Dave Maass

If you haven’t read my piece on Theodore Streater, you ought to: “An ice cube’s chance in the Mojave Desert at high noon.”

Why should you read it? Well, I think it’s a good, if not weird, if not alarming, story. And, as you’ll see at the very end, I might get subpoenaed for it.

On a lighter note, here’s a fluffed Marlowe you can compare against the soaked Marlowe below. (Disregard the state of my floor).

Because it’s been awhile since I’ve posted adorable photos of Marlowe, here’s my teeny little girl at bathtime.

If you leave your dog shivering in the tub so you can grab your camera phone and shoot embarrassing of the soaked little thing to post on your web site, is that animal cruelty?

I just learned that the United Nations High Commissioner on Refugees plans to close the Krisan Refugee Camp in Western Ghana by the end of the year. It sounds like good news to me, but I’m not on the ground, you know? If you don’t remember, in 2005 Semantics King Jr and I exposed abuses against refugees at the camp.

Link to the article written for The Vision.

PDF of article written for Diplo magazine.

My new beverage obsession:

So, last night I was invited out to this event at the Limelight, put on by this company, Metaversatality, started by one of our contributors, Aaron Delwiche. Basically, it was a performance by somewhat mediocre folk singer Frogg Marlowe, which was simultaneously broadcast in the online virtual universe of Second Life. To give you an idea, here’s what Frogg Marlowe looked like at the Limelight:

Nothing special. Guy. Guitar. Harmonica. Hat. Beard. But here’s what was going on in Second Life:

Even less.  A frog strumming while a bunch of animal-ish avatars sit around him and chat. Yup.

Well, I’ve got to at least give everyone credit for trying something new, and perhaps paving the way for that William Gibson future all us sci-fi dorks dreamt about in junior high.

Yo! Scope out the crossword I made for the V-day.

Click here.

Chuck claims he wasn’t consciously drawing me into this weeks cover, but it’s blatantly me. Glasses, nose, hat, sunken-ish cheekbone.

Portions of me actually appear twice in this issue. I’m also the torso model for our “Pinche” t-shirts, which won’t make sense to anyone outside of San Antonio (and most inside as well). This one is a reference to the new arts n’ culture weekly the daily newspaper is launching in coming weeks. Fuck ‘em.

They say when you move to San Antonio, you put on 10 pounds. First one to point out my new paunch wins.

This is Florence Gbolu. She was my social justice trainee at the Ghanaian Chronicle when I was working with Journalists for Human Rights in 2005. This week Flo (or Flossie, her other nickname) set up a blog of her best articles at flossiehomework.blogspot.com. (She’s the one who gave me my scarf).

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