Bad blog, bad blog, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do if they don’t read you?

Well, I reckon a person could minimize their effort and simply post random shots from the 60′s, 70′s, and 80′s and then write a few lines about each. The older a person gets, pass the beer nuts. Also pass the whiskey, and never, ever venture into Harlan County, Kentucky unless you are strapped. Next season, SAMCRO rides into Harlan County. Look for it in episode 5.6 of Sons. This is complete bullshit–I don’t know what I’m talking about. Next slide, please.

Here’s a man named Mike who used to tame wild birds in the park near the Honolulu Zoo, back in eighty-two or thereabouts. He had endocranial electromagnetic waves, or so I’ve heard. These waves evidently fluctuated in amplitude and wavelength–amazing, really.

This is The Old Dead Elephant, one-time inhabitant of a zoo that has no elephants anymore. He was morose. I always felt guilty taking his picture, but that never stopped me.

Life is a series of snapshots. Retaining–or recapturing–the spaces between the snapshots is an elusive goal.


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Random scenes from the 70′s and 80′s, Part One

CHP pursued a parolee-at-large in a stolen Delta 88 one winter night, southbound on an old two lane hard-ribbon on the muddy Central Valley floor. The officer did not employ the PIT maneuver; I don’t think CHP started using it until the mid to late 80′s. Instead, he passed the suspect vehicle and tried to stop him by slowing abruptly. The consequences are pictured above. No injuries.

A man and his granddaughter fed some snarky avian fiends. Honolulu, 1983. The kid is now in her 30′s and the man is 94. I was unable to locate the pigeons.

I tamed a wild rat and named her Mara, after a character in some book I was reading at the time. This was back in the analog age, and most rats got their reps from films such as Willard:

The above video is © someone else, not me.

Rats are cool—they’re like cheap dogs.


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