Feeding the Soul to Stop Brain Mush

This is how I began the day--with a column by Mark Morford from 2007--something Victor Turks gave me.  "Reading Shakespeare prevents brain mush and feeds the soul."

I miss Mark Morford, but at least I still have Shakespeare for those moments when "a giant mallet made of sponge cake and road tar and death" hits me.  Morford began his column (and resorting to Shakespeare) in front of the TV with its dribble "loud garish inanity" that he said "would make a small monkey hit itself in the face with a brick.  But I've got to stop quoting from Morford and get back to my brain and soul--and the kind of breakfast I provide them this morning.

The front page of teh SF Chronicle has headlines like "Projects capture Octavia's renewal/Retail, residential space to fill void on boulevanrd" by John King (urban critic) and "Parents get support--kids get to school."  (Parents sometimes say the school is too far away--or they don't know where it is.  Overall they are "overwhelmed with life.")  I read "Google redoes rules to keep its 'Googliness.'"  What can we say to substitute for cleanliness in "Cleanliness is next to Googliness?"  "Crises uproot 51 million--the most since World War II."  "House votes to curb NSA surveillance of American" but foreigners are fair game, and the Repulbican HOuse approved a $570 billion defense bill that halts any Guantanamo transfers for a year.

I was really interested in Joshua Kosman's "met allows a hijacking of artistic integrity" about Metropolitan Opera's Peter Gelb, who decided not to Simulcast Klingoffer because of pressure from the Anti-Defamation League, who calls it anti-Semitic "one of the most glib and reductive epethets available in our discourse.  More after I get back from our KAST party in PH.