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Hippies on Garbage: UCSC Dead Center

Went to visit the Dead Center at McHenry Library, UCSC, the other day, and was bedazzled by the print media shown there, which included old Rolling Stone issues (just as vapid as now only in a different way, a consequence of reliance on secondary sources) as well as Furry Freak Brothers and Zap, and the journal of the Diggers:

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Now this is what I call relevant writing from the summer of love! In the Diggers’ magazine from 1968 I found an article that really touched my soul as an avid collector of and despairer over garbage: “Garbage or Nothing.” Turns out it’s online right here, so my photo was useless. The argumentation is definitely in a poetic vein, but the message is right on. Who’s going to collect the garbage?

Those of you who insist on focusing your call-out culture on exclusion, representation, etc., without ever coming finally around to a practical discussion of and action on behalf of CLASS, the existence of this article and persistence of its problem are my challenge to you!

The young people want no part of [the problem of garbage], what with garbage their natural matrix and medium … Produce it? Collect it? They want to fuck in it!

Sounds like the line for the Genius Bar, the spectral trash heap of Snapchat exhaust! Turns out that environment wasn’t just Joni Mitchell’s thing. Here we have an article about how consumption was then and now visibly remains the axis of determination for class: the consumer class into which workers, owners, students, the incarcerated, the elderly, are all forcing themselves and from which we have to free ourselves in order for our movements for social and environmental justice to ever really gain traction in western society. At the time of publication, the movement in question seemed to be the famous sexual one. Now it’s the famous representation one, or whichever totally off-mark and irrelevant clicktivist movement one should like to choose before the militarized cops and the student loan companies crush it.

The article’s logic is ropy in places, and conversely needs a guide to really explain what people talked about then and what it has to do with the words used therein, but it’s still relevant as ever. Check it out!

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Cañada del Oro Wildflowers, Geocache Quached

Finally got up to Cañada del Oro, my favorite favorite place to bum around, last Saturday, to see the wildflowers. Though this is the most reliable place I know of in the San Ho area to see an astounding variety of wildflowers, I was somewhat nervous to see Indian Paintbrushes before the heat gets them. Saw this cool turkey on the way in, but I had to shoot the photo into the sun…

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Shitty digital Canon Elph lens was NOT cooperating to catch these blue dicks! You can eat them… IMG_2435

Shooting stars in the daytime!

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Finally the Indian Paintbrush showed up. I’m pretty sure the one below with the serrated leaves is also a kind of paintbrush, but someone can comment and fill me in.

IMG_2439IMG_2438Finally, I nabbed a bit of geocached plastic pollution! It’s been signed and stamped and commented upon by such as Mia Quiche, Fleetwood 7 and others. I took that shit back to the city and recycled it. Fuck your plastic geo-trash, Fleetwood 7!

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New Years 2017 Resolution Time

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Second of two comics I did for a Craigslist gig. They said after I turned them in that they didn’t want any swear words. More for the public to enjoy! Comment below if you think I should do a poster of this one; I’m pretty pleased with it.

UPDATE: posters gone! Have to make some more!

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Blue Doughnuts for SJ Homeless

Liccardo avoids the epidemic of homelessness in San Jose while having the 87 overpass on Santa Clara street done up like a video game, design by Seattle artist Dan Corson. Now drunk Sharks fans crossing from the SAP center to downtown won’t trip over themselves, and homeless senior citizens on the Guadalupe path will be able to read at night.

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