Looks a little stoned.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
New Charlie Meet Old Charlie
Or vis versa. A very recent photo of Charles Manson taken for prison records this week.
Looks a little stoned.
Looks a little stoned.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Noodling
So as I type, twitch, tap and weave I hear Donna Jean doing that sexy singing/moaning thing in my ear. Suddenly I feel like Joe Cocker. (remind me to tell you about Joe at a later date). In this new millennium the weight loss thing has been so big. Biggest loser!?!
Do you remember in the 80's Jazzercise? Well on the Dead tours there were Deadercise t-shirts going around. (I'm watching the Closing of Winterland dvd, Scarlet/Fire is playing) BUMPER StICKER. I've got my wireless headphones on and I'm shaking my hip thang. But yeah, Deadercise.How could anyone go to a Dead show and not lose weight? Even if you ate a dozen hash brownies. (Time to say hi to Dorie) (and Jenny). Man I would lose 5 pounds and dislocate my knee during the China/Rider transition jam. Do you remember that Todd? Good thing there was a lot of opium around!
So, when I lived in NH I had a bumper sticker that said "THERE IS AN INTENSE CHINA/RIDER PLAYING IN THIS VEHICLE". People would always ask...what? If you have to ask...
One time at the Ventura county fair grounds they went into Fire On The Mountain, and as the song played this guy next to me hit me on the shoulder and said "check it out". I looked over to see the hills on fire. "Far out".
"No, my house is up there".
drag
I think that was '85. But hey man, in the words of Dr Johnny Fever in his sell out years, Gotta dance.
I'm back. Yeah, it was 7/13/85. The same weekend live aid was happening. If you saw the first episode of the tv news show...brain fart...48 hrs? they actually did a story about the Dead's 20th anniversary. "....While live aidwas going on in london and philadelphia, i Ventura CA they were having Dead aid...." VC fairgrounds was the west coast venue to see them at. Alpine Valley in the mid-west. As for the east coast, may it fall into the ocean before california. Just seconds before. Soon!
Do you remember in the 80's Jazzercise? Well on the Dead tours there were Deadercise t-shirts going around. (I'm watching the Closing of Winterland dvd, Scarlet/Fire is playing) BUMPER StICKER. I've got my wireless headphones on and I'm shaking my hip thang. But yeah, Deadercise.How could anyone go to a Dead show and not lose weight? Even if you ate a dozen hash brownies. (Time to say hi to Dorie) (and Jenny). Man I would lose 5 pounds and dislocate my knee during the China/Rider transition jam. Do you remember that Todd? Good thing there was a lot of opium around!
So, when I lived in NH I had a bumper sticker that said "THERE IS AN INTENSE CHINA/RIDER PLAYING IN THIS VEHICLE". People would always ask...what? If you have to ask...
One time at the Ventura county fair grounds they went into Fire On The Mountain, and as the song played this guy next to me hit me on the shoulder and said "check it out". I looked over to see the hills on fire. "Far out".
"No, my house is up there".
drag
I think that was '85. But hey man, in the words of Dr Johnny Fever in his sell out years, Gotta dance.
I'm back. Yeah, it was 7/13/85. The same weekend live aid was happening. If you saw the first episode of the tv news show...brain fart...48 hrs? they actually did a story about the Dead's 20th anniversary. "....While live aidwas going on in london and philadelphia, i Ventura CA they were having Dead aid...." VC fairgrounds was the west coast venue to see them at. Alpine Valley in the mid-west. As for the east coast, may it fall into the ocean before california. Just seconds before. Soon!
Mopeds and Firetrucks
The alpha and omega, long and short, yin and yang of street legal vehicles. Why I bring this up I'm really not sure. Well, yes I am, but let me first grab a beer.
La Fin Du Monde is whats on tap at this time. A Belgian style tripel from Unibroue. It translates to the end of the world, and hopefully it is not too far off. As things look it doesn't seem to be.
It all started on a sunny Saturday afternoon. A couple car loads of the unusual suspects headed down to Chatsworth park to pick up some acid. It was a very good batch. The high light of the night was when one of the slightly irregulars complaining of heart burn said he needed an antacid. Peels of laughter broke out and carried on for what seemed like hours. As I said, it was a good batch. So good in fact that the next day Gustavo and I decided that we wanted to trip again. Back to Chatsworth park. The trip out there must have been uneventful for I recall nothing of it. I suppose it was about six miles from Sepulveda to Charlies old stomping grounds. We got there, dropped the cid and headed home. It was just like a movie. Dumb and dumber to be more specific.
Our mode of transportation was a moped. apparently the moped wanted to be as dysfunctional as the two of us soon were to be. Every hundred yards or so it would die. I'd get off and Gus would pedal like a mad man trying to store up as much power as possible. I'd hop back on and we'd go another hundred yards. Eventually as Gus would pedal I would walk up the road so as not to have too much weight on it all the time. As Gus would come whizzing by at a whole ten mph I would attempt to jump on. Sometimes I was successful. Other times I had to run a few feet to catch up and try again. A half hour trip one way turned into a two and a half hour trip the other way.
Once back home Gus went to his apartment and I went to Jim and Gina's place where I had been crashing for a while. I just sat in the kitchen tripping, staring out the window. I could see the 405 and watched the traffic streaming, what seemed to be literally, by. Every now and then Jim and or Gina would look over and ask what was up. Mostly I just answered with the same smile that had been plastered across my face. There where a couple times when with a wide eyed stare I would just say "the building next door is on fire". At one point I even heard sirens. Not by mere coincidence so did the two non trippers. As I stood at the window now watching the commotion on the street I was asked what was happening. "Well the building next door has been on fire for the last 30 minutes and the firetrucks are now here." Hence, mopeds and firetrucks.
La Fin Du Monde is whats on tap at this time. A Belgian style tripel from Unibroue. It translates to the end of the world, and hopefully it is not too far off. As things look it doesn't seem to be.
It all started on a sunny Saturday afternoon. A couple car loads of the unusual suspects headed down to Chatsworth park to pick up some acid. It was a very good batch. The high light of the night was when one of the slightly irregulars complaining of heart burn said he needed an antacid. Peels of laughter broke out and carried on for what seemed like hours. As I said, it was a good batch. So good in fact that the next day Gustavo and I decided that we wanted to trip again. Back to Chatsworth park. The trip out there must have been uneventful for I recall nothing of it. I suppose it was about six miles from Sepulveda to Charlies old stomping grounds. We got there, dropped the cid and headed home. It was just like a movie. Dumb and dumber to be more specific.
Our mode of transportation was a moped. apparently the moped wanted to be as dysfunctional as the two of us soon were to be. Every hundred yards or so it would die. I'd get off and Gus would pedal like a mad man trying to store up as much power as possible. I'd hop back on and we'd go another hundred yards. Eventually as Gus would pedal I would walk up the road so as not to have too much weight on it all the time. As Gus would come whizzing by at a whole ten mph I would attempt to jump on. Sometimes I was successful. Other times I had to run a few feet to catch up and try again. A half hour trip one way turned into a two and a half hour trip the other way.
Once back home Gus went to his apartment and I went to Jim and Gina's place where I had been crashing for a while. I just sat in the kitchen tripping, staring out the window. I could see the 405 and watched the traffic streaming, what seemed to be literally, by. Every now and then Jim and or Gina would look over and ask what was up. Mostly I just answered with the same smile that had been plastered across my face. There where a couple times when with a wide eyed stare I would just say "the building next door is on fire". At one point I even heard sirens. Not by mere coincidence so did the two non trippers. As I stood at the window now watching the commotion on the street I was asked what was happening. "Well the building next door has been on fire for the last 30 minutes and the firetrucks are now here." Hence, mopeds and firetrucks.
Friday, March 13, 2009
In answer to my own question...
...some IRS accountant took care of my unsigned return.
It pays to spread a little joy to our countries number crunchers.
It pays to spread a little joy to our countries number crunchers.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
The Manson Whammy
I had heard that Charles Manson had some sort of supernatural powers, but I just dismissed as some D.A., book selling, money making malarkey. It appears as tho I was wrong. First hand experience has shown me.
I have had my van for almost for years now and have never had it fail to start. 100 degree temperatures, sub zero, always fired right up. Yesterday morning as I was getting ready to go to work I loaded some items into my van that I was going to drop off at a Goodwill trailer near to work. I hop in, start it up and a few minutes later, for better or worse, I am at work. Lunch rolls around and I decide to take the items over to the trailer. It was just some clothes and a stack of books. Despite it only being a few hundred yards away I decided to drive. The van starts up but runs very slowly, and dies after fifteen seconds. O.K., hit the restart button. No go. Hours later, still no go. Next a.m. same thing. The only thing I could come up with is The Cheese put the whammy on me. I had about ten Charlie books that I was going to donate and I think the wizard felt a little disloyalty. Hence the lack of mobility.
In efforts to get back on the road I will be sending off a letter to Corcoran prison with an explanation, along with a request to lift the hex. It's either that or call a mechanic. Now lets be reasonable, a mechanic?
I have had my van for almost for years now and have never had it fail to start. 100 degree temperatures, sub zero, always fired right up. Yesterday morning as I was getting ready to go to work I loaded some items into my van that I was going to drop off at a Goodwill trailer near to work. I hop in, start it up and a few minutes later, for better or worse, I am at work. Lunch rolls around and I decide to take the items over to the trailer. It was just some clothes and a stack of books. Despite it only being a few hundred yards away I decided to drive. The van starts up but runs very slowly, and dies after fifteen seconds. O.K., hit the restart button. No go. Hours later, still no go. Next a.m. same thing. The only thing I could come up with is The Cheese put the whammy on me. I had about ten Charlie books that I was going to donate and I think the wizard felt a little disloyalty. Hence the lack of mobility.
In efforts to get back on the road I will be sending off a letter to Corcoran prison with an explanation, along with a request to lift the hex. It's either that or call a mechanic. Now lets be reasonable, a mechanic?
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