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ARCHIVES ARE OFTEN THUMBNAILS: strangers
59 city blocks from home.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
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Oh Sundays…
My flipflops are ragged, wretched things these days.
A little more HERE.
the sound of summer.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
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I stumbled on these two while on my way home from Sunday wanderings. I turned a corner & there it was.. the sound of summer. Ferocious & run through a car-battery amplifier on a sunny street downtown. I danced in place while being sunburnt on one side of my face for a long time. These two were so perfectly loud, w/a drumbeat that overran your heartbeat.
In between songs, Francisco & I smoked & spoke about music, the city & all its lovely kids w/out any money. He said they’d forgone a day of jamming in Dolores Park to come downtown w/the deep-pocket shoppers. It seemed to be working. Many people came & went, danced & went, paid & went. At one point, a guy went apeshit dancing all over the sidewalk & then threw his crackpipe into the busking box! What a gesture.
This nice girl Lynzi & I stayed for the whole set.. by which time the sun had disappeared.
Unless you go as deep as possible, I do not see the point of anything. Selah.
pragmatic holiday.
Monday, February 19, 2007
three seconds after these shots, a man tried to peddle off a shopping cart of his old porno tapes to me.
he said i could have them for a good price ‘cuz he needed money. he had ‘colon cancer’, he said… ‘& the flu’.
he was dressed like lee hazelwood & piloted that cart like nobody’s business.
i was jealous of his beard, but i disappointed him by turning down the offer. & laughing.
for a few moments, though, this alleyway was ours.