HappyFeet Travels

Things really started getting precarious for me during the week of April 25. That week, I worked a total of 4 hours for only $30. As the check balance continued to shrink, all the jobs I applied for seemed to go into the deep circular file of the trash can. I had nibbles and upcomings: a temp position at PC Personnel with a booked shift May 3 and potential shifts at Yerba Buena Gardens.

But Al’s Comics had become my meager bread and butter for the last few weeks. Al, a great guy and struggling small businessman, needs about 5 full-time employees to stay on top of his work load. Instead, he works nonstop and has a small group of folks who help him out. I showed up every Monday and Tuesday morning for a few hours to learn the register, some of the basic tasks, and help him help me. We’re both in tight situations, so he could only pay me a low wage. I didn’t mind because it fed me for a few days, got me out of the apartment, and got me access to reading comics. Al’s intention was to get me trained to work full days so he could do many of the tasks that he was behind on, and I was headed that way.

Later that Monday, I jumped onto Craigslist.org to see the job postings. I’d been applying for all kinds of jobs for weeks an only gotten the two upcomings. Today felt no different, except for a tingle when I applied to Teatro ZinZanni for a part time box office opening they had there. I was qualified, sent them my creative cv along with a simple cover letter, and expected to never hear back about it. An hour later Morgan, the box office manager, called me back for an immediate interview on Tuesday. I had two hours scheduled with Al so made it for 3pm.

The interview went great. Morgan told me 500 people had applied for the job and the first cut to 250 happened because half of the applicants didn’t write a cover letter. Morgan stressed the immediate start date of the position and the extreme flexibility for all of May. I assured him that I was very flexible for May, having almost no prospects of work and only potential shifts temping and with YBG. At the end of the interview, he asked me if I’d like to go to the show that Friday. A $135 ticket for free? I’m there! He asked me to describe the show and em it to him.

Meanwhile, YBG’s manager sent me an em to confirm my shifts for the first half of May. Two of those shifts I was given were for the Star Wars premiere benefit party. Being a lifelong SW geek, I HAD to work that shift, but couldn’t commit until the TZ job situation worked itself out. As the potential of my being hired by TZ grew, I had to contact Steve Cho at YBG to tell him that my nonschedule had become a maybe schedule so he was free to give away my shifts if the delay in confirmation caused any problems. He understood and said that I could contact him once my schedule was worked out.

Visiting Al with the updates got me even more excited. He was happy for my strong job nibbles and understood my maybe quitting the 4 hours I was working. At the same time, I kept telling him that I’d help him post items on eBay and wouldn’t mind taking digi pics of the stuff he wanted to sell. The first run was an autographed Star Trek card and a autographed, limited comic book. I eventually helped Al get into eBay, PayPal, etc. and post those items.

The Friday night at Teatro ZinZanni was amazing. I’d been years ago, but this show had different performers and a different menu. There was a great rope act performed by the busgirl. She kept getting tangled up and blowing the performance, but it was all intentional clowning. Kevin Kent, Cookie the chef, kept me in stitches the whole night. His clown bits presented each course and got more absurd as the show progressed. I had a good time and figured that I’d at least have this night to show for the interview process.

The following Monday, I had a Sunday em from Morgan asking for a second, immediate interview. We booked it for Tuesday after my first temp shift with PC Personnel. At that interview, I met the other box office workers. I gave them hard candy as bribes and found out that Candice knew Brian Livingston and had gone to see the Funky Puppet Supper last November. I left there feeling great about the interview but still had no expectations.

Later that night, while waiting for the Fillmore bus to go see Gang of Four at the Fillmore (a writing assignment I took for Indybay), Morgan called me and offered me the job. I began immediately the next morning at 10am and couldn’t say no. I’d get the schedule for May at noon and couldn’t change the dates, so I could then work out all of the other scheduling issues. I got so excited at the bus stop that I kept interrupting Morgan. I finally had a steady gig in show business like I’d wanted for months!

My commute was fresh and exciting. Riding the old, historic street cars would be a fun way to get to work each day. Later, I found out that the F Line could be unreliable (full cars pass you by, you can wait and never get a train, etc.), but the commute down the Embarcadero made me feel like I’d just moved to San Francisco.

One of the many photo moments during my commute on the historic F-line trains

My new commute destination: Pier 29 and Teatro ZinZanni’s tent structure

Fresh air, blue skies, and Coit Tower look down on the TZ box office

There’s a good bit for me to learn, with alot of paperwork and details to remember, but I’m already picking it up and enjoying the job. I went out with the box office staff my second day at work (Cinco de Mayo) and had a tequila shot to celebrate all the promotions and hirings. Everybody works hard and has been great in helping me out. I’m sure more thoughts about my TZ job will pop up on here in the future.

So what about the Yerba Buena Gardens shifts? Once Morgan gave me my May schedule, I immediately called Steve Cho to confirm the two Star Wars shifts. They were the only ones for the whole month that I could fit into my TZ schedule, the movie premiere benefit making May 12 a 14 hour day! Before I even clocked in that day, I knew that I was going to have a good time. There were stormtroopers all over the Metreon. The Emperor and Darth Vader were wandering around, as well as Han Solo and Chewbacca. Even R2-D2 crawled around the tent area.

George walks by my pass-checking station

I spent most of the night at the gate to the tented area checking passes and keeping people from wandering in to the private area. George Lucas walked by a total of three times and stopped once to sign autographs after the show. There were other stars there, but I had no idea what they looked like. The work wasn’t that hard, and I was given breaks to eat the catered food in the tent and sneak into one of the viewings (I caught 20 minutes worth and will only say that R2-D2 kicked ass!). I called my childhood friend Mark to tell him where I was and what was happening. We geeked on it for a few minutes before I had to go to work.

“This is not the worker you’re looking for. Your business is done here, move along.”

Things got a bit crazy after the viewing. Mayor Gavin Newson called an auction of Star Wars stuff, sounding extremely happy, yet fake, while he did it. This was for charity, and raised thousands, but ended oddly with some other guy saying “Live long and prosper.” Gavin covered the gaff well with a “and may the force be with you.”

Gavin works the crowd after auctioning off Star Wars schwag for charity

Pod called me to go out for a drink and I told him to grab my camera and get his ass over here. He got to shoot a few pics of me with the stormtroopers, and have a few stiff drinks, but didn’t make it in time to get a good shot of them inside the Metreon (ah, the irony). Two other friends wandered by and ended up inside. I saw them doing the electric slide and the YMCA…to my dismay. One faithful fan, who wore a suit and had tried several times to talk his way in, finally got in at the end and got one of the leftover bags of schwag that the attendees walked away with.

So after only one week of having a 4 hour gig, I found myself working over 40 hours. The sleep, meditation, and visits to CELLspace just didn’t happen. I did keep up with the Tai Chi but had to run down the Embarcadero to catch the BART train to get to class my first Monday at TZ. Damn F line…

And what about Al? He’s slowly getting hooked on posting items for auction on eBay. I met up with him this past Sunday to shoot some loot for him to post. Checked in on him while I was doing laundry and the Lily Munster model was hot already. I’m now on call to help him with computer training and to shoot loot for him to post, so I’m glad I’m still able to help him out.

One of the great covers I photographed for Al’s Comics’ new eBay blitz

Ah, the smell of stability. Stencil Archive is finally online in a reasonable form worth mentioning to the outside world. After about 6 or 7 months of stencil pain from various fronts, deleted postings or otherwise, Spring of 2005 brought a fresh blooming of creative goodness.

The stencil mural I worked on with Josh MacPhee and a few other artists looks great and has been well-received by the neighborhood.

I just got the permissions to work in Stencil Archive’s photo albums. What exactly does this mean? After months of collecting a stencil pics backlog, now numbering in the high hundreds, I can now get in there, fix some errors, and post an ass-load of art from all over the world. I haven’t stopped shooting stencils in the Bay Area, and a few amazing souls have braved the troubled waters of Stencil Archive to submit pics when they found those rare openings of past stability.

I have to say that there are other sites out there that are really holding the stencil community together right now. Many artists have started their own photoblogs of stencils, while others are creating their own dynamic sites. I’m still very happy to see that support for art form gets bigger and better, and I hope that folks will start stopping by, or subscribe to my RSS feeds, to see the new uploads on my site. It’s all about community to me, so I look forward to getting back in to that routine of putting new pics online regularly and eming amazing artists and fans.

I also had a good visit with Klutch while he was in town supporting the Vinyl Killers community at Hotel des Arts. We spent an evening wandering around the Mission looking at all kinds of graff. I also got to see the vinyl on the walls of the hotel, and will of course post pics on to my site.

May 1, Mia Rovegno premiered a segment of Street Level TV that had myself and Josh MacPhee chatting up all things stencils, and walking around Valencia St. looking at different art. Called “Stencil Art Archivists,” Mia got really jazzed about the street art world and thinks that it might be a bit of a larger piece she wants to create. She’s currently planning on taking the segment to NYC, and Pod might take it to Berlin.

Finally, I recently got a call from the San Francisco Art Institute asking for a copy of my Scott Williams archive. Scott is receiving an award from SFAI and will have a show there in the near future. They were grateful to receive about 800 megs of pics that I’ve taken and collected over the years. I seem to be his main archivist, so it felt good to contribute to his show and award celebration.

So where to start? I guess I’ll hit up those archives and dig into some major photo uploading for the next week or three. If only I had the free time that I did two weeks ago….

When the documentary “Zizek!” rolled onto the screen, an unkempt man stood in a generic, almost suburban setting, and described a bleak picture for humanity and our so-called love for one another. Slovenian philosopher Slavoj Zizek, the man standing on the manicured lawn, stayed in the lobby of San Francisco’s Roxy Theater until this scene ran. He admitted, in a talk after the viewing, that watching that scene dropped him into a “suicidal depression,” and that the whole documentary was like having your eye taken out of its socket so that you could watch yourself.

Not knowing much about Zizek’s critical theory beyond what a friend and fan had described to me, I found the man on screen to be a compelling thinker and eccentric genius. Mixing his love for film, modern culture, Lacan, Marx, and Hegel into extremely focused thoughts and ideas left my exhausted brain wanting more. Throughout the documentary, clips of Zizek’s interview with a too-happy, air-headed TV feature journalist run to the amusement of the Roxie’s audience. One of the documentaries last scenes shows the journalist bouncing in his seat, exclaiming “I never though I’d have so much fun talking about this!” Leaving the theater, I had to agree that watching Zizek’s life, and listening to his thoughts, was a deep, humorous, perplexing, and highly entertaining experience.

Producer Astra Taylor gave me a brief introduction about the project. Funded via The Documentary Campaign and the Canadian Conference of the Arts (CCA), Taylor and editor Laura Hanna’s film crew spent one and a half years on the documentar, finishing the project the night before the Roxie’s April 21 sneak preview. They flew the documentary to San Francisco to show it while Zizek visited the area and plan on a Fall premiere on the festival circuit.

Between shots of his readings to packed houses in Buenos Aires and New York City, the viewer is allowed to watch Zizek analyze his son’s playing, speak about how his Stalin poster scares some people away, and stand horrified as a fan tracks him down for an autograph. At one point he shows the camera crew his kitchen, and all the clothes that he as apparently staged in the drawers and cabinets. Another scene shows him standing in awe of a stairwell featured in Hitchcock’s “Vertigo,” and then feigning a death by suicide at the bottom of the long drop. The audience consistently laughs at his quips, asides, and frenetic reactions to the various subjects that race through his mind. The Chronicle of Higher Education calls him “the Elvis of cultural theory” but my take is that he is “the Groucho Marx of cultural theory.”

Aside from the man himself, and the odd portrayal of his life on screen, Zizek’s nonstop monologues takes the whole documentary to a much deeper and thought-provoking level. Many categories are touched, but parts of the film are broken into segments such as ideology, philosophy, and psychoanalysis. He speaks about Lacan as we watch an extremely sterile French TV video of his hero, and he mixes Stalin and Marxism into many of his dialogs. To do justice to the content of this deep thinking, I think I would have to watch the documentary a few more times to reliably discuss the many details of his thoughts.

Like the TV journalist, I had a great time watching an entertaining documentary about one of the 21st century’s foremost thinkers. My friend feared that the documentary would be dry and stuffy like a recent film he watched about Derrida, and he was glad to get to laugh at Zizek’s oddities. And to have the light atmosphere with the heavy philosophical subject matter created a great balance for the laypersons who think deep but do not dive into books on thought.

After the viewing, Slavoj Zizek sat in front of the audience and spoke about the documentary and explained “what he was trying to do” as a philosopher. Analyzing the documentary, Zizek decided to “mock private details” about himself to show how they were irrelevant. “Read my books to understand me as a person,” he said, noting later that “Opera’s Second Death” was a “book from my heart.” He also criticized his own story by stating that he was not a recluse and in fact works closely with “six or seven collaborators” as a “collective philosopher.” He also said that he doesn’t raise his son in a vacuum, and joked that his son was “a good Stalinist.”

While reviewing notes, Zizek told the audience why he was a philosopher. He does not want to explain and account for the unaccountable, and instead wants to “render strange something we accept as given.” Seeing things in a new way to “help us get a small shift of perspective to see the unexpected, implicit consequences” of thought and actions. “We do not know where we truly are,” he stated, adding “we do not know what is really going on. We are in a radical crisis,” he concluded.

Hinting upon subjects that currently interest him, Zizek mentioned our extended use of computers as a means of redefining what what it means to be human. He also noted his interest in how the historical foundation of the radical right stems from the radical left in the United States. “John Brown was a crucial figure to radical history…. Kansas embodies the tragedies of American radical politics.”

As a tepid Q&A session ended, Slavoj Zizek awkwardly walked up the aisle to go to a table and sign autographs for people. As I stood there watching him meet and greet, no one attempted to engage him in a discussion beyond a “thank you.” Wondering what I could possibly ask a man who’s IQ was twice mine, I stood there speechless as well. Before his low-key exit, I did get to answer a question of his, in my mind at least. Zizek was wondering where Modern Times bookstore was, and everyone in the lobby could answer that question. As he walked out the door, I had to agree with him on his main point of the night. As a philosopher, Zizek gave me a taste of that “small shift” in my thinking.