My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

The San Francisco Chronicle is rumored to shortly cease publication. They blame the Internet. Bloggers. Craigslist for sucking all the ad money away. So this little neighborhood weekly newspaper called “The Richmond Review” has been on my mind. It’s pretty boring, very little investigative journalism happening there. The precinct cheif writes a little article about crime prevention. An interesting resident talks about their work. An old photograph of a building or streetcorner is given the “then and now” treatment. Yet, I really want to write for them. I want to be a part of a dying breed. Newspaper columnist. It’s so Mark Twain. And laugh, but the Richmond Review will outlast the Chronicle, the cities only daily.
I’ve been kicking around ideas with friends and came up with this angle – a metal detectors perspective of my neighborhood. For those of you that don’t know, the Richmond is boring. Old people live out here. Families and shit. Russian Orthodox priests. Dim Sum enthusiasts. How do I write for that mixed audience? It’ll be the biggest challenge of my writing career. It’s a four page paper. They fill neighbors in on library events. Free cardiovascular screenings for seniors at the Y. I want to be a part of something hyper local. In a part of the city many residents don’t even know exists. Me and my metal detector.

“You know what you could do? You could bring me my purple down vest hanging in the hallway there. It has scotch tape holding the down in, I don’t know why it comes out.”

That’s Barbara Champion, she’s like everyone’s favorite Grandmother. Glenn and Ian introduced me to her. I’m at her place moving furniture around.

“You find bees catch them and when you find flowers get a lot for the bees you have. Don’t let them go and keep them until they die.”

These were some wise words from the thank you notes the fourth grade class at Daniel Webster Elementary School in Daly City sent me. I went in last friday and showed them some bees in an observation hive and let them eat fresh honey. They were stoked.