Last week's winner, the San Jose Metro: Gary Singh wants the San Jose flea market to move to City Hall. Folks moving from city to city to run for office -- hey, at least they actually move into the city they want to represent down in the South Bay. Ed Jew, take a note! Cover: yay the environment, reduce your carbon footprint by buying a Prius. There's a gymnastics meet on the Olympics circuit this weekend. Stick the landing! Judd Apatow continues to have problems writing good female characters. A local guy's short films are really good. They screen Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes in a movie theater in Campbell? The new Philip Glass symphony sounded really good in Santa Cruz. Central Vietnamese food in a new Vietnam Town Santana Row-ish setting, And mmmm, stone fruit.
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Of all the classes we skipped to play fossball in high school, we never though we'd regret cutting Home Ec. But truth be told, after spending yet another $15 on getting slacks hemmed we're begining to stare at our useless fingers with a tinge of resentment. Fortunately there is Stitch.
As we settled into our seats for the world premiere of documentary It's My Country Too, there was a generalized hubbub as a tall man wearing black and carrying a guitar case strode down the aisle. We heard his escort say, "It's so weird that no one's recognizing you!"
Turns out that man is Pakistani-American rock star Salman Ahmed, the narrator of the documentary It's My Country Too. Ahmed is the lead guitarist for the band Junoon, which has been called the U2 of Pakistan. We think this makes Ahmed Bono (scroll down to read Bono's letter to Ahmed), since the Edge doesn't seem to take too many positions on global politics.
It's My Country Too follows Ahmed as he travels America trying to see how 9/11 politics have affected the Pakistani-American community. After the jump: Muslim comedians, Muslim lawyers, and the founders of the website Muslims for Bush (who are Salman Ahmed's aunt, uncle, and cousin).
Picture of Salman Ahmed from the BBC website
. They were tripped out, looked great in velvet, and frickin’ rocked. In fact, we still occasionally put on our old casette of “Gish” and do some serious head-banging. We thought “Siamese Dreams” was cool if a bit over-done and thought “Melon Collie and the Infinite Sadness” was mighty impressive if a bit too long. But then, just as they could almost be called the Biggest Rock Band in the World, it all came to a crashing halt. “Adore” was alright if a bit too sedate (not to mention over-long) but “Machina: The Machine of Gods” pretty much sucked. Then came the inevitable band break-up, online feuding, and career drift (ie Zwan).
