Posts tagged “San Francisco

No on 15!

So Chris Culliver, number 15 on the San Francisco 49ers, came out against gays during an interview with Artie Lange saying the following:

“Nah, I don’t do the gay guys, man … I don’t do that,” said Culliver.

Lange then asked if there were any homosexual players were on the 49ers.

“No, we don’t got no gay people on the team,” said Culliver. “They gotta get up out of here if they do.”

“Can’t be with that sweet stuff,” continued Culliver. “Nah…can’t be…in the locker room man. Nah.”


To top it off, Mr. Culliver will most likely never see any repercussions on his statement. A statement released by the 49er’s offers a half ass apology.

What’s really awful about this is that we continually placate bigoted assholes and hold them to a lower standard. Whether it’s Garrison Hearst or Tracy Morgan, they get away with saying the most vile things against homosexuals.

Why is this? Just because this guy is going to the Superbowl? Does that supersede any measure of decency? If I had it my way, he would be suspended from the game, as well as the team. That is the only way to teach bigots a lesson. It’s sad enough that Michal Vic is still allowed to play after his dog fighting scandal.

Why do they get away with this? In my job, I would have been crucified if I said half the things they have said. Why is this different from Michael Richards going off on African Americans? His career was shattered after that. Why is this tolerated by the 49ers? Better yet, the NFL as a whole?

Can you imagine the amount of gay kids that look up to players and then they hear this? President Obama himself came out against bullying and made an It gets better video.

I dare, just one big corporate sponsor to pull out of the Superbowl. Send a message where it really hurts. Not to mention it would easily be the best way to show your solidarity to the LGBT community.


I guess the pressure was on, because on 1.31.13 the LGBT community received an apology… kind of:

In his apology, Chris Culliver says “The derogatory comments I made yesterday were a reflection of thoughts in my head, but they are not how I feel,”


What the fuck does that mean? Thoughts in my head but not how I feel? Are you fucking serious? I think Mr. Culliver is still mixed up, so I will explain it to him and all of us right here, right now.

What you thought is that you hate gays. What you feel is that you hate gays. 

What you are thinking in your head now, goes something along the lines of ‘Shit, I fucked up and created a big ol mess in the best gig I have ever had. Many people yelled at me, and now I have to do something about it… so I’m really sorry I fucked up… so um, yeah, it was just my thoughts and not my feelings…’

Give me a break.

A lot of people are throwing around the ‘in the closet’ card. Now there’s a lot of truth in that those who are first to object are usually those that want the dick, but I dismissed the theory at first. After further consideration I have to admit I am starting to reconsider; especially after this photo of the assailant surfaced:

Now, I’ve seen enough online profiles (believe me…) to know there is just something up with this picture. It’s indescribable as to how gaydar works (the scientist are still trying to figure it out), but my bells are ringing!

Maybe it’s just the pink bracelet.



I had a bad dream a few nights ago. Yes, you can call it a nightmare.

I was in a friend of the family’s new condo, and it was here in San Francisco. The family friend was sleeping, oddly enough his wife wasn’t in the picture. My mom was also there, asleep on the couch and as soon as I can remember, I see funnel clouds descending from the sky… actually a bunch of them (there were big glass windows to see out of).

Funny that in a city known for earthquakes my mind went to tornadoes.

So the place starts rocking, no, more tilting like a spinning top ready to fall over. There was this sculpture in one of the rooms that I created (not during this dream, it was just one of my pieces) with moving parts, not unlike a pendulum. I watched it swing around to show just how far the building was moving around, particularly a top piece yellow and chartreuse, that when it was perfectly horizontal meant I was in real trouble.

I recall running into an empty room and thinking ‘this feels just like being drunk’ (the bad kind) and running back out of that room. The condo was pretty sizeable, I ran around in a panic for some time, knowing at any time the foundation would give way and I would be a mingle of cement and glass soup on the street, another casualty of mother nature.

I also recall some other rooms in the condo while running around that were closed off, and for some reason I caught the notion that this is were the friend kept his porn.

I’m pretty sure my father was some where in the mix, but that might be from the (immediately?) previous dream which he and my mother were definitely in, along with the family friend as he was showing off his new deck that converts into a spa on button press. Yes, a deck that converts into a spa… kinda like one of those hidden pool things. This wasn’t in the condo though.

Then the swaying stopped and it cleared up. Soon after the son of the family friend came walking in and I said ‘Hi! Is the wife and child here too?’ He replied yes. This other three part family came in (Mother, Father, and Son) and asked about the tornadoes. I immediately launched into my panic mood again in descriptions of the ordeal and talking about the sculpture with the top piece. I was so exasperated talking about the experience I could hardly breathe.

And that was it.

My mind has drifted to sculpture on more than one occasion with several false starts. Maybe I will try my hand at it again. I seem to have this yellow and chartreuse piece in mind…

Art show January 26th!

So I got an email out of the blue about a week ago asking me if I want to show work…


I was ecstatic! The email was a reply from dropping off my business card months ago at Dada – an art bar in downtown San Francisco. It turns out it was just want I needed. I haven’t really painted anything since Open Studios (the Gears project I was working on has totally stalled – more on that another time) and shortly after I received this email, I started back in the studio. I have several ideas swirling around my head now that I’m getting dizzy, so we will see what happens (read: what work I can finish) before the show.

But, there’s a lesson here. Perseverance does pay off. I couldn’t be happier to be showing work, starting 2012 with a bang.