What have you done!
WARNING: I try to keep this a family blog, but there is an F-bomb in this post.
So it's Memorial Day weekend. Got my flag out.
Things are good. Work is still challenging, but it is manageable and I am working at a steady pace and making good progress. I had that week off, then a week, and now a three day weekend. And I am looking forward to the day when I get to post that when you call the McDonald's 800-number, my system will answer.
For my birthday, I got this...
...and this...
That's five discs of Hunter S. Thompson's tape recordings. I've been diggin' listening to these. It's great to listen to the tapes that are essentially the source material for some of my favorite reads.
My favorite line so far is:
"What have you done! You put that fucking Chivas Regal in the Coke! You asshole! Jesus Christ! Good God man! That's horrible...put the top back on it man...that stuff evaporates...the whole thing will be gone in an hour!"
I got to see Hunter live once while I was at Berkeley. It was a great experience, don't get me wrong, but he had already become a caricature of himself. He showed up over an hour late. And when someone yelled, "Why were you late?" he replied, "Because there's no good speed in Berkeley." And then somebody shouted out a Barrington Hall phone number.
I was not in to that scene or anything, but I do know some people that were, and Hunter was right. The people that were in to that sort of thing had to road trip to Santa Cruz to get their drugs.
Some day I should do a post about Barrington Hall - my grandfather lived there and told me stories about how they would go on the roof and smoke cigarettes and look over at the girls showering in the girls' dormitory across the street. That was in the early 1900s - 1918 or so, I guess. By the time I got to Cal, Barrignton Hall had psychedelic murals throughout, purple sidewalks out front, and LSD painted in giant letters in the street. The reason was so that if someone was tripping and thought s/he could fly, s/hewould see those letters in the street and remember that they where high on LSD. Don't know if that actually saved any lives, but I would like to think it did.
Have I done a post on gender neutral writing and s/he yet?
By the time I left Cal, Barrington Hall was shut down, remodelled, and reopened under a different name. And all of the people who were in to that lifestyle moved to another co-op. Also, in 1991, during the first Gulf War, all of the real protesting was going on in San Francisco. I think we were there at the tail end of the Berkeley Legacy of hippie-freak-dom and activism. It still has its history, but in some respects, it might as well be U.C. Santa Barbara now.
So now I guess I don't need to do that post on Barrington.
Also, we're working on a major family project here. We are working hard in the Sun Room - aka the "place to put stuff that really has no place to go." Very soon, our guests will be able to use the Hotel Yorba Fitness Center and Meditation Room. I'll post pics when we're done. We've got ThermaBlock(TM) curtains up to beat the afternoon sun. We moved the Marcy Plate Home gym and the treadmill already. Hung up the punching bag. Tomorrow I'm going to K-Mart to pick up some more padded floor tiles. And Jake and Jeff and I will move the Elliptical and the Recumbent Bike and we will be all set to get a sweat on. Oh, and I'm gonna put our old stereo and a little TV in there so we can watch TV while exercising. And we'll also be able to do those Yoga DVDs. I'm really hoping this room will be a real life changer for us. And life extender, too.
And here, a result of odd lighting, is a weird picture captured from Video Skype of our dear friend Eraserted...
So it's Memorial Day weekend. Got my flag out.
Things are good. Work is still challenging, but it is manageable and I am working at a steady pace and making good progress. I had that week off, then a week, and now a three day weekend. And I am looking forward to the day when I get to post that when you call the McDonald's 800-number, my system will answer.
For my birthday, I got this...
...and this...
That's five discs of Hunter S. Thompson's tape recordings. I've been diggin' listening to these. It's great to listen to the tapes that are essentially the source material for some of my favorite reads.
My favorite line so far is:
"What have you done! You put that fucking Chivas Regal in the Coke! You asshole! Jesus Christ! Good God man! That's horrible...put the top back on it man...that stuff evaporates...the whole thing will be gone in an hour!"
I got to see Hunter live once while I was at Berkeley. It was a great experience, don't get me wrong, but he had already become a caricature of himself. He showed up over an hour late. And when someone yelled, "Why were you late?" he replied, "Because there's no good speed in Berkeley." And then somebody shouted out a Barrington Hall phone number.
I was not in to that scene or anything, but I do know some people that were, and Hunter was right. The people that were in to that sort of thing had to road trip to Santa Cruz to get their drugs.
Some day I should do a post about Barrington Hall - my grandfather lived there and told me stories about how they would go on the roof and smoke cigarettes and look over at the girls showering in the girls' dormitory across the street. That was in the early 1900s - 1918 or so, I guess. By the time I got to Cal, Barrignton Hall had psychedelic murals throughout, purple sidewalks out front, and LSD painted in giant letters in the street. The reason was so that if someone was tripping and thought s/he could fly, s/hewould see those letters in the street and remember that they where high on LSD. Don't know if that actually saved any lives, but I would like to think it did.
Have I done a post on gender neutral writing and s/he yet?
By the time I left Cal, Barrington Hall was shut down, remodelled, and reopened under a different name. And all of the people who were in to that lifestyle moved to another co-op. Also, in 1991, during the first Gulf War, all of the real protesting was going on in San Francisco. I think we were there at the tail end of the Berkeley Legacy of hippie-freak-dom and activism. It still has its history, but in some respects, it might as well be U.C. Santa Barbara now.
So now I guess I don't need to do that post on Barrington.
Also, we're working on a major family project here. We are working hard in the Sun Room - aka the "place to put stuff that really has no place to go." Very soon, our guests will be able to use the Hotel Yorba Fitness Center and Meditation Room. I'll post pics when we're done. We've got ThermaBlock(TM) curtains up to beat the afternoon sun. We moved the Marcy Plate Home gym and the treadmill already. Hung up the punching bag. Tomorrow I'm going to K-Mart to pick up some more padded floor tiles. And Jake and Jeff and I will move the Elliptical and the Recumbent Bike and we will be all set to get a sweat on. Oh, and I'm gonna put our old stereo and a little TV in there so we can watch TV while exercising. And we'll also be able to do those Yoga DVDs. I'm really hoping this room will be a real life changer for us. And life extender, too.
And here, a result of odd lighting, is a weird picture captured from Video Skype of our dear friend Eraserted...
posted by Eric Soderstrom at 11:53 PM
1 Comments:
My recollection of going to see Hunter with you was being disappointed that he lived up to expectations. We stopped at Moe's (now gone) on the way, and I picked up a book of his for him to sign (Hell's Angels). When he finished his rambling speech, he was mobbed by people wanting him to autograph books (not me), and was hustled out of there, looking a little fearful.
I guess it was what it was; but I think we were participants and not bystanders in the freak show.
Was Trav there? I can't remember.
-Scott
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