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Ten Angry Fishermen



 


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Posted by Miguel Gomez for 
West Coast Midnight Run magazine



From New Orleans all the way to Florida’s prime beach locales of Pensacola, Fort Lauderdale and the precious Keys, folks are mad, made angry by a seemingly unconquerable oil spill, damage to the environment that parallels the one inflicted on a pristine Prince William Sound so many years ago.

 

The outrage has been roiling for weeks on end, ever since the drilling rig exploded and men were lost at sea.

 

And now in the midst of all the mishaps and efforts at recovery comes the success of BP in finally capping the wellhead.  Success at least for now since many are hedging and assuring the public that nothing is guaranteed.  There could be underground leaks, there may be potential failures ahead in the relief wells currently under construction.  Deepwater emergency operations such as these have been rare since for the better part of its existence the Oil Industry has developed its emergency scenarios and risk mitigation capabilities on dry land.  Underwater massive blowouts and crisis management is an almost new field to the small fraction of energy exploitation that is processed in this hazardous environment.

 

The villagers are fuming.  The compensation to boatmen actively involved in the recovery and cleanup efforts with BP may seem fair enough.  As reported by Reuters and several other newswire agencies many small businesses are not actively part of the flotilla.BP has announced that it will compensate fishermen for their claims but that their total compensation will be adjusted for any income they receive from being hired as part of the recovery fleet the company is currently operating along the Gulf Coast.

The $20 Billion fund cap for this incident may not be taking into account the overall damage to the entire business community, from retail to hospitality and tourism-related artisan industries.  The Southern Coast of the United States may take years to recover from the totality of the damage.

 

But the dilemma does not stop here.  In conversations I had with one of our consultants at Citadel, who worked extensively for the Energy Industry and specifically with Atlantic Richfield Company at the time preceding its acquisition by BP, the issue goes far deeper than the perceptions brought to the surface by angry grass roots conservationists and the news media.

 

Does BP deserve to be punished?  Should this oil major be financially held liable for the entire economic damages?

 

In theory this company which has been reaping the profits of soaring gas prices for the past several years absolutely should be held responsible for its commercial operations.

 

In a small corner stands a small crowd already salivating at the prospect and hoping the better part of public opinion hops onboard their wagons.

 

Investment Bankers and a gaggle of consultants, from corporate human resources re-organization to systems automation and large scale integration would love the idea.  BP would be ripped to shreds and completely insolvent, good enough for a takeover or a buyout by another Energy group.

 

And the Oil and Gas Industry would grow even smaller than it already is, closing the gap between a tightly controlled oligarchy and an absolute monopoly.

 

For those that have not done the math, BP is part of an exclusive club of the original seven large vertically integrated “old ladies” or oil majors that operate in the “private sector” free from direct government intervention.  Royal Dutch (Shell), Standard Oil Company of New Jersey (Esso/Exxon), and New York (Mobil), Standard Oil of California (Chevron), Gulf Oil, Texaco and The Anglo-Persian Oil Company (BP).

 

In a flurry of activity on the heels of mergers and acquisitions including re-focusing on core competencies, and spurred by shortages in supplies from refineries during the 80s because of experimentation in gasohol, methanols and other energy solutions that promised relief from oil but in the late 90s were discovered to put out more pollution than traditional fuels, the Seven Sisters became the Six Supermajors.

And now an acquisition or sale of BP would also provide the impetus for all the remaining Oil and Gas majors to lobby for another round of mergers and acquisitions pushing the market even tighter and closer under the control of the remaining survivors.

And the Six Supermajors could become five or four, maybe even three.

 

The conspiracy theorists and their allies that have for decades implied OPEC controls the Energy markets would have handed the reigning champs the crown on a silver plate.  The American Public would have had a large hand in helping bring about this nightmarish vision into existence.

 

And this is not far from anyone’s foggy memory but aside from the seven “old ladies” there were their sisters, or aunts, which are and were large vertically-integrated government-owned energy groups such as Saudi Aramco (Saudi Arabia), Pemex (Mexico), and Petrobas (Brazil).

 

In fact in 2007, the Financial Times produces its own list of the new Seven Sisters, albeit almost exclusively state-owned oil and gas power players, including Russia’s Gazprom and China’s CNPC.

 

So should BP be made fully-responsible for the damage?

 

It’s anything but a “Catch 22” as some smiling guests may say at a gala for the privilege of your ears.  Nowadays a “Catch 22” is emblematic of a snow job on the hill for Mr. Homer Simpson aka Mr. Plow.  A “Catch 22” is a statement that you are being tagged as a fool and taken for a ride.

 

It’s really more of a “Catch 44” because it does not exist in common parlance and if you sum up the number 44 it adds to 8 which ought to signal to all members present that we are eating from the dish that’s being served up.

 

I for one would rather have Ten Angry Fishermen rather than see them become One.



Good luck to us all.


Cordially yours,

Mike Gomez,
Editor-in-Chief



Ten Angry Fishermen copyrighted 2010 Citadel Consulting Group LLC.  All rights reserved.

Cast Away for the New Year

Cast Away the Holidays Blues  By Miguel Gomez for the West Coast Midnight Run

The crew at the West Coast Midnight Run has just finished working around the clock and late night this past weekend in getting the Cast A-way story from copyrighted story and layouts onto the internet.  It's taken some time since this particular editorial was initially developed sometimes in 2006 as a bare-bone outline and then became more of a piece in 2007, sat on the shelf gathering dust and was only revived late in 2008 after the financial meltdown in the mortagage industry cascaded into a multi-industry crisis.

I am writing this piece and I have been up all night supervising the effort.  So this is only a sketch which I will come back and revisit after I have had a moment's rest.

I would like to congratulate all of the folks here who were with me all night working through all the last minute details in translating a lengthy editorial into the electronic medium.  All kind of problems crop up with fonts, browser compatibilities and a slew of headaches you do not want to hear about.

Just enjoy and please post kindly - only after you have had the time to fully absorb this piece.  This is a highly layered and woven story so hopefully you will appreciate the effort that went into it.


Mike

In the Year 2000

As the World Turns
By Miguel Gomez for the West Coast Midnight Run

 



Dateline November 4, 2008
Los Angeles, CA


For me the year was 1999 and the vibe was doom and gloom.  The talk of the town back then was Y2K.  Everyone was fearful of the bug.

On the late night show on NBC, Cone-Naan and his friends pioneered a skit in which guests would dress up in black robes and would have white light shining in their faces as talking heads of Supreme Judges in the future, forecasting...hold on to your seat dear viewer...past events.

At least that's how I remember it.

   


The skits were run all year long with guests and Conan invoking a sweet tune that started with the line "In the Year 2000, in the year 2000...".

Of course in the year 2000 disaster did strike on election night.  I went to bed thinking that our next President was Al Gore thanks to a prediction made by none other than NBC's anchor at the time, Tom Brokaw (or was it Dan Rather?), who then apologized profusely and was severly berated.  Regardless of who said what, I was watching Tom Brokaw on NBC who made the projection for Al Gore.

Low and behold I got up in the morning, around 4:00 am, and the pundits on CNN were congratulating President Bush.  I was baffled.  Over the next few hours and over the next few days the battle took shape and legal maneuver after legal maneuver was made as unknown to the public, old and very rusty "precedents" in the Constitution and other federal archives, were invoked in cutting a decisive outcome for the American public.

Was the Conan Show foretelling fiction or was it a prelude to the entertainment the public was treated to in the Year 2000?  We shall never know but as I go to bed tonight, on the eve of a brand new Presidential Administation for 2008, the time on the West Coast is almost 9:00 pm and the pundits on national television have made a sweeping declaration for President Obama.

Let's hope 2008 won't be the venue for 2000 E-Late Deja Vu.



Miguel "Tiny" Gomez
Editor for the West Coast Midnight Run

Sorry Charlie we're not The Bow-Wow Magazine

Bow-Wow and the Original Label WCMR
By Miguel Gomez for the West Coast Midnight Run


Coming soon a short segment over the weekend detailing the origins of the acronym WCMR and how (bow wow) West Coast Midnight Run mag was crafted soon thereafter misconstrued by the original Bob-E.


Miguel "Tiny" Gomez
Editor at Large
The West Coast Midnight Run


 

Over the past year as we have
continued our publishing efforts
we have received many comments
on our choice for a magazine name,
the incredibly edible “West Coast
Midnight Run”, a mouthful to be sure

Many also nagged us about the obvious omission of the demonstrative pronoun “The”.  Unorthodox?  Why should be so precocious?  We are not The West Coast Midnight Run?

How can one be sure?  There may have been a few that preceded us.

The fact of the matter is that the title WCMR was on our collective cerebellum long before we invented the label.  We sat down and did a brainstorming session, more like a focus group.

The concept pitched around kept revolving around this:

World (as in global perspective, as in spatial and multi-dimensional, different perspectives that challenge each other and oh yes…the Boy Meets World, Boy Eats World concept).  A few “insiders” of course told us that they thought W was for Water Closet since the word Run was in the title.  But then being a little continental in flavor our choice would have been Loo and L, not W.  The acronym would have been LCMR.

Thus we had letter W.

Of course some of you out there, in the Space Academy, kept thinking we are Dub-Ya Magazine but that is allright by us.  We never challenged the notion or its implications.  We let our readers infer what they chose from their own biases.  We did not have the heart to break the news and tell them that Double D, Dee Dee, Doobie and Dolbie (Stereo) were trademarks that were taken already.

Cookies (now this is a tough concept to grasp for some in the entertainment industry).  Many associate cookies with sex and sex for many has business connotations.  In our dictionary, cookies are like the Hansel and Gretel thing.  You delve in the forest, you leave a bread crumbs trail and of course you get lost and on your way to finding your way home you take care of the ginger-bread cookie house and the witch has a devilish ole time.  Ooops I would be lying if I said that was it.  But we love the concept at our house.  Nope cookies here is the dreary thing in the world of technology (since we are a web-centric publication).  Cookies are those morsels of code that have plagued our industry and created one scare after another.  In our choice for the label WCMR, from which the title West Coast Midnight Run was derived, cookies are the nefarious necessary evil for collecting statistics and for making it easier for web servers to identify surfers and permit certain logon and password functions to take place.

Nope and yes.  Those are the cookies but in our focus group we were thinking along the lines of a magazine that would follow in the footsteps of established industry leaders, only we would deviate from their ideal-eulogies and the decreed concepts of publishing.  Of course we may have succeeded or we may have failed but would it be very early to be making this kind of snap judgment?

Now of course we had letter C.

Being a group of individuals which hailed from relatively conservative professions (engineering, corporate business and the medical industries are not exactly Hollywood, the Opera circuit or the Rock Bank on a tour) we decidedly wanted to give the publication a strong retail bent and the temple for shopping in the last few decades have been the Mall for Mr and Mrs. America.  The Shopping Mall and the concept of singles and family households were the elements given priority at the focus group.

Hence we now had the letter M.

By now you are probably wondering how the letter R came to be.  Not it was not Kids R Us, nor Everyone Hated Ra-Yo-Monde.  When we geared up for the D’ark Night Film Festival everyone was teasing us about Batman and his side-kick, yeah, the troll Robin.

Some of course called us foolish misguided Ron-Inns.

Butt you know to each his own.

For us we believed, long before it became cool to spit it out loud, that the United States was on an implacable course to imitate those we hate so much in Europe.  Yeah those socialist, communist scumbags, the Poles and the Germans and the Fried Frogs for starters.

We all know how many love bagging on the French.  Like so many already pointed out so many words in the dictionary of Cuisine & Cooking are from the French and a known word for magazines that attempt to take in the full picture, the forest rather than the trees, use the label “Revue”.

So ladies and gentleman, dearest original Bob-E, we are not the bow-wow publication and you know for sure how W*C*M*R was hammered into the West Coast Midnight Run.


Mike Gomez
Senior Editor
The West Coast Midnight Run


Copyrighted 2008 Citadel Consulting Group LLC.  All rights reserved.



 

Steaming Coffee from MetaCafe

Hot Cough-E N' Shock-Lit Shock-Lots from Meta Cafes 
By Francis Benetti for the West Coast Midnight Run


Dateline:  November 3, 2008
Los Angeles, CA


We’re not exactly sure when it happened, how come or why but we just noticed that MetaCafe started posting adult, no-holds-barred video clips with sex scenes from American-made, as well as foreign, films and porn shops.

Please allow us to emphasize.  MetaCafe did not create this trend.

The trend is not startling in itself.  Any person that has done sufficient web browsing would have noticed the level of saturation of nudity and porn content.  This trend has been with us almost from day one when the entire world wide web was booted into operation.

What is startling is that the level of nudity is in the form of easily accessible videos, albeit labeled 18+ Category.  However at MetaCafe there is not a single effective roadblock in sight for minors who can easily pick any of a dozen highly explicit sex scenes and enjoy them any time and anywhere away from the watchful eyes of their guardians.

As an adult single, I personally do not take offense from adult websites and porn on the web – under certain constraints and limits.  However I am in my 50s and although my exposure to mature content on the web has been since my late 20s, I was well beyond the age of consent and well beyond having had a Con-Sensual relationship with the opposite sex.

In 1977, Oak Industries, Norman Lear's Chartwell Enterprises and Jerry Perenchio blazed new frontiers when they launched ON-TV(1), a premium cable movie channel which helped breach the path from the local liquor store, the adult bookstore and the lesser known adult movie theaters scenes into the living rooms of America.  Soon thereafter, circa 1982, Playboy followed suit and initiated highly specialized adult fare on their own premium channels.

At the time this was happening, the internet infrastructure was still being developed.  No sooner had the world wide web been kicked onto the circuit in 1991 (2) that softcore and eventually hardcore pornography followed.

The years tumbled and soon specialized adult entertainment events emerged creating connotations for locales such as Palm Springs, New Orleans and many well known spots on the Florida Coast with the Girls Gone Wild phenomenon.  Thinly disguised adult fare such as beach parties and spring breaks became the modus operandi for legitimizing soft and hardcore adult entertainment.

Since then we have had many so-called dating sites that offered “real” adults posting photos of themselves in the buff, videos of singles and couples in the nude or engaging in all kinds of sexual activities.  Never mind that many of these sites offered thinly disguised venues for porn companies, sites which for the most part boasted fake profiles created by the company running the site simply as means of renting porn content.  Never mind that Netflix offers the consumer the option of downloading films in the complete and total privacy of your home, while indulging the smooth convenience of "lap top" sugar-coated cookies (my French pal at the other side of the Irish river informs me that "flics" is the street term for cops).

Never mind that space on the internet such as MSN Myspace is flooded with internet porn, many of which were only a few years ago simply photo stills.  The trend has moved to video clips.

Highly popular sites such as Flickr, advertised for lovers of photos and photography and billed as the “best online photo sharing and management application in the world” quickly became awash with adult space including photos and videos from individuals and communities into the “alternative” lifestyles, from gay and lesbian sex, to kink, fetish and the “swinging” lifestyle:  Couples exchanging their mates and sharing with other couples and/or singles.

Yet despite all of these “sexual evolutions” over the past few years, most of these developments had been spreading over the internet with an ever weakening system of controls.  Many of the dating sites mentioned made use of regulated access and interested internet surfers were required to have a credit card for "age verification" or you had to purchase your subscription.  Many of the freely available adult communities at MSN and the now defunct Yahoo Groups observe a number of protocols and the website content itself is under “lock and key”.  On some sites, you need a password and have to be either invited or have to petition to join.

As identity theft and a host of other problems emerged with internet security, invasion of privacy and spyware bots, some companies may have perceived a loss of their traffic.  For those acting as observers of internet technologies there has been a move to more lax "controls" and "checkpoints" as their effectiveness has come under fire and criticism.

With Flickr, it has become ever easier to access these groups and content.  In becoming a member of the Flickr adult scene, the web surfer does not need any kind of verification, the individual (or minor in this hypothetical case) can simply create a (profile) file and list their age being over 21 then search the groups using adult keywords and request an invite.  That is all there is.  If you can wait a few hours you are admitted.  With Flickr you need to register as a member.

But now MetaCafe has managed to open the nightclub scene to anyone and everyone.  The adult sex clips referenced here can be accessed by anyone, without going through the motions of becoming a member of this site.  All an internet browser need do is simply type the MetaCafe address in their browser and then select the 18+ Category, once at the welcome page.  There is a token “family filter” which is a button that the web surfer clicks consenting that they are older than 18.  But that is it.  The web surfer is not required to register as a member.

Click and Presto!!!!  They are offered a smorgasbord of explicit sex videos regardless of whether you are 90 or a seven year old.

As mentioned earlier, MetaCafe is not responsible for this trend.  They have only pushed the bar a tiny increment lower.  But that is all takes.  A few subtle moves every now and then.

And how long will it take before another company or organization takes the baton and pushes the bar even lower?

It may not be long before the standard for acceptable nudity and sexual content display is well below the lowest common denominator and… well… deep into the dirt.

All we can do for now is ask ourselves, “What’s next America?”

As publishers no one would understand our yearning to be the leader in freedom and in setting the curve for open mindedness and tolerance but have we for once stepped over an almost non-existing threshold?  It is so easy rolling back the clock with Daylight Savings.  Can we ever roll back the clock in this department?  Will we soon be raising our children for having sex before they reach puberty?  Will adults in a decade from now be engaging in sex with pubescent children?  Will adults continue to encroach on youth in our obsession with youthful appearances and the next sexual “high”?

With adult entertainment speading onto every corner of the planet with the help of the internet, the answer does not lie with our leaders but with each and every member of communities and towns, large and small, across the nation and those of our friends and allies.

 
Reference Notes: (1).     Wikipedia.org
                          (2).     INRIA/W3C

 

Copyrighted 2008 Citadel Consulting Group LLC.  All rights reserved.

Just Exactly Where is the D'Ark Night Film Festival?


  The West Coast Midnight Run
                 presents
its D'Ark Night Film Festival

an independent entertainment production


A few jokers around the campus have always bothered asking me for directions as if I had the Alpha Waves compass stamped in my skull.  If I looked asking for hesitation, they winked at each other behind my back and I could always see their sweet innocence from the reaction of the students walking towards them who would gesture to me "Hey they are fooling with you" and I would smile and just nod thinking these geniuses would make the effort to make such brilliant display of mental incapacity and the entire community can get a glimpse of their collective spark.  Fred Flintsone may have wanted to invite them as guests every time he needed a little cozy fire at the old homestead.  Only Fred you gotta be able to pick your rocks wisely.

Tiffany may have been singing about her romantic notions of exciting independence as a youth "I think we're alone now" but are we supposed to buy in the "new reel-Eat-E TV show" that you can never be alone in a day and age where the movie "Enemy of the State" is now ancient history?  Perhaps after all they will not need to invent devices that can scan and read your thoughts willy nilly, with all the present technology that can almost duplicate the effect at hand (yes we are dropping a very small hint here to our district representative on the Hill, Mr. David Dreier).

But memories aside, for I must be dating myself back to Moses, if you are going to ask "Where is the D'Ark Night Film Festival?" don't go sniffing for Bones because the Reel McCoy is a gentleman from the South and way sly for your come-ons.

If you don't realize that deep down the D'Ark Night Festival is supposed to be everywhere, in the independent mind of each person who desires the almost extinct and now mutilated form of privacy we live with and the possibility of creative and innovative thought while relishing the experience of sharing whatever discoveries are made for the enjoyment and, something seemingly forgotten in the caves of our neanderthal cousins, the improvement of the species for the better.  It would seem that in the last few decades we have been working ourselves to death for the "richer or poorer" paradigm of love and I can tell you that I will remove my ring if that is going to be the only road for us to march along.  With the new world we are building, slavery is no longer just an ugly American experience but could fast become part of a global epidemic and this is not a visible set of balls and chains but something far more pernicious and viral.  The Cancer Epidemic is a love affair compared to what we could be gearing our future and our children for.

In a proper working democracy, a good independent film does not go begging for shade or shadows.  A good film should never shy away from a little glare of sunshine, because every time the reel spills and spools its strip of celluloids and frames in front of the lens it is only the little heat from the candle or the lamp that makes the sharing of enjoyment and the learning curve possible.

In the past decade the rage has been on to move to complete digital and the look of the movies have become increasingly cartoonish and lackluster.  I can tell you I felt my heart sinking the moment I went in to screen the Phantom Menace, the opener of the last batch of the Star Wars saga.  The film had nothing of the depth, texture and shadows that you get from film celluloid.  It was positively pale, flat and shallow, like a big overblown video game being projected with a poorly working projector, as if I was back in driver ED and that old 16 mm projector had an almost burned out but still barely working lamp dishing out a faded film.

I am sure the benefits and cost savings are astronomical every time a major studio compiles a vast library of programs that they can recycle for the next big bang opener.  The flexibilities are tremendous and anything can be animated onscreen.  But if we are going to the theater simply to watch adult cartoons and animation on all the big features you can count me out.  Movies are escapism, that means the reality element is not sin-ply the plot and the violence and the sound effects (a sad trend when it becomes an inflexible and ubiquitous plot device), but the visual depth is just as important if not critical, the texture of the sets and the way the light bounces and creates shadows and complexities that produce the environment and its illusion necessary for escapism to occur and for the entertainment experience to be successful.

Enough bitching anyways, hopefully you will enjoy the D'Ark Night Film Festival and do take a minute of your time, type a commentary and drop it for me personally because I will be reviewing for myself the take of the day.


"Mikey Likes It" Gomez
Chief Editor of the West Coast Midnight Run


PS: For a variety of editorial reasons the West Coast Midnight Run at this time declined on launching a documentary film,
For Whom the Belles Toll, on its own magazine website and instead gave permission to a colleague for editing the documentary into a fan-made non-profit short film that is being showcased at a variety of portals including Youtube, whom we thank diligently for their forum and hospitality.


Copyrighted July 3, 2008 by Citadel Consulting Group LLC.  All rights reserved.

E-Slam on the Rise in the Western World, It's NOT about Islam


PRESS RELEASE - I WANT MY MDD
from the West Coast Midnight Run

So you thought it was about Islam? No amigo it really about E-slam, eTerrorism and E-every other think you can conjure up in your mind.

If you think IT in your mind IT becomes about You and your fears, what your weaknesses might be that are made Our Real-E-Tea (or Reel-ET)

 


So be careful what you think but I do hope you enjoy the segueway to "I want My MTV".  From the 80s we had the Digital Revolution and The Information Age.  In the New Millennium we now call IT: "I want my MDD".

If you believe today's competitive world means you need to win a few Grand Slams, don't get your T-eEn-Ness racket just yet.

They say everything in moderation is good for you!  Drinking alcohol is fine if we use a designated driver.  But watch your liver if you want to see another day of drinking, merry times and enjoyment.  Es that all there is to IT?

Take a look at our Energy consumption since the 70s.  Has our dependence on oil become so overpowering? Explore the topic of our seeming unending thirst for dependence from a totally different angle.  The Internet and our reliance on it to the point of subjugation.  You can't live without plastic (VISA, MC, or AMEX) but can you really survive nowadays without E?

The segment starts on 
http://MidnightTracks.net/twcmrsep06/page234 with an I dream of Jeannie Video clip.  The entire segment is peppered with social commentary using video excerpts from well known pop culture icons.  If you felt we had something to add (or if you thought IT was all crap) please do drop us a line and let me know how we can do IT better next time.


Mike Gomez, Editor,
The West Coast Midnight Run


Copyrighted 2008 by Citadel Consulting Group LLC.  All rights reserved.

The West Coast Midnight Run emblem

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words? Mike Gomez for the West Coast Midnight Run


We have been receiving many compliments on the great emblem we use for the title of the publication, the illustration depicting the greyhound bounding from the hood of a car.  Unfortunately this illustration is not part of our trademark.  The publisher has a license for the use of this artwork but we do not own the copyrights.  The publisher only claims the title of the publication, "West Coast Midnight Run" as its de-facto in use trademark.  The photo is simply a nice ornamental embelishment we use to enhance the title.  We have toyed around the idea of introducing a different photo/illustration every few volumes that further enhances and expands the image and quality of the publication.

We have lined up a few replacements but the decision has not been yet made when to change the artwork.

For now though suffice it be known that the publisher, for the record, claims the name of the publication as its trademark.  The beautiful artwork is just eye candy that we can replace every now then as it becomes old or its interpretative message wears thin.

Thank you warmly for all the great readers who took the time in complimenting us on our efforts.  As always our ears are open and we welcome constructive criticism, comments, opinions or words of encouragement.



Copyrighted 2007 by Citadel Consulting Group LLC.  All rights reserved.


WARNING - Miguel is not our expert on legal issues and is only partly correct in his commentary.  The publisher, Citadel Consulting Group LLC, does in fact own the copyrights on the concept associated with the illustration and the name of the publication, be it the concept of a canine jumping from the hood of a vintage car or the concept of a vintage car's door and wheel along with the title of the publication.  The publisher may be licensing a specific photo/illustration for use in said concept but all copyrights and trademarks as concept and in print/electronic print remain with the publisher (December 1, 2007).

Gut Talc or Cute Talk?

Gut Talk?  By Mandisa Brown for the West Coast Midnight Run.  Comments moderated by Mike Gomez

This space has been created to allow those who have enjoyed reading Gut Talk? to comment with their thoughts, ideas, suggestions or simply air out an opinion.  For those of you who received our press release this is the place where you can post your response anonymously.  Even though the comment posting page requires you to input your email address, this information does not get posted.  The email is needed in case I need to inform you that your comments were deleted, rejected or edited for offensive language.

I would like to let you know that Heather Watkins, Assistant Manager in the Graphics Dept. has with our blessings created a personal account on Flickr and Youtube so she can display some of the layouts that she has worked on, some of which may never appear in our pages due to editorial license, space requirements or other constraints that we are working against.  Those of you who enjoy our blogs be sure to visit Ms. Watkins profile on Flickr, her account is Breathe Publications and so far has proven to be very popular in very short order (some of you who will take a look will quickly guess why).

Her account on YouTube is BreezePublication.  She will be spotlighting new original content video clips that will be shown at the West Coast Midnight Run from new artists under license to us.  We are all very excited about the new videos we will be showing on the pages of the West Coast Midnight Run.

Thanks for your participation.  M. Gomez - Editor

The Lebanese Mesa

Vodka on The Rocks it ain't  By Mike Gomez for the West Coast Midnight Run


Well folks I really missed posting a few segments of late, I do apologize, been busy lately keeping the fires cool on the chili burritos and for this reason I haven't kept in touch with you, dear readers.

I will be editing and publishing an editorial commentary on our latest story, the response to the recent outbreak in violence in the Middle East reported to you by the newswires only a few weeks ago and mostly forgotten now in the Paris Hilton love affair and the latest Transformers craze.  You can't just blame the summer heat for this one.

Those of you who enjoyed the Fourth of July we just had, hold on we got something for you in the oven.

In the meantime folks, those of you who want to bend my ears complaining about The Lebanese Meza, this is the place to post your gripes.  Please I hate folks mulling around in residential areas holding banners or holding cock-tail parties just to get my attention.  Some of my neighbors already know my part-time job at this sweat shop (we don't have the luxury of Park Avenue offices so we work just like cheap consultants do, from our own garages).

Anyways, that's all, hope you guys got hammered like mad at Cinco de Mayo (yeah you know who you are) and I just gotta get back to the salt mines.  I just hope the transporter won't freeze on me, otherwise Scotty is gonna owe me one mean Saurian Brandy Bottle, mint condition, right Scottie???


Mike "Tiny" G. -Editor at Large
The West Coast Midnight Run