So tonight I had a unique opportunity to have dinner with one of my heroes.I had gone to see Jello Biafra speak tonight only planning on having a minute of facetime and give him a press release, much like with Jim Hightower yesterday and Bill Maher last week (did I even mention that here?). But I got to the church about an hour early and he was wanting to get food before he went on and I offered to take him someplace. So at first I was a bit starstruck and I started us walking up 14th toward U St. instead of over Mass toward Dupont and I forgot that there was such a long stretch of noplace decent to eat, so we wound up walking all the way over to the Luna cafe over on P and he was getting increasingly concerned that we wouldn't make it in time. I did my best to make sure we got there only minutes late. So over dinner we talked about some of my less than pleasant experiences working at the DNC, including how I would play his MP3s about Tipper Gore in my cubicle. I mentioned that I wrote to him when I was 13 and my mom was going postal on me over being punk and how he was public enemy number one in my house. We talked about San Francisco and the lack of jobs and affordable housing which has me scared to death of moving there so soon. The lawsuits with the other three members of the Dead Kennedys were mentioned. We got back to the church only minutes late and he spoke for the next two hours solid (which I recorded on minidisk and will post somewhere within the next couple of days). The topic was with a few little tangents in other directions, war with Iraq, and Jello was as inspiring as ever.