It's a dead man's party...

Here's my latest in the Pacific Sun's special "death" issue released today...

"Salt of the earth": A R.I.P.-roaring glance at the world's second-oldest profession--graveyard caretaker...(see photo below)

"She's Goth-a have it": Nothing transcends beauty like a youthful obsession with death...

There's other cool stuff in this issue, too, like art director and punk goddess Beth Allen's piece on taxidermy--"Life on the roadkill" and Maureen Dixon's "Dead Letter Offices" about where mail goes when it doesn't have a clear destination. Again, it's always better to download the PDF document of the issue so you can see the photos but anyway...Check 'em out!

And Happy Halloween all!

F@#king cool photo of the week...

PHOTO BY JAMES HALL

Just did an interview with this dude John Kelley who manages a cemetery in Marin. The article comes out later this week in the Pac Sun (along with another piece about Goth subculture--yeah, it's still in me) but this photo (which we'll likely not be using) is so cool I just had to post it right away...

I wanna go baack...to my cit-ay by the baayeaaay!

I forgot to mention that Sasha and I went to see Journey, Heart and Cheap Trick last month (9/26/08) with a couple of her co-workers-- we ended up road-tripping four hours for a normally two-hour tour to just outside of Sacramento at this hell-hole called Sleep Train Pavilion in the dust-filled middle of nowhere. Sash and I thought it appropos to guzzle cans of beer on the way there, only to discover, to our horror, that traffic on a late Friday afternoon to Sac-Town is not only hellacious and po-dunk scary, but there is nary a restroom or gas station en route.

Well, anyway... Heart rocked serious womynly ass (we completely missed Cheap Trick) but their set was way too short, and Journey's new Filipino front singer was such a vocal deadringer for Steve Perry, it was ridiculous (but in a really good way). Unfortunately, after the novelty of an Asian Steve Perry (but better) wore off, and the mulletted mayhem back with us in the nosebleed-seats grew to frightening proportions, and our thumbs grew calloused with burns of our lit waving lighters (Journey has a fuck-load of ballads, eh??!), we were kinda over it.

Whoa-ohoh-ohwhoaohohhhh...

Bringing home the bacon...

Here's my latest feature in the Pacific Sun about some local women who work in the media: "Women on women: With media coverage of women in the national spotlight, we put the microphone to six of Marin's XX-chromosomed media mavens."