I took three days away from reading the news over this 4th of July weekend. I hadn’t done anything like this in awhile and I legitimately have no idea what’s going on in the world, not that I don’t care. I do, but it will be waiting for me tomorrow. I had a dream last night that Elon Musk died in a rocket-ship and nobody … Continue reading The Three Day Dream…
Some of us choose the shadows for different reasons – concealment, embarrassment, fear or maybe an overall dislike of the sun’s necessity and light. Then there’s this from JD Vance, Vice President of the United States: “I empathize with Americans who are exhausted after 25 years of foreign entanglements in the Middle East,” he said, “I understand the concern, but the difference is that back … Continue reading In the Shadows
Protests to me have always felt like funerals. It’s not that I think they make no difference, for some they do. People who are being oppressed, hurt or disregarded, even eliminated often need to feel a part of a larger group, for reinforcement, for encouragement, for enthusiasm and energy. I am happy for people to have these feelings, but it is not why I attend. … Continue reading Protested Thoughts – 2
I was standing outside the Converse All Star Store on Market Street in San Francisco when it became clear to me it was again, time to leave this city. The sign in the store window yelled, “SHOES ARE BORING! WEAR SNEAKERS!” in large, capitalized letters and behind this sign stood an equally loud, colorful scream of red sneakers, white sneakers and blue, all arranged on … Continue reading On Leaving San Francisco…Converse All Stars, High Rents and the Fillmore Jazz Fest
I woke up this morning in San Francisco, stumbled to the coffeemaker and then to my desk…and after turning on the computer, I put on the latest release by GoatWhore, one of New Orleans finest metal bands and leaned back in my chair. Coffee was good, not chicory good, but certainly Peet’s good. I heard shouting from the street, then police sirens and I turned the … Continue reading It’s a love/hate thing…now featuring GoatWhore!
Hello again… Some of you out there are aware the moving days are upon me…just completed one move, literally down the street which helped pave the way for the big move, five weeks from today to New Orleans San Francisco. Originally, I wanted it to be New Orleans, but alas…you got yourself one fucked up governor down there and the only thing he likes better … Continue reading The winds of change…
Internals and externals… Why do I do what I do? Why do I write the things I do on the internet? For what purpose? Do I believe that by writing all the things I’ve written over the past year or so about British Petroleum, Ken Feinberg, the GOP, Barack Obama and whatever else will create a world of my liking…that British Petroleum will finally admit … Continue reading In here is more important than out there…
So, I keep reading these bits about Madonna, about her freaking out because some fan gave her hydrangeas, as in flowers, and it turns out she hates hydrangeas so she trashed the flowers in front of the fan, and not content to humiliate the person once, she then made a spoof video where she trashed the flowers again so the moment could live on in … Continue reading Not my usual subject matter, but sometimes one can’t resist…
Tonight is Obama’s jobs speech. That’s nice and all, but not really important as evidenced by the reactions of Republican Senators like Mitch McConnell and Jim DeMint who have already figured out nothing Obama could propose will work. “Same failed approach,” McConnell called it. Interesting, considering for the past two years the GOP hasn’t said much about jobs at all… But that was then, this … Continue reading GOP job killers…
The living legend…by way of Hermosa Beach and formerly of The Circle Jerks…I give you: Keith Morris. Off! – I Don’t Belong “Your high social caste, privileged friends, you lure me in… But I can’t be your friend. Hit on Miss Liberty, under the cherry tree, drunk on hypocrisy I’m standing in the shadows and I’m pissing in the punchbowl. I don’t belong. Cocktail party, … Continue reading I couldn’t have said it better…so, I won’t.
Drake Toulouse: Photography and Words 