-Jawbone) since she saw me wearing mine.

Finally, rolled back into the office for round 2, the Wednesday edition of Court: The Cittio Years.

More Family Showing Up!

Jasmyne got an email from the wife of my youngest nephew, Kelby. We hadn't seem him since he was a little boy.

Now he's married and a dad, living in Atlanta and running his own magazine.

It's great to have him back amongst the Cannicks!

Hope they'll get out to California soon for a visit.

Farewell, Jeri and Suresh!!

Today I attended a luncheon to say good-bye to Jeri and Suresh at the legendary Henry's Hunan Restaurant.

I'm all choked up so here are a few pictures from the occasion:



Live long, and prosper, y'all.

Fathers' Day Requiem

Happy Fathers' Day to all my friends who are dads. It remains, to me, the toughest job you'll ever love.

This is an especially poignant Father's Day as about a half-dozen friends who mentored me as father figures over the years passed on this year. It's been a sad time. I miss them all

My friend Jon became a dad for a second time when he and his wife Paula adopted their second son, Cole. My friend Ross also became a father for the second time, the old-fashioned way.

3 for 3 on Fathers' Day chats with my girls. Thanks, ladies!














Fathers' Day at Pebble Beach. Angie and I spent the morning down on the beach playing a little frisbee with the Dude!

The Dude poses with his Frisbee.