Just somethin' f'er ya' to groove to...
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Went to the beach today after doing part of my doctor's and pharmacist's jobs for them. They've been screwing up my prescriptions and my back's been "out" for days. I was ready to sing them this song with a brick in my hand today. I was just to-the-point "nice" instead.
-Doc
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Four Letters
N.L.C.S.!
On to Philly to whip up on some uh, Phillies.
Great game, guys! Thanks for doing The City proud!
Eddie Vetter covering Otis Redding? Why the heck not?
-Doc
On to Philly to whip up on some uh, Phillies.
Great game, guys! Thanks for doing The City proud!
Eddie Vetter covering Otis Redding? Why the heck not?
-Doc
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Hate The Tomahawk, Fear The Beard(s)
I hate most everything about Atlanta, Georgia. Heck, I hate most everything about the entire state. These last few hours, however, have been Heaven.
There is NOTHING better than watching a well organized team of Nancing About Left Coast City Dwellers kick the crap out of Ted Turner's Tribe Of Semi-Tough Butch Rednecks (from a town that shoulda' stayed burned). Nuthin'. Better. The Liberal, Pot Smokin', Fag Town Guys win again. Try runnin' that one past a union stevedore down by AT&T; Park sometime. You'll get tossed in McCovey Cove, babe.
I also truly HATE that stadium wide demonstration of Idiocracy In Action "Tomahawk Chopping Thang" that Braves fans do. And, as if that weren't enough, there's the equally inane "Indian War Chant" thing that goes along with it. As though ALL INDIANS EVERYWHERE, sing that 13 note dog shit tune. Shut up.
Right after THE HIT, They did.
Actually, after the go ahead run in the 9th, there was a truly bitchen sound byte and quick pan shot of Tim Lincecum yelling: "Fuck yea! SHUT UP!" I heard it. Clear as a bell. Betcha' Uncle Ted wishes he could have that one back on a ten second bleep. I sure as shit wish I didn't have to listen to his announcers during the away games.
Tune in tomorrow for more Atlanta bashing, folks. And..."It's nothing personal, just BASEBALL!" Atlanta: "Grab some pine, Meat."
I have to kind of back-peddle here for a moment...I did actually have have a nice time in Savannah one weekend and I do have a soft spot for women with Southern Accents.
Y'er Pal,
-Doc
There is NOTHING better than watching a well organized team of Nancing About Left Coast City Dwellers kick the crap out of Ted Turner's Tribe Of Semi-Tough Butch Rednecks (from a town that shoulda' stayed burned). Nuthin'. Better. The Liberal, Pot Smokin', Fag Town Guys win again. Try runnin' that one past a union stevedore down by AT&T; Park sometime. You'll get tossed in McCovey Cove, babe.
I also truly HATE that stadium wide demonstration of Idiocracy In Action "Tomahawk Chopping Thang" that Braves fans do. And, as if that weren't enough, there's the equally inane "Indian War Chant" thing that goes along with it. As though ALL INDIANS EVERYWHERE, sing that 13 note dog shit tune. Shut up.
Right after THE HIT, They did.
Actually, after the go ahead run in the 9th, there was a truly bitchen sound byte and quick pan shot of Tim Lincecum yelling: "Fuck yea! SHUT UP!" I heard it. Clear as a bell. Betcha' Uncle Ted wishes he could have that one back on a ten second bleep. I sure as shit wish I didn't have to listen to his announcers during the away games.
Tune in tomorrow for more Atlanta bashing, folks. And..."It's nothing personal, just BASEBALL!" Atlanta: "Grab some pine, Meat."
I have to kind of back-peddle here for a moment...I did actually have have a nice time in Savannah one weekend and I do have a soft spot for women with Southern Accents.
Y'er Pal,
-Doc
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Drive By At Rove, Carly, et. al.
Regarding the above Masthead: I have no qualms with the state of Utah. I just think it's a really weird place to live. I did live there for about six years, mostly in Park City, which is kind of like a California/Colorado Ski Town that accidentally fell on Utah.
Robert Redford picked me up hitch hiking once in Utah. He looks allot smaller in person than on that big screen. After a couple of minutes he noticed that I was giving him that "where the Hell do I know you from" look and he just said: "Yea, I am."
Just a quickie here:
OK, OK, I just can't resist. This guy is hilarious:
Me? I'm watching the Arizona Diamondbacks at San Francisco game. What else? I even canceled my haircut to be doing this. Tomorrow, it's San Diego vs. S.F. @ AT&T.;
Giants won 4-1 today! All we have to do to clinch the NL West Pennant is to win one of our three games with San Diego. Let's DO that, boys! More than one is just well appreciated icing on the cake.
-Doc
Robert Redford picked me up hitch hiking once in Utah. He looks allot smaller in person than on that big screen. After a couple of minutes he noticed that I was giving him that "where the Hell do I know you from" look and he just said: "Yea, I am."
Just a quickie here:
OK, OK, I just can't resist. This guy is hilarious:
Me? I'm watching the Arizona Diamondbacks at San Francisco game. What else? I even canceled my haircut to be doing this. Tomorrow, it's San Diego vs. S.F. @ AT&T.;
Giants won 4-1 today! All we have to do to clinch the NL West Pennant is to win one of our three games with San Diego. Let's DO that, boys! More than one is just well appreciated icing on the cake.
-Doc
Monday, September 27, 2010
Why Ruth Underwood Is God
Forthwith, THE BIG THUMB:
Segue into 1973 with Ruth's husband, Ian, the Fowler brothers, George Duke, et. al.. If you don't see God here, there's something seriously messed up with your ears/mind.
Ruth solo:
It's GOD, I see GOD! Eric Clapton actually said that while listening to Frank and The Mothers but, "What the hey..."
My Stepfather played vibraphone and marimba (and he was pretty danged good) but Ruth Underwood, he wasn't.
My pal, Sherman Barrymore Keene, was Zappa's road and studio engineer. He's fed me a couple of "Ruth anecdotes." All of them good. Sherm's a real straight arrow. Some day I'll do a page on him and his stuff. He's one of the Top Ten of All Time recording engineers, period. I gotta' give him a call pretty soon anyways just to find out what he's up to. He's kind of a Mad Scientist type and I don't hear from him for months and then it's two or three days straight.
Went for a walk (a quick-step two miler) and ended up at the Laotian grocery store and the Humane Society's thrift store. Bought a Joe Jackson cassette "Best Of" tape and a pretty neat-o old West German cheese slicer. It doesn't take much to get me excited some days. I also picked up some quality Japanese sesame oil, Shirakiku, to fry some chicken in. Yum! A few veggie pot stickers, a couple of cold beers and my taste buds will be seeing God.
I forgot how much I like Joe Jackson. He's a great song writer, if nothing else. OK, he's got a great voice and plays piano pretty well too.
-Doc
Segue into 1973 with Ruth's husband, Ian, the Fowler brothers, George Duke, et. al.. If you don't see God here, there's something seriously messed up with your ears/mind.
Ruth solo:
It's GOD, I see GOD! Eric Clapton actually said that while listening to Frank and The Mothers but, "What the hey..."
My Stepfather played vibraphone and marimba (and he was pretty danged good) but Ruth Underwood, he wasn't.
My pal, Sherman Barrymore Keene, was Zappa's road and studio engineer. He's fed me a couple of "Ruth anecdotes." All of them good. Sherm's a real straight arrow. Some day I'll do a page on him and his stuff. He's one of the Top Ten of All Time recording engineers, period. I gotta' give him a call pretty soon anyways just to find out what he's up to. He's kind of a Mad Scientist type and I don't hear from him for months and then it's two or three days straight.
Went for a walk (a quick-step two miler) and ended up at the Laotian grocery store and the Humane Society's thrift store. Bought a Joe Jackson cassette "Best Of" tape and a pretty neat-o old West German cheese slicer. It doesn't take much to get me excited some days. I also picked up some quality Japanese sesame oil, Shirakiku, to fry some chicken in. Yum! A few veggie pot stickers, a couple of cold beers and my taste buds will be seeing God.
I forgot how much I like Joe Jackson. He's a great song writer, if nothing else. OK, he's got a great voice and plays piano pretty well too.
-Doc
Sunday, September 26, 2010
SUNDAY!
BIG JOHN MAZMANIAN! FUNNY CARS! U.S. AMPHETAMINE SPEEDWAY! SUNDAY! BE THERE!
O.K., so it's just me, the TV and football and baseball. The 49ers lost like a bunch of Girl Scouts playing the Roman Legions at the Battle Of Carthage. On the other hand, the Giants won AND carried two out of three in Denver! Back home @ AT&T; Park for three games with the Cincinnati Reds and then two games with the Dogtown Padres and it's the end of regular season. No jinxes here, folks.
Boston Red Sox vs. the New York Yankees @ 5pm. Not my team(s) but it's still baseball to watch. The Seattle Seahawks are beating the San Diego Chargers right now as are the Cincinnati Reds beating the Padres. We're back at even up with the Padres as of tonight, if S.D. loses. No jinx, remember? But, it is 6-2 Reds in the 7th inning...
Goin' to the beach again for an hour or so. Run my buddy's dog a finish all his sentences for him. He said I could. His dog gave me $50.00 to keep it up for a month.
-Doc
O.K., so it's just me, the TV and football and baseball. The 49ers lost like a bunch of Girl Scouts playing the Roman Legions at the Battle Of Carthage. On the other hand, the Giants won AND carried two out of three in Denver! Back home @ AT&T; Park for three games with the Cincinnati Reds and then two games with the Dogtown Padres and it's the end of regular season. No jinxes here, folks.
Boston Red Sox vs. the New York Yankees @ 5pm. Not my team(s) but it's still baseball to watch. The Seattle Seahawks are beating the San Diego Chargers right now as are the Cincinnati Reds beating the Padres. We're back at even up with the Padres as of tonight, if S.D. loses. No jinx, remember? But, it is 6-2 Reds in the 7th inning...
Goin' to the beach again for an hour or so. Run my buddy's dog a finish all his sentences for him. He said I could. His dog gave me $50.00 to keep it up for a month.
-Doc
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Page Views
It's interesting to know who reads your blog. I think...Maybe I didn't want to know. One guy's profile says he "does research for Homeland Security." Are you sure you don't mean Home Depotland Security? Anyway, have fun, J. Edgar Junior. You may be interested to know that I have a photo of the real J. Edgar over where my telephone sits in my house. J.'s listening to a phone call in the photo. It's from a local High School multi-media presentation on "Government." I found it in a thrift store. One of my prized Weird Americana possessions, as per my profile description.
Tucked into the top of the photo is a letter from Harry Sarazin, Special Agent, F.B.I., Retired, thanking me for my work doing fund raising for the Southern Poverty Law Center. You Home(Depot)land Security guys can bug my phone, steam open my mail, etc., anytime you want but you're going to get really bored listening to me and my cronies talk about old records, electronics and even older girlfriends...Then there's always my incessant ramblings about baseball and football. Yep, I'm a regular Public Enemy Number 1. I do listen to allot of weird music though, so, you got me on that one. Hook me up and drag me off to stir, boys.
People from all over the place have done Page Views on this thing. Russia, Latvia (I didn't know there still was a Latvia), India, France, South America, etc., etc.. Mostly though, right here in the USA.
I'm going to the beach to play with the dog and stuff.
Ad addendum: The other "stuff" ended up being cleaning up a beach parking lot. I remembered seeing a Philippe Cousteau commercial for World Oceans Day or some-such on TV over the last week. Not that I needed a "reason" to clean up the burger wrappers and bags, soda/energy drink cans, coffee cups, broken glass, a couple of disposable diapers, the PVC liner from a car's wheel well, a sock or two and some basic trash like napkins, etc.. People are such swines. The one that always gets me is the disposable diapers in parking lots, anywhere. Put the nasty thing in your trunk and throw it away in the next dumpster you see. You already touched it once, twice ain't gonna' hurt ya'.
The coolest thing I ever found on a beach was in Hawai'i, near the sewage treatment plant, east of the Kahului airport, on Maui. A 1920's hand blown Japanese glass fishing net float. It was about 6" long and 1.5" thick and a beautiful green/blue color. It had been floating around in the Pacific for God knows how long.
I gave it to a woman I was sleeping with who gave it to an old Hawai'ian guy she wanted to impress. I probably should have kept it or sold it to the antique guy I used to do "blob top" soda bottles business with. He'd also buy the old opium bottles that I'd dig up.
Back in the early 1900's, in Lahaina, the Chinese guys use to bury their soda, liquor and opium bottles in back corners of their houses under the floor boards. Or they'd toss them into the pit of their out-house. When those old buildings were being torn down, you could locate those bottle caches and score big. A perfect 1920's soda bottle would get you $100-150! Opium bottles, $20-50, depending on the size and age. The big money was in 1800's liquor bottles. Rum casks even more so. Lahaina was a whaling and pirate town all the way back into the 1700's. In the early 90's, when I lived there, allot of the older buildings from the 'teens-20's were being taken down to build bigger, modern buildings.
I think I liked the old ones better. It doesn't really matter. I'm never going back to Hawai'i anyway. Lahaina looks like Santa Monica now. The big transition to modernity was just starting to happen as I was leaving in '96. The Hard Rock Cafe', Planet Hollywood, big condo projects in the old sugar cane fields up by Ka'anapali, etc..
I wish I could have seen Lahaina in the 60's, when allot of it had dirt streets and plank sidewalks. If you watch the movie adaptation of James Michener's "Hawai'i", with Max Von Sydow and Julie Andrews, you can see that time period. Allot of the movie was shot around Lahaina in the late 60's. Around the same time that The Rolling Stones and Jimi Hendrix were lolling around naked on acid down at Little Beach.
Ah, Eh, E, Oh, Ou. Don't savvy? You ain't from Hawai'i, Brah.
The beach here was blown out yesterday, 6-8 foot shore break waves, fogged in. Perfect. This is our first big Northwest swell of Fall. Waves are supposed to hit 14' on the northwest facing beaches today. Too blown out to surf.
-Doc
Tucked into the top of the photo is a letter from Harry Sarazin, Special Agent, F.B.I., Retired, thanking me for my work doing fund raising for the Southern Poverty Law Center. You Home(Depot)land Security guys can bug my phone, steam open my mail, etc., anytime you want but you're going to get really bored listening to me and my cronies talk about old records, electronics and even older girlfriends...Then there's always my incessant ramblings about baseball and football. Yep, I'm a regular Public Enemy Number 1. I do listen to allot of weird music though, so, you got me on that one. Hook me up and drag me off to stir, boys.
People from all over the place have done Page Views on this thing. Russia, Latvia (I didn't know there still was a Latvia), India, France, South America, etc., etc.. Mostly though, right here in the USA.
I'm going to the beach to play with the dog and stuff.
Ad addendum: The other "stuff" ended up being cleaning up a beach parking lot. I remembered seeing a Philippe Cousteau commercial for World Oceans Day or some-such on TV over the last week. Not that I needed a "reason" to clean up the burger wrappers and bags, soda/energy drink cans, coffee cups, broken glass, a couple of disposable diapers, the PVC liner from a car's wheel well, a sock or two and some basic trash like napkins, etc.. People are such swines. The one that always gets me is the disposable diapers in parking lots, anywhere. Put the nasty thing in your trunk and throw it away in the next dumpster you see. You already touched it once, twice ain't gonna' hurt ya'.
The coolest thing I ever found on a beach was in Hawai'i, near the sewage treatment plant, east of the Kahului airport, on Maui. A 1920's hand blown Japanese glass fishing net float. It was about 6" long and 1.5" thick and a beautiful green/blue color. It had been floating around in the Pacific for God knows how long.
I gave it to a woman I was sleeping with who gave it to an old Hawai'ian guy she wanted to impress. I probably should have kept it or sold it to the antique guy I used to do "blob top" soda bottles business with. He'd also buy the old opium bottles that I'd dig up.
Back in the early 1900's, in Lahaina, the Chinese guys use to bury their soda, liquor and opium bottles in back corners of their houses under the floor boards. Or they'd toss them into the pit of their out-house. When those old buildings were being torn down, you could locate those bottle caches and score big. A perfect 1920's soda bottle would get you $100-150! Opium bottles, $20-50, depending on the size and age. The big money was in 1800's liquor bottles. Rum casks even more so. Lahaina was a whaling and pirate town all the way back into the 1700's. In the early 90's, when I lived there, allot of the older buildings from the 'teens-20's were being taken down to build bigger, modern buildings.
I think I liked the old ones better. It doesn't really matter. I'm never going back to Hawai'i anyway. Lahaina looks like Santa Monica now. The big transition to modernity was just starting to happen as I was leaving in '96. The Hard Rock Cafe', Planet Hollywood, big condo projects in the old sugar cane fields up by Ka'anapali, etc..
I wish I could have seen Lahaina in the 60's, when allot of it had dirt streets and plank sidewalks. If you watch the movie adaptation of James Michener's "Hawai'i", with Max Von Sydow and Julie Andrews, you can see that time period. Allot of the movie was shot around Lahaina in the late 60's. Around the same time that The Rolling Stones and Jimi Hendrix were lolling around naked on acid down at Little Beach.
Ah, Eh, E, Oh, Ou. Don't savvy? You ain't from Hawai'i, Brah.
The beach here was blown out yesterday, 6-8 foot shore break waves, fogged in. Perfect. This is our first big Northwest swell of Fall. Waves are supposed to hit 14' on the northwest facing beaches today. Too blown out to surf.
-Doc
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