Totally forgot about this one until I was reorganizing my stuff. 2-Strats tells Dicknose, who doesn’t actually listen when you talk to him, to make him Rodka. The half-measure taken by the forgetful Dicknose is turns out to be a real cocktail. Dated 5.12.
Almost forgot to mention Smuttywood, whose charming integrants I met at Local Color during their zine fest in downtown San José. They make comics about either famous people’s dicks and boobs or famous people portrayed as dicks and boobs. The thing that caught my attention, however, was the photographic zine Men are Disposable, which I regrettably didn’t buy, but which you can order at their site. They make great gifts!
Here’s some arty stuff I managed to squeeze out of my crap phone camera. Radioactive saturated groundwater escaping from a large bus stop in Chernobyl. Doesn’t really do the setting justice but the colors are cool.
Something about having all that water going under the freeway pylons seemed to give the pylons a meaning or at least aesthetic place that they’d never had before. Might as well take a picture, especially since this kind of weather won’t come again for almost 30 more years! I miss having my real camera loaded all the time, but lo, too many hobbies get expensive.
1. Looking over the emergency underground spillway, toward southeast, from the west bank near Children’s Discovery Museum. Those huge sugarcubes of rubble on the east bank are usually covered in tents and people’s stuff but they hit it a few weeks ago.
2. As above only looking due south.
3. From the east bank looking north. The furthest visible pylon is what we see in the topmost image above. The blade of the underground spillway wall is illuminated at left in the very back.
I’m not gonna lie, I backed off on this one.
One reliable spot to get redeemable materials on a Sunday morning is the parking lot at the Convention Center’s indoor soccer field. Someone needs to learn to finish a handle! Anyone’s jonesing, I’m sure it’s still there.
In the bread truck on the way to Sleenis, Stretch puts the radio on and gets more than he bargained for. 2-Strats has to think quick to save the day.
Here are some photos of signs from stores closed today for día sin Mexicanos. The event intended to show lazy Americans how much they rely on “immigrants” to provide for their basic needs, even though everyone on this continent EXCEPT latinos is an immigrant, and an illegal one at that according to 370 broken treaties with native peoples.
Willow St was dead as a graveyard. I’m still looking for real stories and evidence of how other communities fared; it’s hard to think on the effectiveness of Calle Willow’s solidarity gesture when one considers that the clientele is largely latino there. If the business owners couldn’t convince the people who are the problem –the white people on the other Willow St beyond highway 87 –at least they had a day to come together and plot out what it all means in a system that relies on racism to keep the working classes down and thereby also the prices of unnecessary consumer goods.
Apparently “dozens” of restaurants closed in the North American heartland. Tatiana Sanchez of the hopelessly incompetent Mercury News tried to do the story justice in today’s paper. No word yet on if Driscolls or Giant or Well-Pict or Dole suffered, who are massively to blame for any inducement people may have to come to California illegally, and also as guilty of starting the current heroin epidemic in the strawberry fields. Hope someone got the point!
Spring is in the air. Stretch insists that he’s sensitive to changes in atmospheric pressure, and that moreover it affects his beer consumption.