In case you’ve been living on Mars, in a cave, with your fingers in your ears, here’s some stuff that might get your blood boiling.
Won’t somebody please think of the children!?!
Dana and I had the opportunity to see the Dalai Lama speak in Berkeley yesterday. Through a series of more than fortunate events, not only did we get tickets to the Greek Theater, we got front row tickets. And, by the way, sitting directly behind us, was James Hetfield, Metallica front man, and his family.
The fifteen-year-old-kid in me, who played Metallica covers in his junior high school band, wants to gloat about that, wants to say irreverently that he got better tickets than James Hetfield. But there’s not much to say and I suspect you’d rather hear about what the Dalai Lama had to say.
This isn’t meant to be a resounding critique of Tricycle, but y’all know how much I like beating up on them. I’ll get it over it. This is, after all, a new era of unity and embracing those with whom we differ. Or something.
After the torch route was shifted to the other side of town, one of the torch bearers (an American woman from the Bronx) unfurled a Tibetan flag. She was promptly removed from the relay by the SF Police, literally pushed off into the crowd, and had her flag confiscated.