These kids are my fuckin heroes.
I was never going to be able to afford a douchebag Tesla, now I am really never buying an EV.
Toppling a democracy and installing a dictatorship for lithium, so we can drive without gasoline to Starbucks, is unacceptable for a million reasons. Stick this on your social media! Solidarity with the people of Bolivia is needed NOW and as long as the EV battery mafia is looking for someone to beat up. Ride a bike!
If you don’t know what this is about, see here.
What joyous news did I receive today but that Troy or Dead Western of approximately Sacramento has a new song, “PPL ARE SCARED!”
On my massive list of “people I wish I could know better if I weren’t always working etc etc and I hope when we see each other every 10 years we’re still friends,” this dude is definitely in the top rolls of the scroll. And he’s one of maybe five lateral lyricists on the west coast who really have it, not weird for weirdness, but a real command of original usage, metaphor, atmosphere, stuff hipsters can’t fake.
Yes, he has to move his head like that to make his voice that deep, yes he can sing that deep much louder, filling a whole street. I never seen him use a microphone since what, 2006, 2007. Maybe he would if he sold out SAP Center but fools are ignorant.
Here’s a little older one, but not as old as us, I’m sorry to say.
It’s time for GENTRI-FI!
Bell’s Palo Alto – Bound Together SF – Pt Reyes Station Books – Monkeywrench Austin – Wooden Shoe Philadelphia – Bluestockings NYC
9:27 AM Thursday, shitty new glass towers fronding,
I, bumping Malo and dodging heavy trucks,
You, in the silver-gray late 4-door Honda,
On 280 coming out of the East Side
Trying to change lanes while repacking a GLASS BONG,
Its piece lazy aerosolgreasing
Maybe above-grade like the road,
But for real dude,
ANYTHING but the fucking vape pen
We’ll take it.
My new “gentri-fi” novel Byebye and Shlort is here! It’s got what you need: comedy, tragedy, language traps, language weapons, mayhem, friendship, frenemies, migration, deportation, drugs, yuppies, nonprofits, landlords, gentrification, displacement, homelessness, death from exposure, everyone’s excuse for how we can’t live any other way, and of course beer and weed!
It’s my love letter to San José, in hope that the people through education and cooperation can get the city we deserve, as the guy says. Hope I can go on living in San José for a few more years! Of course you can all make me rich by purchasing the book and send me off to Aptos…
I’m especially excited that the book will be at Bluestockings in Manhattan! You can call Hennepin County and Denver libraries and tell them to take that offer that they got this past week!
Anyone who reads the book can keep the world turning by rating it on Goodreads as well. ¡Viva la anarquía!
HOLY SHIT SCOTT WALKER DIED!
Hard to put into a flat dead blog how much of a presence he’s had in my life the last 15 years. How about a video.
As for his death: Was it me??? My new book, which prints within a few weeks, has his song in the epigraph. It just went to the printer today and I find out Scott died. Shit!! Too much Pynchon in my life right now. Time to drink. Vaya con los ancianos, Scott!!!