The DNA Lounge is being attacked by the California Alcohol Beverage Control board. In response to JWZ’s post and Violet Blue’s article in the Chronicle, I wrote a letter to my supervisor, David Campos and a few other supervisors. It went a little like this:
Supervisor Campos, Mirkarimi, Dufty,
Could you please look into the matter of the ABC (Alcoholic Beverage Control) attacking the DNA Lounge, a night club in the city.
I have been to the DNA Lounge on several occations and can say definitively that it is a very well run, well kept, clean, and eminently enjoyable place to spend an evening. The management does absolutely everything required of the city to run a good establishment.
The harshness of the penalties being sought against the club are entirely out-of-line with the offenses.
Business regulations exist for a good reason, to protect the public. It certainly appears in this case that the ABC is trying to wield their power inappropriately. They are not protecting the public but their egos.
Do not let the ABC bully you into thinking that they are right on this matter. They are not. They are just bullying because that is what bullies do.
Thank you,
Lee C. Sonko
[contact information redacted]
go to wikipedia, go to a random article. that is your band name.
go to random quotes and the last few words of the last quote on the first page is your album title.
go to flickr and explore the last seven days. the third picture is your album cover.
I rode my bike to Extra Space Storage on Folsom. I had accidentally driven over the tail end of a moving truck’s ramp and I was going there to pay the guy to repair it. I wasn’t driving over because my car just the other night started sounding “bad”. Maybe a rear-right tie-rod is broken. Whenever I turn left or right, it makes this *thunk* like someone hit the side of the car with a baseball. :-(
So I’ve paid the guy and I’m getting ready to ride home and I find that I have a flat front tire on my bike. That is in addition to the slow leak on the rear tire I discovered the other day. Feh. So I walked to Box Dog Bikes but they were closed for renovations (they’ll open in a day or three, so said the guys there). So I walked to Valencia Cyclery and got a $5 patch kit. The thought of paying $40 for them to repair both my tires made me unhappy…
Feh.
But at least my dad called and told me that lonza was on its way to me shortly! Italian specialty meats will be my new avocation!
If you are a friend of mine and want to use the service mentioned below via my website, give me a buzz. You won’t have to install anything on your computer. You’ll be able to read your friends’ “Friends-only” posts with Google Reader or any other service that reads RSS feeds.
Google Reader can’t read Livejournal Friends-only posts. That is a bother. It means that you have to log in to Livejournal when you want to read your friends’ “private” posts. I hate having to log in to different RSS readers which means I rarely read my friend’s private posts on Livejournal :-( ….. until now :-)
Scatmania wrote a proxy tool that makes it so your Friends-only posts can be seen by Google Reader. He released the tool as open source. Thank you Scatman Dan!
My good friend John T (Tiberious?) Finnegan died last year. His community was most solidly defined by playing NERO. Michael Ventrella told me about his death and directed me to the Nero Alliance online forum where many people came to mourn him. Here are the the pages of this memorial as of 2-20-09.
Note: You’ll probably want to right-click and open these images in a new window. Otherwise they will look like long, illegible strips
Oh and also… the Chairman of the FDIC wants to fucking give all of MY money to the thieves and shyters that gave and got bad home loans over the last several years. Listen to her give away MY money in this NPR interview: FDIC Head Sees Wide Benefit From Foreclosure Plan
The primary benefit to the American people of course being that I won’t be able to buy a cheap house that was forclosed on from one of these bastards.
“Bastard” isn’t an entirely appropriate term. Only the lenders that knew they were making bad loans should be called that. The people that were buying them should be called “idiots”.
Being human, I often worry about not fitting in, not being good enough, not being… blah blah blah. Geez, you’d think after 30 or 40 years, I’d have gotten over all that. But no.
Well, here is a reminder to myself that things are ok on that front.
Here are some compliments I’ve received in the last couple weeks, copied and pasted directly from emails:
I woke up yesterday morning thinking about you, so I think I must have been dreaming about you. I bet it was nice. :)
always remember we would love to see you some time!
Thanks again.
Best regards,
Peace,
Hugs
Right on Lee! Thanks! See you tomorrow
Thank you. It was nice meeting you too. do you have a myspace? most cool,
funny story: the other week I actually went to plain old lee.org… since the minute I learned your name I wanted to sing the Tenacious D song at you, but I was like ‘mehhh, he might not know what the hell I’m talking about, and then I’d just look silly…’
yay! sounds like a productive night!
Great minds!
aWWWWWWWeeeeeesome!
This doesn’t include the compliments paid to me in person and on the phone. So now I can officially let go of my angst.
