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Al Qaeda: The Looming Terror An AC360 investigation into the formation of al Qaeda, where they are now, and their illusive leader. Tomorrow night, 10 p.m. ET -CNN.com, 11 November 2007 A little over ninety years ago, Vlad Lenin completed…

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Greatest Comeback Ever? (or: 7-50)

I’m well aware that I haven’t posted in a while, and this isn’t really a “real” post anyway. The holiday season is hitting full stride and people have been crazy at work and at home. It’s a three-day weekend, but…

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Smells Like Grandmothers

Glide has several buildings in the Tenderloin, and while I primarily work at one (the Family, Youth and Childcare Center), I often have occasion to visit the others, especially the “main” building at 330 Ellis. This building is the home…

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Bipolar Schizophrenia

I change my mind about everything so often these days that I feel like I’m seven different people. At least I’m not alone. I was going to write a post all weekend. I know, I still haven’t managed one on…

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At the Zoo

Early this morning, we posted a new video for The Mep Report, my former podcast with which I still interact from time to time: Most of the material is old, but it’s repackaged in a nifty new way intended to…

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This is Where the Summer Ends

…in a flash of pure destruction no one wins. Go nuclear. Nuclear… The calm the beach and the remains… -Ryan Adams, “Nuclear” Trick or treat. It’s Halloween, in many ways my favorite day of the year. I am blessed to…

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At the ER

Someone told me it’s all happening at the ER. A day ago at this time, I was still holed up in the charming waiting room of Kaiser’s Oakland Emergency Room. I was waiting for Emily, as I had been for…

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School of Hotel Management

On my walk home from Glide each day, I pass by the back end of the Hilton. The Hilton on the edge of San Francisco’s Tenderloin is a gargantuan 46-story hotel that Wikipedia tells me is the largest lodging facility…

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Getting Through Sunday Somehow

It’s a bit of a cliche in my family (both families, I suppose – that which I share with my parents and that which I share with Emily) that Sunday night is a dreadful time to be conscious. I expect…

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