they told me long ago
we must keep up with the joneses
and so we lost our horse
bought a car, a fridge
a tv, a microwave, a personal
computer, an answering machine
cellphone, email, you get the
idea, now A.I., euphemism
for ending humanity, too strong?
no, not really, and again they
say it is inevitable, you must
learn to live with the robots
because the waymos are
here, they aren’t going away
because someone, somewhere
is making too much money to
slow it down, so we teach our
children how to write papers with
machines doing the the work, because
well, this is the future, post-writing
when whatever we people think
doesn’t really matter, only the algorithm
knows, it knows where we go
what we watch, when we sleep
it predicts our next purchase, predicts
the future, is the future, resist
whatever that means
Author: @DwPolk
Stream #1
what i should do
is not hesitate
like in the past
go boldly into
this blue ink
nothing, it is
everything, but
only for me
in this second
i try to tell the truth
and nothing but
what i’ve learned on tv
those sitcoms like
three’s company
and imagine
that all of life could
be the regal beagle
a stage set in
the 80’s, and yet
this goes on, we call
it netflix, my old
nemesis, my old
friend, what i should do
i don’t, the humans
make mistakes
the revolution
will be televised
but there will
never be a
revolution
Happy New Year’s!

Pescadero Beach

After lunch at Duarte’s!
Winter Ballet Recital

Sloane is on the far right.
The Nutcracker at San Francisco State

End of Ristorante Ideale

Maurizio (married to my cousin Shanna), sold Ideale after 31 years. I have so many memories of the restaurant in North Beach, San Francisco. You can read more here: https://www.sfgate.com/food/article/sf-ideale-restaurant-sold-after-three-decades-19857931.php
The Beauty of Trimmed Baseball Cards
I’m personally a fan of trimmed cards. If the image of the ballplayer is clear, the card still holds value for me!
Budweiser
king of beers, with
horses trotting through snow
men holding cans
red and white
etched on coolers, on
tap handles, pulled by
bartenders, all over this
land, we love to
drink it up, cold
those majestic bubbles
eventually go stale sitting in
plastic red cups, or on
stained shoes, missed drips
unsteady moments, swerving
to get home
no, not royalty
but it can rule us
this little liquid
we love it so
Thornton Beach With Hudson


