Finally, finally made it to the fourth floor of my beloved King Library, after a bitter monthlong absence, to be shit last in seeing San José old hand David Mejia’s exhibition Before and After Thanksgiving. It’s a painting (watercolor, right?) exercise and a modest history lesson. Mejia has been pushing his stuff for years. One of my favorites is the profane and puerile Ballman. It’s excellent that he’s getting some love at the library. Go see the paintings before November 30! I’ll let the paintings speak for themselves:
Low-res, off-center photos posted for collegiality and appreciation only. I really dig the playful but purposeful use of color and the comic book-style planning in general. It gives an emotional directness needed by the subject, just as an improvised shamanic performance would in a more advanced culture than our own.
I also like how he mentioned using fish as fertilizer in poor soils, because it reminded me of the many years of my life I spent wondering why the fuck, as it said in some school textbook of mine, they “planted fish.”
Holy shit, I just was wandering with Negrito around SJSU, looking for containers to recycle, when wouldn’t you know it I happened by chance across the biggest stash of roadbeers that I ever found: 7 Pyramid Haywire Hefeweizens (or in Santa Cruz, heffenwisen) plus an eighth of something I forgot.
They’d been put out in the office wastebasket outside the door to a department of the university that will go unnamed. I immediately shared a few with the first lady who walked by so you know I’m not greedy.
This is the biggest stash I’ve ever found in one shot, and brings me up towards the 20 mark of total roadbeers found since I’ve been counting!
I tried to share the good news by finding some free beer-finders’ forum but all I found was http://freebeer.org. But these louies don’t know jack about free beer! Share your free beer story in a comment below!
UPDATE: I think it’s called Haywire Hefeweizen because they fucked it up. It’s gross, no head whatsoever. Maybe the department that shall not be named left it out in the sun or something.
UPDATE: OH I GET IT it’s someone’s homebrew. Indeed.
Here’s some Black Lives Matter papel picado strung up on the second floor of King Library in downtown San José for the festivities of el día de los muertos. I don’t expect any of yall to understand, since all you have to do is not break the law. You’da shot him too, yknow? Some thug.
Anyhow, I thought it was tigh-ee-igh-eet. And white people should love the juxtaposition, since next to the BLM papeles are ones with skulls on them, representing genocide against black and native people, from a certain point of view. What’s not to love?
On the fifth floor was an exhibition of beautiful photos of various altars from México from the 1990s to the current day. I particularly liked this one from the Yucatán that had only natural stuff, which ancient Mexicans would have put on their altars. Pencas de nopal, that kind of stuff. A good time was had by all.
#justdontbreakthelaw #idashothimtoo #thug