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’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.
For reasons of exploration and adventure and discovery, I ended up in this up and coming neighborhood far from my usual terrain, a place they call Santa Monica (pronounced Sandthah Moneyyeeka or something like that, I couldn’t understand the local accent) that is super close to Los Angeles but totally a world away. It is a strange but friendly world of Regular people, an ethnic group mostly located outside of LA County, but they are welcoming and will usually take the time to figure out our shared language issues. “Cool-man!” (I hope I got that right!) And this enclave in So. Cal is a great place to experience being around them in their own environment, its pretty nice actually. Some of the neighborhood is a bit sketchy but doesn’t seem unsafe, although I wouldn’t recommend being here at night. In any case, it felt great to discover and be around this culture for a few hours, diversity is a great thing for all of us to experience every once in awhile.