ready
June 30, 2005 •
Fear
June 29, 2005 •
I have no idea why clowns scare the hell out of me.
Greg
June 28, 2005 •
When I was in sixth grade I joined a junior bowling league. It was started by my goofball friend Greg. Greg was kinda weird. All he would ever talk about was how good a bowler everyone in his family was. We actually gave him a nickname of "Balls" for awhile just to shut him up about bowling. His father was a big time amateur bowler and Greg thought it would be cool if we started our own league. He managed to talk ten of us into joining.
The league started 15 minutes after school let out and you had to be there on time. One problem. The bowling alley was about one long mile from the school. All of our parents worked, so we had no ride. This meant every wednesday at 3:30 you'd see ten sixth graders running down the street struggling to carry their bowling ball bags. It was quite a sight. We were complete dorks.
One day a bunch of "big kids" in a camaro pulled up next to us. We could smell the pot smoke drifting from inside the car. They yelled out "run you morons" and "Hurry up you douchebags". We tried to ignore them but they drove slowly next to us laughing and getting more creative with the insults. I was getting really pissed off, all of us were.
I looked around for Greg. He was up the street a few houses and had stopped to open his bowling bag. "What the hell is that goofball doing?" I thought. Greg reached in and took out his bowling ball. He put his fingers in the holes and looked back at the camaro which was inching up the street. I remember thinking to myself "No fucking way" as he stood on the sidewalk in the classic bowlers stance. The guys in the camaro saw Greg and realized what he was going to do. They punched the gas pedal trying to gun it past Greg. But Greg you see, Greg ....was a damned good bowler, he timed it well. He lofted the ball over the small stretch of grass and into the street. It bounced twice and slammed into the front quarter panel of the camaro.
The last thing I remember is someone yelling "RUN!" as the guys came out of the camaro after us. We all ran like the devil was after us but those guys were too stoned to get a good chase on us. We all got away but five of us lost our bowling balls that day. The big kids took every one of them. That was the last time we went to our bowling league. We knew those guys in the camaro were out there, somewhere.
We all kinda looked up to Greg after that. He wasn't such a goofball.
He was a really good bowler.
Chops
June 27, 2005 •
Service
June 26, 2005 •
Device
June 25, 2005 •
My friend Michael in LA is leading an effort to save the historic Irv's Burgers. He's asking people to send an email or two to the various city hall members.
Send em some love.
Oh Ricardo
June 24, 2005 •
Do
June 23, 2005 •
Arlene and Phyllis
June 22, 2005 •
Suddenly I'm kinda hungry.
Relaxation
June 21, 2005 •
Pure
June 20, 2005 •
Cubist
June 19, 2005 •
Pinkie
June 18, 2005 •
Joust
June 17, 2005 •
Poise
June 16, 2005 •
Diplomatic Assurances
June 15, 2005 •
Placement
June 14, 2005 •
Just us
June 13, 2005 •
Dells
June 12, 2005 •
Toro
June 11, 2005 •
Those socks.
It strange how a picture can bring up a memory of something you haven't thought about for years and years.
When I saw the socks in this pic, I had flashbacks to a childhood memory. My mom took me to Sears to buy some underwear and socks. Mom was always looking for a bargain whenever she shopped so it wasn't long before she found the socks that were on sale. One problem. They were all the same color as the socks this guy's wearing. I pleaded with my mom not to buy the butt ugly, light blue socks but nothing I could say would change her mind. She could never pass up a bargain...she bought the damned socks.
There was no way I was going to wear those socks to school. I had gym class third period and I'd never hear the end of it from the other kids. So everyday in the morning, after mom dropped me off at school, I'd take off my socks and hide them in a bush outside the school.
To this day I refuse to wear anyhing that's that color blue.
No
June 09, 2005 •
Supply
June 09, 2005 •
Sorry to be so topical. I can't help myself.
Anyhow
Go see Mike at Satan's Laundromat. He has wonderful photographs.
Demand
June 09, 2005 •
Rock
June 08, 2005 •
I was talking on the phone to my friend Nick who runs the site The Boat Lullabies. I asked him to keep an eye out for photos of people flashing the "metal sign". When we met for lunch this afternoon he gave me this gem of a pic.
Also
I got a mention in todays New York Times . Whooo hoo! You'll have to register to see the article or go to bugmenot and get a password.
Fancy
June 07, 2005 •
Propaganda
June 06, 2005 •
Yotsuya Simon
June 05, 2005 •
Up
June 04, 2005 •
When I get old.
I want to be able to swing like this guy.
Outfit
June 03, 2005 •
Subversion
June 02, 2005 •
A typical class photo.
In a typical 1952 town.
Until you notice the one thing that makes this one not so typical.
The kid in the bowtie flashing the metal sign.
Rock on Chicago.
Lee Godie
June 01, 2005 •
