I have to give big props to Diane Brown for having the vision and determination to make this happen. Such a great idea.

It’s not like you can walk down any sidewalk without tripping over a homeless person in SF. I am all for helping when and where I can and I applaud others for thinking of ways to help and reduce waste but I have found that the direct hand off works best for me.

I can’t help but be concerned about how unsanitary eating food left on a trash can might be or about the ill nature of some who might find it funny to poison, drug, or spit on re-plated food.

As someone who was active with Food Not Bombs in SF during the Frank Jordan years, I can see the need to help feed. We were faced with arrest and jail on a regular basis with ‘health concerns’ being cited as the primary reason for the police harassment but we trudged on. Based on that experience though, I don’t see this as something that will fair well with the officials, but I can see it catching on with diners out on the town.

Still the personal hand off seems the best route to take when available.

Probably one of the funniest quotes I have ever read.

“In the West, heavy metal is generally associated with low lifes and trailer trash,” says Dekker, “but the situation in Egypt is completely reversed. These kids are the children of diplomats and other well-off Egyptians…”

I don’t know what disturbs me more; this kids misguided interpretation that metal in the west is associated only with low life’s or that somehow coming from a pedigree background makes metal cool.

In the west (and most of the civilized world) metal is the music of the youth… period. It knows no class lines and in the last decade has proven that it knows no color. Metal is the expressive voice of teen angst.

Being children of well-to-do diplomats somehow takes some of the edge off of what is and should be edgy music. I don’t know – visualizing some disgustingly wealthy kids rocking out on their high ticket instruments in their dads mansion seems to lack a certain credibility in my book.

I have to give big props to Diane Brown for having the vision and determination to make this happen. Such a great idea.

It’s not like you can walk down any sidewalk without tripping over a homeless person in SF. I am all for helping when and where I can and I applaud others for thinking of ways to help and reduce waste but I have found that the direct hand off works best for me.

I can’t help but be concerned about how unsanitary eating food left on a trash can might be or about the ill nature of some who might find it funny to poison, drug, or spit on re-plated food.

As someone who was active with Food Not Bombs in SF during the Frank Jordan years, I can see the need to help feed. We were faced with arrest and jail on a regular basis with ‘health concerns’ being cited as the primary reason for the police harassment but we trudged on. Based on that experience though, I don’t see this as something that will fair well with the officials, but I can see it catching on with diners out on the town.

Still the personal hand off seems the best route to take when available.

Probably one of the funniest quotes I have ever read.

“In the West, heavy metal is generally associated with low lifes and trailer trash,” says Dekker, “but the situation in Egypt is completely reversed. These kids are the children of diplomats and other well-off Egyptians…”

I don’t know what disturbs me more; this kids misguided interpretation that metal in the west is associated only with low life’s or that somehow coming from a pedigree background makes metal cool.

In the west (and most of the civilized world) metal is the music of the youth… period. It knows no class lines and in the last decade has proven that it knows no color. Metal is the expressive voice of teen angst.

Being children of well-to-do diplomats somehow takes some of the edge off of what is and should be edgy music. I don’t know – visualizing some disgustingly wealthy kids rocking out on their high ticket instruments in their dads mansion seems to lack a certain credibility in my book.