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Bedrock Cairns and Luna Tabu 2.0. Paired with the mirrorshades, I am led to understand that this is what The Youth refer to as a “fit”.
As a wise woman once said, “You can’t let the little pricks generation-gap you.”
It takes about two minute to brush your teeth. These two minutes are an opportunity to improve balance and ankle strength. Sometimes I switch feet halfway through, other times I’m feeling more ambitious and will balance on one foot in the morning and the other that night.
He’s about 8 ft tall and dresses like Brian Eno circa 1974 but with more makeup. Anytime I go to a show that I know nothing about, I look around to see if I spot him towering over the crowd. If he’s there, I know it’ll be a good show.
He should publish an iCalendar feed.
Sometimes I want to leave a device connected to the battery, but powered off. Last November I stopped looking for a power bank and instead bought a couple short cables with switches. I plugged one into one of my trusted Anker power banks, slapped a couple ranger bands on there, and have been living the dream ever since.
There’s nothing quite as satisfying as a good rocker switch.
In contrast to last year’s fair, at this event I only spotted one Ed Abbey book and maybe 3 or 4 Steinbecks. Instead the strategy shifted to the Beats. Plenty of Ginsberg, Snyder, and a first of Naked Lunch that tempted me.
One booth had a pile labelled “assorted tabloids” in which I found a copy of Search & Destroy No. 4. I took a photo of it, knowing that Vale was tabling somewhere in the Zine Fest section. When I later found him I showed him the photo and told him that when your own work shows up at the antiquarian fair, it means you’re old.
1954.
Another favorite is A Face in the Crowd (1957), which explores the danger of social media influencers becoming Populist politic figures.
It is as though she feels deeply that all human effort is foredoomed to failure, a conviction which seems to push her further into a dependent, passive withdrawal. In her view she lives in a world of people moved by strange, conflicted, poorly comprehended, and, above all, devious motivations which commit them inevitably to conflict and failure…
That was then a medical diagnosis, but today would just be seen as the normative baseline of the zeitgeist (within cells interlinked).
By way of comment I offer only that an attack of vertigo and nausea does not now seem to me an inappropriate response to the summer of 1968.
From the titular essay of The White Album.