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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Small Ball



You think you got it tough?

It's tough down there in Tanzania. It's hot, there's drought, politics haven't been good for the regular person, and it's one of the poorest countries out there. But you don't hear them complaining, do you?! So why are you worried that you only got 2 chocolate chip muffins, when your sister got 3? A kid from Tanzania would love to get 1!

Things have improved though. A lot of people have good drinking water. A few people have good sanitation. And the TV industry is hopping. But nothing comes easy. You gotta work for it. That's why the people of Tanzania are great. Because they work hard, believe in God, and strive to improve. What have you done lately? You cleaned up your room but there's still lint and shit in the corners and behind the door. Work on that.

I may never see Tanzania in person. But I do know this. It's beautiful. Because it's real, and it's strives for all that is good. Just like you. Now give me a hug and get some sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be a big day.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Tanzania



Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Pas de Problème

Yes, we know. Everything's messed up right now. More than usual. And it needs fixing! So while Obama and his team battle with the racist rednecks in Congress over the bigger issues of the day, maybe you and me can solve some of the smaller stuff right here on this blog.

#1: Read something: A book is your friend, so why not make some new friends over the next 3 months. And maybe cut down on all the media hype. Read an old-ish book. 1980 or earlier...

#2: Run. I don't care if it's on grass, dirt, sand or wherever. Go run around!!!

#3: Sleep. Get some rest, you freaks. And if you're having trouble sleeping, go back to #2.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Modern Problems



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As far as we know, the pilch pole was seen first, last and only in San Francisco. And that makes sense. Because where else could a pole, with a unique name and a unique story, make such a splash.

That might be all we ever know about the pilch pole, but not if I can help it.

It can only be described as about as interesting and enjoyable as a metal chair scraping across cement.

Most people don't know what it is. But even those who do know what it is, really don't know what it is. It's like trying to describe an impossible buckle or papier mâché. Not easy.

However, we honor it, we thank it, and we send it messages. Via carrier pigeon and bike messenger. In one of those tubes.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Pilch Pole

Friday, July 17, 2009

Rude Boy

Believe what you will about the racially-tinged comments made by Elvis Costello about Ray Charles. The guy is not a racist. In fact, he is credited as the producer of the debut album of one of the seminal groups of the 1970's ska revival in England, The Specials.

The Specials and others like them signed to 2 Tone Records, "two-tone" referring to the persistent monochromatic imagery of their logo and design. Black and white photographs harkened back to 50's and 60's Jamaica, where ska began, but also spoke to a much-welcomed racial tolerance amongst its practitioners.

Ska music put through a punk filter was bound to be a big seller on both sides of the Atlantic, given its infectious, silly, wild, brassy, danceable upbeat. That's what I wanna hear when I'm in the middle of a Tory nightmare.

And thank goodness it was only a fad, because music can't always be about nostalgia.

But for its time, the mod revival was a lot of fun.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Dance Craze/2 Tone



It's the word.

Most mornings I get up. Right around dawn. If not earlier. Immediately, I start kicking butt. I mean real heine. Cooking breakfast, singing, moving around like a madman in and out of rooms. It goes on like that for hours. I mean I am pritner doing the impossible. And this all before even 6am sometimes. That's what I mean. That's what I'm talking about. Understand? Is that clear?

I'm Avian. And I shouldn't be treated any different because I have feathers instead of dermis. I have exodermis. And it has always been enough. That is, up until now.

Here are the facts. Let's start there. Simple straightforward.

A: the flying issue.

B: the egg thing

C: worms

Soaring, ah yes I do it every day. When was the last time you soared? How long ago. Exactly, never. That's what I've been saying.

I am anti-cage, anti free-range, and anti-farm. That's like the 3 tenets of our philosophy. Our national flag is a three-pointed egg.

The pageantry of the hawk may be unrivaled. I'm a harsh critic on glides, but I don't think anyone glides like the hawk. In the heat, strong, aware of everything and everyone. And the beak work is sensational. I'll take my hat off to the beak work.

I've been asked to be brief, so I'll end it simply. AVIAN IN 2010. SAVE THE SKY 2009.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Birds







Back in Hat

As Bon Scott's replacement as the lead vocalist of the Australian heavy metal outfit AC/DC , Brian Johnson is a serviceable screecher. But the story doesn't end there.

After Scott's untimely death in 1980, Johnson found himself in the studio with a group determined to stay on the path to superstardom. His first album with the band would be their all-time best seller, Back In Black, a tribute to Scott. Johnson could do almost everything Bon Scott could do, except he was shorter...and he didn't have the hair, so he got a hat. An Englishman's cap. A new hat.

When I first went to work as a busboy at Fidel's Solana Beach, I found myself in a very warm kitchen swarming with plates, chips, sauces and guacamole, and a bar area rivaled by El Torito alone as a place to get royally fucked up on margs.

I was repeatedly told by my co-workers that "I looked like Brian Johnson." I guess I did, but what an odd observation, right? I had long curly hair, but no hat.

I worked at Fidel's for two or three summers, and I still visit the place every time I'm in San Diego.

Also, doesn't Brian Johnson remind you a little bit of Gene Hackman or James Caan?

Monday, June 8, 2009

New Hat Guy AKA Brian Johnson




Dirt and the water

It's been a tough challenge. Perhaps the toughest yet. Reason? I don't deal with mud. Ever. Occasionally I get some on my shoe. But I don't like mud baths, I don't play football after it rains, and I don't go to festival style concerts. I just don't get around mud very often.

Also, it does look a lot like shit.

One reason I avoid mud, is that being a homeowner, mud means sliding foundation. It means extra dollars to the geologist. It means silica. It means you're fucked. So I like to avoid it if possible.

I do like the Mud Pie dessert. It's coffee ice cream in a chocolate graham cracker crust. It's good. Try it sometime. Maybe the next time you're at Swensons, or Cheesecake Factory, or someplace where you go when you've run out of creative ideas. Pricks.

I like the dirt, I like the water. But keep em separate. Or I will come at you with a rolled up towel and a rotary phone. And I will bruise your nubs.