Remember when I used to post music on this page? So many years ago. But then I sorta stopped, not sure why, maybe to give this online landing a structure of sorts and not bother people with my personal preferences. The stupidity of that only becomes clear when you type it out. It might make sense tomorrow.
I drove by this spot recently, it reminded me of being at the actual Alhambra in Granada and how badly this community has lived up to the original. As far as I can tell, there is nothing of majesty to be found in our So. Cal Alhambra. Nothing to mesmerize you with a sense of wonder and awe, no equivalent to the Patio of Lions. Instead you get the typical suburban landscape of franchised consumer outlets that should give your life some meaning. Somehow.
Of course, that leads to wanting to forget. Thus this song. And why I thought of it all in the first place.
“a ver si no pienso en ella
y yo la consigo olvidar”
Now that should be their motto!
Look, I’m as surprised by the fact that you are reading this as I am by the reality that I went and had Huevos Rancheros at the fucking Cheesecake Factory. It’s terrible news all around, guilt and shame is on both our hands. So let’s just get on with it, no?
I finally tried Tito’s Tacos.
I’ve been photographing the changing fortunes of our cartoon laundry friends Washo and Blocko for some time now, since at least 2006. When I noticed something new in their lives I tried to snap a photo as a keepsake. Here I share with you more than a few years of paying attention to this improvised laundromat mural.
It ends terribly.
I had this sent to me, a communique which I feel deserves a wider audience. I am only the messenger.
A Voice from the PAST
(PEOPLE AGAINST SHITTY THINGS)
COMMUNIQUE FROM THE ANTI*GMO ACTION
Recently in Grants Pass, the People Against Shitty Things (PAST) took action against GMOs. This is our communique.
Under broad daylight and cloaked only in our Priuses and righteousness, we fought back against Monsanto, against a genetically modified future. During a recent reconnaissance mission we unearthed a list of businesses in the area that use GMOs in their food products. Our plan was simple, yet extremely ….yea simple. We would do what any radical consumer would do, hit ‘em where it hurts. Strapped with our Visa Debit Cards from our local credit unions we descended upon our targets, all the local businesses that sold only non-GMO foods! We lined up at cash registers throughout the bio-region and supported the shit out of these indigenous local businesses that had the guts not to capitulate to the demands for GMO food. Organic, non-processed food is a right not a luxury. Our assault on GMO food will not end until every last chain store and fast food restaurant serves the people what they want! Then and only then will we find some new single issue cause to get behind that does nothing to challenge the continual onslaught of Civilization.
People Against Shitty Things
The shrine to a rich man called “The Broad” (I thought we called them dames these days?) is nearing its completion and it thinks it has “All Eyes” on it. Teary eyes. Bulging eyes. Skeptical eyes. Maybe. I just keep looking at it cuz it looks like a grand homage to a big bowl of Menudo.