Late Late Nite FDL: I Like CowsBy: Phoenix Woman Friday August 3, 2007 10:00 pm |
And they like me.
I like — cows. Just wait and see.
‘Cuz they go moo — yeah, move over!
(From the great 1980s New Wave band The Suburbs.)
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first?
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MOOO!!!
two in a row…now to tell downstairs.
well damn
one a night’s enough, i suppose ;-)
So, we’ve moved from cats to cows?
PW, FYI, Howie has more on DI FI.. posted today.
I’m down with cows — they’re nice and placid ;-)
I like Cows With Guns
hey spidey
LoudounLib @ 8
Ever try to get a downer cow on its feet? They ain’t placid.
How about “Behind the Cow“?
montag @ 11
No, can’t say that I have — but I’ll take your word for it!
Suzanne @ 9
Suz, this is cute ;-)
Dang, utube doesn’t have a tube of elvin bishop’s party till the cows come home
Eureka Springs @ 7
Thanks!
By the way: I was just teasing earlier — I had to go backstage and set up my post for tomorrow (and make sure the video worked!). I wasn’t pouting at you!
Dang, I just finished peeling my taters, for Mashed Potatoes and fresh angus sirloin steaks with sauteed onions!!!
Suzanne @ 15
Mmmmoooooo!
Just thought I should give the mods a heads up to not let this thread devolve into a flame war about who’s better…The Suburbs or Husker Du.
No worries.. We late nighters take it as our duty to push primo posters into publishing..)
The sum total of my experience with cows is having a small dairy farm in our backyard when my family moved to the formerly small town of Herndon, VA in ‘68. The cows would come hang out at our back fence and fascinate us city kids…
Phoenix Woman @ 16
Sorry for crabbing at you so much, but I am really livid about this latest collapse.
-GSD
The best and possibly only analysis of the FISA FIX is found at http://balkin.blogspot.com/ Marty Lederman does really great work.
CTuttle @ 17
Mmmmm, Angus!
I have to go down to the farmers’ market and pick up some buffalo burgers. We’re taking them with us when we go camping next weekend.
RBG @ 19
This may require a six pack..)
RBG @ 19
bowing before the all mighty and powerful Site Administrator – yes sir
Argh. So . . . tired. I want to participate, I’m not ready to go to bed yet, but my brain is mush.
RBG @ 19
Hey, I like both. The ‘Burbs started out being a lot less technically proficient than Bob Mould’s band, but once they took the cure they got much better.
Al Ja*eera reporting:
“As many as two hundred people have been reported killed or wounded in Nato-led air strikes in southern Afghanistan.
A spokesman for US-led forces said late on Thursday that the raids in Helmand province had targeted a meeting of Taliban commanders but local officials said about 50 civilians were among the casualties.”
Old George’ll tell you the US doesn’t kill civilians…….
-GSD
well if you’re doing the 80’s dont’ forget eurhythmics (love is a stranger).
Liss/DreamingCrow @ 27
Just watch the video. That’ll count as participation. ;-)
Has any band ever had a stranger pair of front men than Chan Poling and Beej Chaney? They were a big part of the reason the Suburbs were one of the best live bands to ever come out of Minneapolis.
RBG @ 19
Holy crap, not even close. Husker Du by a mile.
Though the ‘burbs are just fine.
skippy @ 30
hey skippy -how’s my favorite roo?
Eureka Springs @ 20
Awww, you’re so sweet!
Suzanne @ 34
Someone please correct me if I’m wrong, but last I heard Bob Mould was living and working in Dee Cee.
Also giving a shoutout to Neomort and Black Spot, a couple of my fave Twin Cities bands from back in the day.
Also the Swingin’ Teens.
Phoenix Woman @ 31
Just watch the video. That’ll count as participation. ;-)
That, I already did.
I will be so glad when the Breast Cancer 3-Day is over. I keep wearing myself out for fund-raising, which is ridiculously slow, and I haven’t even walked yet!
LoudounLib @ 21
I sang to some cows once. They all gathered around the fence and mooed. Of course, they might have been saying “Shuddup!” Heck, I was just being Dale Evans…
oh i have no frickin’ idea how to edit my comments…i screwed it all up. so please ignore everything i say on this thread.
Margot @ 40
;-)
popomo @ 32
A-yep. Chan Poling’s nuts, and Blaine John Chaney is even nuttier. (”If I were an excitable guy… this would bother me… to no end. (three second pause) BUT I’M NOT!“) I almost posted “Tape Your Wife To The Ceiling” but decided against it.
…and the Cows. It’s all coming back to me now.
Edit: I mean the Minneapolis punk band the Cows. Not to be confused with the Suburbs song above.
skippy @ 41
Say what? ;-)
skippy, you forgot to scroll down all the way down to the end of the blockquote html. tis a common occurrence – we are getting pretty good at reading between the lines :)
Margot @ 40
Sounds like a certain fungi may have played a role in that..)
Phoenix Woman @ 24
Those suckers are leaannn!!!
skippy @ 41
no worries ace, If I have done it once I have done it a million times. sorry for popping up last scan before end of shift so to speak.
looks like argos has the “can’t sleep yet’s” like I do ;-)
Indeed so much to say and so little skill.
skippy @ 41
Dang! A mighty titan within the Blogosphere can’t edit in another’s site???
Chan Poling is now married to Eleanor Mondale, daughter of Walter Mondale.
I hear ya, argos — I just hang out, and learn ;-)
Eureka Springs,
Oh no! It was a country drive with family. I wanted to stop to pick wildflowers. THen I saw the cows and sang Yippie Ti Yi Yay, git along, little dogie.
OK, I don’t like the way that looks, I’ll go along with the mushrooms :~)
Follow the money.
Libya to buy lots and lots of military equipment from France.
The world is full of warmongering, greedy pigs.
I hope the meek are immune to radiation poisoning.
-GSD
CTuttle @ 48
That they are. Put a dab of butter in the pan or they’ll stick!
One of the best meals I ever had camping was when spouse’s dad fixed up some buffalo steaks and new potatoes for us when we were camped at the mouth of the Brule River in northwest Wisconsin, on the shore of Superior.
I must admit I have thought of a podcast, but after being crushed, speaking is not a strong point, but one handed typing and cracked brain thinking does not help.
You can’t YouTube the 80’s without Devo.
That is all.
Well, I have to go to bed so I can be up to chat with the morning crew. Y’all be good to the mods, OK?
GSD @ 56
For that is what they’ll inherit, once all the other MF’s Rapture outta here!!! *g*
TheOtherWA @ 59
Ahh a fine time in my mind.
wigwam @ 23
wigwam, this is a great link, thanks.
anyone interested, in addition to bullet points & analysis (re:DNI)
you can also search page for link to the bill (13pgs, pdf)
g’night PW, and thanks :-)
argos,
We’d be interested in what you have to say. We have so many nice and funny people here. Smart, too.
Phoenix Woman @ 60
Sleep well, PW and thanks for the great posts.
hmmm, suddenly having flashbacks to the early 80’s and the birth of MTV as it once was…
argosfalcon @ 62
I suppose that is a good segue into Part Two. I don’t want to think about jury duty, so SF in early 1968 might be a good diversion….
Phoenix Woman @ 60
Night, PW. Thanks for the great posts. ^_^
In a largely cluelesss article about the influence of the “Netroots” on the Democratic Party, reprinted here, the following was the version of this paragraph (since cleaned up considerably, online) that appeared in the deadtree version that landed on my front porch this morning:
But tension is inevitable. “The Net roots is a young, evolving, maturing group of individuals,” said Jane Hamsher, a Hollywood producer who founded Firedoglake, a blog about women’s issues. “We don’t always agree on everything, much less do we directly reflect where the American public is at.”
Yup, that’s what firedoglake is — “a blog about women’s issues.”
It’s all makeup and monthly bloating, all the time — exactly like an online version of Redbook, or Cosmo.
Phoenix Woman @ 57
Aah, Some Moose and Bison along the Peace River in Alberta with my Dad, when I was a wee wittle one!!!
montag @ 68
part two? oh please oh please with sugar on top
Suzanne @ 72
Give me a few minutes.
Up in Anacortes, WA with Ms. ET, and ET, Jr. ETette is out on a small island near San Juan Island for the night with fellow teammates on their WWU National Division II champ crew team. This evening, a close friend who’s the skipper of a tug that is up here working the tankers at Cherry Point refinery, took us out to demonstrate the tractor tug, and to observe the crew assist a chemical tanker unberthing from the drydock here.
Tugboats have certainly changed since I worked on them 25 years ago. This thing can go in any direction and start and stop on a dime. 8,000 hp! Beautiful evening. I was able to take pictures of the tug headed out to assist another tanker with Mt. Baker in the background at sunset.
Anacortes sure is a pleasant town. We walked around quiet neighborhoods until dark. Meanwhile, back in Alaska, the GOP continues to crumble into bits and pieces. Beginning to take a few Dems with them…
Michael Scott @ 69
fucking waapoo – they know exactly what firedoglake is and who jane is.
Ed*ard Teller @ 74
Tugs are awesome! They remind me of helicopters!!!
Ed*ard Teller @ 74
I love the Anacortes & Whidbey Island area so much! Have you been there before? Have you went to the Islands? To Deception Pass?
Pardon my enthusiasm, please. I adore my state so much. ^_^
ET, hope you’ll post some of those pics on Facebook.
Suzanne @ 75
*Snort* ‘Women Issues…’!!! *g*
Okay, music nut that I am, I have to admit I have never heard of the Suburbs before this evening. Maybe I just forgot about them..)
Anyone remember Holger Czukay?
Or Felt
Eighties music *sigh* thank the goddess that’s over.
LoudounLib @ 5
You can’t stop her. You can only hope to contain her.
I read that in the dead tree edition of the WaPoo today and just rolled my eyes…
Liss/DreamingCrow @ 27
i’ve never let that stop me.
we are mush-accepting.
lol burns — you gotta watch out when I’m on my weekend off ;-)
Ed*ard Teller @ 74
My sis in law grew up there. Beautiful.
LoudounLib @ 82
I think we need to take Suz’s Vitals!!! ;-)
argosfalcon @ 58
what hit you?
CTuttle @ 76
Weird! Never thought of it that way. Tugs themselves are quite safe at sea, riding low and being able to shuck a lot of water. The work is dangerous. Helicopters have always been and always will be dangerous – I’m two of the three survivors of two helicopter crashes!
These tractor tugs are sort of like an upside-down helicopter, in that they have two propellers in the middle that can go in any direction, and you can control the pitch. We went from 10 knots to stop in a length and a half.
Anyone from Massachusetts here?
yellowdog jim @ 83
Meh. I seem flaky enough even when I’m not mush-headed. :p
‘night all. Off to pack for emigration to the FRofSuz.
CTuttle @ 61
Well some may inherit the whirlwind, or its seed, and some will have the blessing from both. Sorry just became a reverend for a friends 30th ceremony, and in inspecting mythology, things have leaked into my head. Scientist, defender of the republic and some kind of priest. How odd but, thats a late night thing that causes reflection best keep some where else.
SunnyNobility @ 91
oh yeah, we were supposed to think of names for this new republic.
Do we need a visa or anything pesky like that?
Wordsmith @ 89
NH here.
-GSD
P.S. An interesting read about the Shaghai Cooperation Organization.
NATO has some competition.
TheOtherWA @ 59
Speaking of 80s bands …
Currently listening to “A Year in the Wilderness,” the new disc from John Doe (formerly of X). Brilliant stuff. His best solo work by far. Highly recommended.
SunnyNobility @ 91
g’nite sunny
Ed*ard Teller @ 88
My Dad was killed in a helicopter crash in Pine Point, NWT, when I was about 9!!! I’ve traveled in military choppers of every make and model, still find them fascinating!!!
yellowdog jim @ 87
several tons of soil.
burns, do you have XM?
LoudounLib @ 93
nope, and no matter how burns tries to complicate it with all his financial and tax talk, it is called free for a reason
argosfalcon @ 98
how?
Margot @ 40
Hey, folks, don’t forget– Nothing tips like a cow! And if you don’t believe me, I can tell you right where to go to get the t-shirt! Picture up shortly on Facebook.
Bob in HI
Suzanne @ 100
Whoa Nellie, ya don’t want freeloaders do ya??? *g*
CTuttle @ 103
free floaters
TheOtherWA @ 59
No.
No it’s NOT!
West Coast Ruled.
AND SO DID THESE GUYS!
Make Devo look tame . . . harumph. ;-)
well, it will be somewhat self limiting being only 1086 sq feet.
Suzanne @ 105
we’re adaptable — we can sleep on the deck ;-)
yellowdog jim @ 101
Working for the DOD a trench fell in or a part of one, a long story and if known might upset some folks. pre- 911 workers were no better treated than the post ones. And archaeologist/anthros. you were never there now shut up or we will take away the little money you get. so ask me no questions and I will tell no lies.
Suzanne @ 105
Dang, can’t even measure up to Liechtenstein!!! ;-)
i just hope someone brings an air conditioner
And who DOESN’T like cows, eh?
GSD @ 94
GSD @ 94
ok gang, I’m out for realz. Good night all!
Yes, I believe that we should give these people more power to secretly gather information before the 2008 elections.
-GSD
This whole FISA stampede by Bush reminds me of those signs I’ve seen in mechanics’ offices:
The Lack Of Advanced Planning On Your Part, Does Not Create An “Emergency” On Our Part
argosfalcon @ 51
TribeScribe @ 63
In all of these cases (PatriotAct, AUMF, DTA, MCA, etc.) the devil has always been in the detail, and in details that are omitted from press reports. You’ve just got to read the original and get folks like LHP and Marty Lederman — God bless ‘em — to fill in the context.
Word,
The Red Arrow Diner. One of my occasional haunts.
Old shifty Mitt rolled with the punches and offered up just enough pap.
-GSD
i am sorry you were injured.
a href=”#comment-870707″>argosfalcon @ 107
i heard nothing.
“do i know you?”
i hear ya argo – 24 years public safety ended with a fake knee, 5 bad discs in my back, and a great fuck you courtesy of ah-nold in his revision of worker’s compensation – bastoid took away my court ordered lifetime medical with his sell out to the insurance companies.
Chuck Roast @ 112
Cows a fine and noble beast, at a distance anyway, and where would our cooking be without them, unsung heroes of the kitchen.
Michael Scott @ 114
I’ve heard it as; ‘Piss Poor Planning Produces Piss Poor Performance!!!’
Chuck Roast @ 111
well, there were the cowsills…do they count?
Did TexB ever tell us what kind of bathing suit Emptywheel was wearing?
nope, jacqrat and tex went to bed a while ago. did you check out the pictures she posted? maybe it is there – otherwise… you will have to wait until tomorrow to ask her
yellowdog jim @ 118
unless you worked in environmental science or archaeology from 1975 to 2000. or the military not likely, but I have always been a happy drunk, between my “whoops almost reveled to much”.
GSD @ 117
He made this claim: “We found it cost us more money to be giving free care out at hospitals than to help people buy their own private care,”
I’m curious about that.
wigwam @ 115
The Telecoms had better not be absolved for their complicity!!!
argosfalcon @ 120
Cows are stupid….
argosfalcon @ 119
my brother-in-law raises cattle on 250 acres along the guadalupe river.
only a dozen or so.
he grows hay too.
has a degree from A&M.
cows are cool.
what were cows before domestication ?
Wordsmith @ 128
And how smart do you have to be to be steak?
argosfalcon @ 51
Agreed. Sometimes my lack of skill in expressing my rage at what is happening reminds me of the final scene of Harlan Ellison’s “I have no mouth, and I must scream”:
But after a million years, just being around in some form or another must give you some street creed.
Bob Schacht @ 102
OK, here’s the picture.
Bob in HI
LoudounLib @ 99
I do. Bad reception at home, so I mostly listen at the office. Mets games and XM Cafe.
Suzanne @ 119
I have a best bro in Pahrump, NV who just retired from CalTrans after almost 20 with similar issues . . . Ahnald has NOT been good to the working class . . . wishin ya the best ya can be . . .
argosfalcon @ 130
how smart can we let them be
before they’re steak?
wigwam @ 131
Man I loved that story, to bad I have had to live parts of it.
yellowdog jim @ 135
Now theres a question.
Ya can’t talk about 80’s music and not mention The Wallets and their rendition of “Dancing in The Nude”
Another Minneapolis 80’s band that travelled many of the same roads as Husker Du and the Burbs
larue @ 134
thanks larue – tis the reason why i am having to sell the little cottage by the creek in the redwoods and move to a state with a lower cost of living.
Suzanne @ 123
On facebook? (dutifully goes over in search of some excitement.)
CT, did you see this link earlier re:ATT
ABC piece re: NSA & 22yr ATT tech who spoke up…
This is the complicity part.
jacqrat – found tex’s link…
CTuttle @ 127
I’d like to get to the technical details of what’s going on here. Per the Wikipedia:
Through a combination of advances in dispersion management, wavelength-division multiplexing, and optical amplifiers, modern-day optical fibers can carry information at around 14 Terabits per second over 160 kilometers of fiber
That’s almost a billion phone calls and a hundred miles. So, who is responsible for picking out the authorized calls? Is that the responsibility of the telco, or of the NSA? Frankly, I expect that the NSA records and archives every bit they get their hands on and sort the bits out later.
wigwam @ 131
you are speaking for me.
i come here as a part of my rage management endeavor(s).
also, FirePups and the goddesses and dudes of the front pages help me find the words, the images, the vocabulary, the Narrative(s), to be able to express my rage …
more accessibly.
plus the comfort of y’all’s companionship,
in our mutual rage.
Suzanne @ 140
Parallels.
He HAD a nice condo in Bishop, as a getaway.
Had to sell it, to build a small 900ft or so house on property he had in Pahrump where he’d stay during the week in a trailer . . .
Your pics of your place you’ve shared are grand, and I know the region . . . heart breaking to have to leave it . . .
Have you a state and area already in mind?
Tacoma/Seattle and a bit north of that can be reasonable . . . we got our eyes on THAT area as a getaway outta Sac and CA . . .
Well it’s off to bed for me no beer, and a long weekend of doing what I hate/love most writing. But to use a phrase from the firesign theater “how can you be in two places at once, when your not anywhere at all”. peace,love,dove (man thats so 60’s).
argosfalcon @ 138
Ah…yes – exactly. Except for these bovines
Is it me or is there no preview button?
larue @ 145
Right now, am stuck with my Kaiser so am having to stay in their coverage area – either oregon along the coast or maybe southern washington.
Wordsmith @ 148
I’m showing a preview button. Have you done a hard refresh of the page instead of the refresh comments button? Many times, that will clear it.
Wordsmith @ 147
that is The illustration of
How smart dare we let them be?
THHHHUUUUUUHH _________________________ won!!!
(Hint: Not Boston.)
In exile from 150 years of family in California, now in the midwest, but America is all about re-invention. I just regret I’m so unpleasant to look at.
Suzanne @ 139
larue @ 146
Tacoma/Seattle and a bit north of that can be reasonable . . . we got our eyes on THAT area as a getaway outta Sac and CA . . .
Just remember, not actually in city. Shoreline, just north of where I’m at in Seattle, actually has a steep drop in price, just by being past NE 145th Street and out of Seattle.
People moving here complain a lot about the cost of living, but I also know that this doesn’t happen generally with people who move from CA.
BigMitch @ 152
astros
Suzanne @ 150
Right now, am stuck with my Kaiser so am having to stay in their coverage area – either oregon along the coast or maybe southern washington.
Nothin like fresh sea air, the bark of seals, and the honk of sea lions . . . best to ya, time to get outta this and into that . . . oinks to all.
Man I’m crossin my tails that Pelosi will stand up where Senate stood down today . . . sigh.
TribeScribe @ 141
Frontline PBS did a show on it.
I will stay up all night, and like all good writers find one more reason not to write. love
Argh! Second time tonight that I’ve messed up formatting!
Not an emptywheel in the bunch. But an Egy! Finally get to see what she looks like.
I’m lonely. it’s hot. Not a good combo.
Suzanne @ 151
I’m showing a preview button. Have you done a hard refresh of the page instead of the refresh comments button? Many times, that will clear it.
Nope – still no preview button. I’ll close the browser and come back. It’s not that big of a deal. I have nothing really important to say.
Wordsmith @ 89
Useta be.
Eureka Springs @ 157
right ES, looks like much of the same footage.
montag @ 162
How long ago. Did you happen to see the video with Mitt Romney today about health care while in NH campaigning?
oinks to you too, larue.
Liss/DreamingCrow @ 155
Just caught your post . . thanks LisaDC!!
I’ve looked at all kinds of online pricings in the region. I got a rough idea of SOME of the areas and their costs to rent, buy, etc.
My sis and her hubbie were in Bellingham, but now are in . . . dang I forgo, but it’s near Bellingham. They LOVE Vancouver Island and who wouldn’t . . .
Puget Sound, Bainbridge Island . . . all that LOVELY seafood . . . and pickers galore and pubs abound on the waterfronts.
Yeah, I could live like that . . pass the manilla clams, please . . . *G*
Now to bed with a whiny stomach for things it can’t have!!!! lol
Wordsmith @ 164
Nope, didn’t see it.
Been a while since I lived there, and only off and on. Have kept connected to people there while Romney was governor. He was just as big an asshole then as he is now. *yawn*
Interesting statement by AT&T from Frontline site
wrt pending case…
AT&T Statement on NSA Issue
On June 27, 2006, AT&T issued this statement saying “the law does not permit” comment on the NSA allegations: “What we can say is AT&T is fully committed to protecting our customers’ privacy and would not provide customer information to any government agency except as specifically authorized under the law.”
(italics mine)
—————————
Guess they got another Friedman unit
to get those nasty details hammered out.
TribeScribe @ 141
Exactly! Vacuuming up everything!!!
Okay, an abbreviated Part Two, in order to set up a Part Three:
Where we left off: the big hole in Dirty Dick’s floor. (”Don’t fall in…. Hurt’s like a bastard.”)
I suppose, at this point, I ought to explain a couple of things. For the most part, I’d never lived in cities. For most of my life, I’d lived in or near SAC bases, and those were almost always out in the middle of nowhere. I’d been feeling that I was pretty much completely out of the whole “culture” business, and spending three weeks in San Francisco in early 1968 was to wind up in just about the hippest part of the country with an army buzzcut, clothes that said “square,” and no real connection to the place, except an excitement about the music.
More about the music in a minute. Dirty Dick had people to meet and deals to make, so we were on our own, and the hole in the floor was looking less and less tres chic by the minute, so we all wandered off the next morning. I wandered down Market St. until I hit the pier. After an Indianapolis winter, it was like Fiji to a northern Minnesotan, mid-fifties, not too humid, slightly overcast. Across that reach of water, there was Alcatraz, and I sat at the end of the pier one morning just looking at that scene, like all the other tourists and collected ne’er-do-wells, wondering about what that would have been like. When I turned around and wandered back up Market St., I found a little diner on the south side of the street, now likely gone, and went in for coffee and a sandwich. It was very nearly a perfect `50s relic, a place that was slowly dying for lack of business. Red leatherette booths, Formica tabletops, linoleum floor. And Rock-Olas at every booth. Today, I suppose, people would think of the Rock-Ola as a sort of remote control for a centrally-located jukebox.
Now, I wasn’t a complete hick. I knew what those were. I clambered into a booth, up close to the outside wall near the sidewalk, and strolled through the music on the Rock-Ola. Everywhere I’d been before, these had contained top 40 hits, and most about five years out of date. But, here, it was different. It was full of local music. Local bands, California bands, bands that for the most part had not penetrated the rest of country. Acid rock, John Cippolina and Quicksilver Messenger Service, blues, everything. It’s the only place I know of in the country that had both Ravi Shankar and Howlin’ Wolf on the Rock-Ola.
What that told me about San Francisco was mirrored on the streets. The people I passed on the sidewalks were having a good time. There were, of course, the pairs of people, small groups of people, who were a bit too intense, too deep in their own personal field of weeds, but what I mostly saw were people who were excited, about something–or nothing–who cared? In the midst of that war, that war that now seems almost prehistoric, people were talking to each other, smiling, laughing, and living large, mostly on very little money. Panhandlers were everywhere. A funny sign did well. A shaggy guy in a frayed suit with a sign that read, “Abandoning the military-industrial complex–family to feed” seemed to have gotten a few more coins than others.
But, there was a kind of energy all around that I don’t think I’ve ever experienced elsewhere. It was, in the midst of a whole lot of shit, I dunno, hopeful. And, I don’t think that hopefulness was solely due to there being an excess of marijuana around (although there was).
Maybe a little about that in Part Three….
larue @ 166
No problem. Let me know if you start planning to move up here. I’d be happy to help with information.
Mmm . . . clams. ::drools::
oh montag – that so captured that era in sf – the energy was so special – so incredibly postive.
ES, thanks for the reminder re: Frontline series.
every vid on this page is relevant.
The footage with Yoo in Segment 3 is
particularly interesting.
Would just like to say: You are what you eat.
(jus sayin’ for the benefit of those who actually eat steaks – or rather stupid cows )
You know who you are…and now we know too. jus sayin’ !
Leahy sparring with Jennings on C-1!!!
Did anyone read the newish interview with Noam Chomsky at alternet.org?
G’night all.
thanks montaq.
TribeScribe @ 172
The whole show was pretty damning and another one I just watched again is here (praise tivo).
Lemming @ 139
i’m hip. heard them in Iowa City in ‘86 or so.
way cool ….
or was it at Steb’s in Cedar Falls ?
CTuttle @ 174
thx!
Liss/DreamingCrow @ 178
Nite, Liss! I’m bidding the Lake another fond adieu, as well!!! Aloha Oe!!!
Guten morgen Firedoggies
Suzanne @ 140
but, but, we can’t have class warfare! poppy Bush promised!
FiniFiniTOOBZ! @ 184
Ahhh… Guten Abend Fini and Fahrender!!! Aloha Oe!!!
Guten Morgen
Is FiniFiniTOOBZ nick-name a reference to Senator Toobz STEVENS whose career may just be, shall we say, “Finin?”
Suzanne @ 150
Oregon, near Eugene would be nice if you can deal with the cloudy, damp weather …..
BigMitch @ 187
Indeed it is.
Will be back in a few hours with coffee to read all of montags installments at once..
Good night from the Ozarks you fabulous firedogs.
fahrender @ 185
You misunderstood him. He didn’t say no class warfare. He said, “No waging of class war by people who are not members of my class.”
Eureka Springs @ 190
Gnite ESAR
fahrender @ 186
Eugene is on my list – there is Kaiser in Salem and they accept Eugene as part of their service area. My heart is set on the coast but we shall see…
(waving to all the sleepy firepups leaving)
Eureka Springs @ 188
rest well.
Today, I flew into Ted Stevens International Airport. I looked at the sign to see if I could follow the inspirational leadership of the highway blogger, and insert the words “Unindicted co-conspirator,” above the name of Senator Toobz.
BigMitch @ 194
what, you are gonna leave us hanging? is there room?
I think it can be done.
sweet, mitch.. i’m liking the way you think (grinning evil grin)
Hatch, what a tool. Jennings is a fat fuckin’ frat boy.
Not that there is anything wrong with fat.
——-Big Mitch
BigMitch @ 198
“we have the technology …….”
fahrender @ 201
Need to look through attic for appropriate printer.
Suzanne @ 194
sleep well …….
dreaming of beaches and tides
BigMitch @ 202
seek and ye shall find ……
Alan Bock wrote a great piece saying the Pat Tillman Saga Is Far From Over
carry on, pilgrims. time to pretend i’m working …….
brief mention of cows (nitrogen) and an intro to
permaculture at ecosutra (movie trailer)
My daughter, age 16 is visiting and so, I took a pass on following the news as closely as I usually do. She has gone to bed, and I peek into the internets to see what is being squeezed through the tubes.
On C-Span 1, the Prince of Fuckery, Orin Hatch is orating some total bullshit in a voice that makes my skin crawl. So I take a peek at HuffPo.
WTF!!! Senate gave Bush his Spy Bill? Geez, Louise!
Thank heavens that Leahy just told Hatch to fuck himself, (in appropriate Senatese!)
finifinito @ 189
Hey, who closed the toobz?
;>)
Suzanne @ 172
It was, indeed, positive. Who knew exactly why it was that way, but it was. It might have been the sense of everyone that if they could change a war, they could change the society that started that war, even though it was not to be.
A few days after that, someone said, “let’s find Jimmy.” (Now, some explanation is required. Remember the 6′9″ guy from Guam that threatened to kill me in Indianapolis when he realized he was going to Korea and I was going to Hawaii? Jimmy.)
So, we got hold of Jimmy. Jimmy had grown up on Guam, with, I think, four younger brothers and sisters, all of whom were orphans. A guy in the Merchant Marines who’d been crewing ships bringing bombs to the B-52s to drop on Vietnam found Jimmy and the remainder of his family picking through the scraps from the military bases for food. Kept running into them trip after trip, and decided to adopt them. Built a brand-new house in Hayward, a Spanish hacienda, with porticos and red tile roof, of about 3000 square feet and plunked these urchins down in the middle of northern California not too many years before Jimmy got drafted. (I think Jimmy is now a right-wing professor of international politics in the Bay area.)
So, we call Jimmy. Jimmy says, “let me see if I can borrow my sister’s car.” And he does. He picks us up in a brand-new white Dodge Charger, and we head for the freeway. As we’re cruising the elevated expressway (the one I think that was destroyed in the last big earthquake), at about 70 mph, a car pulls up in the rightmost lane, the driver rolls down his window, motions for me, sitting in the front passenger seat, to roll down my window, and yells at me, “give this to Jimmy!” It’s a lit joint. So, I reach out, take it from him and give it to Jimmy.
Jimmy takes a big toke, waves at the driver on the right, and tells me to give it back, so, I do. The driver of the other car grins and speeds off. “Friend of mine,” says Jimmy.
Off the freeway, up hills and down hills, and unbeknownst to me, we find ourselves parked a few car lengths down from the intersection of Haight and Asbury.
Now, by this time, I think they’d already buried the hippie, officially, in Haight-Ashbury, to signify that the hippie had already been co-opted by the mainstream culture, but you wouldn’t have known it from the locals. There were entrepreneurs everywhere, especially 12-year-olds, hawking their wares on the sidewalks, “hash, lids, acid… hash, lids, acid.”
I stood on the sidewalk, taking all this in, when a `37 Packard hearse (you know, the kind of car with a front grille that Stanley Mouse would have made a poster of) pulled up in front of a head shop a few feet away, and it was like the freak circus’ clown car. The side door opens, and a cloud of blue smoke pours out, followed by one after another of people that the Silent Majority hated at the time–striped bellbottoms, beads, boots, great masses of curly hair, fourteen of `em trooped out of the hearse and into the nearest head shop.
People smiled and nodded and went on their way. This was not unusual. It was normal in Haight-Ashbury.
Almost every one of them said, “hey, Jim, how you doin’?” A couple of them came over and gave Jimmy a hug and toke.
Almost everywhere we went, someone yelled, “hey, Jimmy, how you be?” Jimmy seemed to know everyone. And everyone knew Jimmy.
We got into the car and sailed off out of SF into Oakland, and Jimmy navigated the streets like a tugboat captain in the Bay navigated its narrows. We ended up a mile or so from the docks in Oakland, in an immense field of gravel with a sad ochre metal building at the corner of the lot, with Jimmy gesturing for us to get out and go in.
It’s probably not kosher to bring up cultural references to explain the scene, but, for those of you who have seen “Animal House,” try to imagine walking in on the home boys’ own bar in that movie. That’s where we were. Off in the corner of the building were a couple of guys playing pool, and one turned, saw five white guys in his home territory and made motions of breaking his pool cue over the end of the table in anticipation of some territorial grievance.
And then he recognized Jimmy, and said, “JIMMY! Come on and play a game!”
Jimmy knew everyone. Just about everyone, I think.
Kennedy questioning Jennings, who is acutely uncomfortable with questions about political briefings, possible hatch act violations.
darkblack @ 209
I did. When it came time to register with the site in order to have the Facebook thingy I opted to return to my OG moniker I’ve carried since 2001. There is a rather long trail of Internet debris associated with the name finifinito that started out on Yahoo.
Suzanne @ 142
Thanks! I wish someone would “tag” a few more faces. . . .
Bob in HI
dang, montag – you capture that era so well – just like armstead maupin(sp) did sf in the 70’s with his tales of the city.
Ah, the little blue F has borged you.
;>)
The older handle is more melodic to my eyes…No graceful coda to the other.
the Tubes
Well…these guys are mildly amusing but for the real 80s deal ya gotta go Tubes dudes!
I actually lived this song with a skinny waitress I took over to my coke dealer’s pad….left her there sometime around 3 am as she would not shut up.
He never forgave me.
That was the 80s.
darkblack @ 215
I’ve never been accused of having a graceful coda before. Thanks?
Saw The Tubes at their Brookdale Lodge Halloween Celebration a couple years ago. The costumes on stage were pretty good but there was this woman in the crowd in a diaphanous scarf outfit with a headdress full of snakes…
Montag, I had a friend like your Jimmy – Ami. Drove a metalic pink 57 Cadi (with fins) or an old black cadi hearse.
Cows — Probably my favorite noise/punk band of all time. And from Minneapolis, too.
finifinito @ 218
You’re welcome
:)
Now, back to the dance, so to speak (eye…bleach…yadatcetera)
Montag, that was a very evocative piece.
A.Citizen @ 215
but this one’s better.
it’s from the 80s.
hey db – how’s the southland?
Hey Suzanne, not bad. Breezy.
Hi Suzanne… :)
hey nate – you still ca or are you back in hawaii?
TheOtherWA gets major points from me for bringing up DEVO.
Shumer having Jennings for breakfast. Next up, Sen. Whitehouse.
what cspan re-run are you watching mitch?
Suzanne @ 213
Funny thing. I never did make it to North Beach in that time. :) Not much money, so, mostly, just wandering about the Nob Hill area when it was still an affordable place for freaks and working people.
I even got to see the inside of Coit Tower (I had a big argument with an instructor who had gone to Stanford, who said that it was closed at the time, but when we hiked up there, it was apparently unlocked for maintenance, so we peeked in and saw some of the “subversive art” on the walls).
One never knew for sure who one met in the army. There were bullshitters all around, and one couldn’t much trust anyone’s personal history. One guy I met at Ft. Dix was in the National Guard and had been in the army almost two years, going to different intelligence schools, and he gave me his address and phone number and said, “hey, if you’re ever in the area, look me up.”
He lived in Berkeley, so, on that trip, I did. He said, “I’ll pick you up and we’ll go on a tour.” We went all over the redwood forests in his (then-new) `68 VW bus–the one with the panoramic front windshield. He was a freckled, red-headed guy who had a disconcerting habit of, when driving those forest roads, coming up on a cliff face and screaming at the top of his lungs, “arrgh, we’ll all be killed,” and throwing his hands up in the air and off the wheel, then grabbing the wheel at the last second and turning. It worked on me the first couple of times. :)
After an afternoon of that, he brought me back to his parents’ house for dinner, and it knocked me for a loop–about 150 feet up a slope to the house, walked into the living room into two-inch plush cut-pile carpeting, a Bosendorfer grand piano near about thirty feet of floor-to-ceiling windows opening onto a view of the entire bay and the bridges.
His father was an executive with one of the railroads, and he was their radical kid. :)
Scott Jennings (not) testifying on c-span 1 from Thursday at the Sen Jud Com.
Suzanne @ 214
He’s written a new book, Suz. I don’t know the name right now. Nite!
Suzanne @ 227
I’m still in CA. I’m gonna call it home. At least for a few years. I’ll always find my way back to the tropics eventually. But for now, CA is home.
ah montag, you were probably down in my neck of the redwoods – the santa cruz mountains – i used to commute over the hill (into the san jose area) via bear creek road, curvy, hilly, steep drop offs. my mom drove it one time and now goes the long way around when coming up to visit.
what i loved about the city back then was that ya never knew who the guy next to ya was – he could be homeless or a famous rock star – or an fbi plant. all part of the mystic of the city in the late 60’s.
nite margot – sleep well
nate – you gonna be doing work for charlie brown again? any word on a potential doolittle indictment yet?
Margot @ 232
More Tales of the City, perhaps?
thanks
twice more,
montaq
I used to eagerly open up my morning edition of the SF Chronicle to read Tales of the City. Everyone was reading it and talking about it – a true to life and up to date capture of 1976. Serial killers, hot sex, drugs, disco, politics, all in the Chron with people trying to figure out who the characters were based on.
wife says i must go to bed.
adios amigos.
well, that’s about it for me tonight. montag i look forward to reading more of your trip
g’nite all and i’ll see ya ’round here, same bat time, same bat channel.
This Scott Jennings testimony — now over — is beyond bizarre. The White House produces documents and then claims privilege, WTF.
I kind of have a recollection of the Bobby Kennedy days of fighting the Mafia, and all the witnesses taking the 5th. Or was that McCarthy?
Don’t these SOB’s have any shame?
All next week House and Senate hearings relating to Alberto and the firing of the US Attorneys starting Monday at Noon ET on CSpan 2
oh, Good night Suz.
yellowdog jim @ 237
Yer welcome, for what it was. :)
Of course, as an encapsulation of three weeks, there was necessarily a lot of dead time, but, as I recall, it was never that dead. It was a people-watcher’s paradise.
Funny, when we had to report to Oakland for transport, the powers that be kept up there for days. We were getting very close to missing our report date in Hawaii, so a few of us tromped over to operations and asked what was going on. The people there wouldn’t tell us why we couldn’t get a flight.
So, we kind of hung around and waited, found a clerk who was lower-level that we thought would let us in on why we couldn’t get a flight.
Turned out that all the flights went to Hawaii, but only stopped at Hickam AFB for refueling. So, can’t we get on one of those? “Uh, uh, no, we can’t put you on one of those flights.” Ummm, why not? “Because they’re all going to Vietnam, and we’re afraid if we open the doors to let you out, we won’t be able to keep the others from leaving with you.”
So, they made arrangements for a commercial flight for us. They put us on PanAm One out of SF (the flight that then went around the world). There were two Australians on board, three Japanese businessmen, the six of us, and eight flight attendants.
About ten minutes after take-off, they announced that the plane was over international waters and the two-drink limit was not in effect, and about five minutes after that, the head stewardess said that because of the limited number of passengers, the menu was limited to filet mignon or pheasant under glass. And, drinks for the military were free.
The guy next to me was so drunk when we hit Hawaii in the afternoon, that when he walked out of the rear door to the ramp, the heat and humidity hit him and he nearly fell down the ramp. He would have, if I hadn’t grabbed him by the collar and the belt and pulled him back. :)
Bob Schacht @ 213
Hi Bob. I think TexB was being discreet, seeing as how some folks don’t have pic-to-handle comfort.
Here’s a spoiler, though – I’m in the first pic of the spread… and I’m already home to CA.
BigMitch @ 242
Yep. And Scott Jennings is going to jail unless he’s charged with violations of the Hatch Act prior to Chimpy leaving (he’ll almost certainly be pardoned). His lawyer is playing it smart I think.
Suzanne @ 240
Ah, well, it was mostly more of the same. After all, it was only a few days, and without much money. Not enough time to reform Dirty Dick–or repair the hole in his floor–and not enough courage to leave the military and become a hippie in training. :) Or to make lasting impressions on the populace or on us. :)
If I knew what I know now, I would have been spending lots of time on Telegraph, visiting the bookstores, frequenting City Lights, and occupying time with people in People’s Park.
It’s a bygone era now, and my time there was limited, in a lot of ways. Just wanted to give younger people a glimpse of what SF was like, then, and to suggest that the opportunity to stop a war and change the course of the country made people different than they are today. There was a culture there that was, despite its dependence upon similarity (wasn’t just about everyone doing flowing paisley posters of rock band announcements then), very energetic in a way that’s, somehow, missing today.
San Francisco was, in the vernacular of the day, a “happening” place, and that was not an accidental term. There were things going on all around the town. It was, then, a generally happy mix of freaks, working class, cultural mavens and uptight assholes. For me, it was utterly new and refreshing and wholly unlike anything I’d known previously.
If I’d not been in the military then, I’d probably never left it. It was, then, captivating.
But, then, there was that time in the barracks, where a tall thin guy who I’m now am almost sure was Marv Ross, later of Quarterflash, who liked my twelve-string playing and forced me to play the Byrds’ “Do You Want to Be a Rock and Roll Star” over and over again with him for two hours one night, and said, “I got a band in the Northwest, look me up when you get out,” and gave me his address on the Washington side of Portland. And I never did.
If he’d lived in SF, maybe I would have.
yellowdog jim @ 223
the concept, camera work and editing…….. brilliant.
Good Morning, Firepups!
It’s overcast and muggy this morning in central Jersey, with another day in the 90s on the way. I’m getting ready to hop on the bike for bagels, and I made a new pitcher of iced coffee last night.
Thanks, Montag, for the great stories of SF in the day.
Going to the Coalition for Peace Action’s annual Hiroshima Remembrance tomorrow with Mr. NJP. It’s been interesting following the contretemps between Clinton and Obama over use of nuclear weapons. The Remembrance Ceremony tomorrow will feature a Nagasaki survivor as keynote speaker.
Work for peace, every day.
njprogressive @ 248
You’re welcome, such as they are.
It’s a damned good time to remind everyone–including Ms. Nothing’s-Off-The-Table that nuclear weapons are the ultimate collective punishment.
Work for peace, every day–damned straight.
Good morning from Chicago!
Just for you morning guys, that texB photo of the girl with the hand in the air is me.
Good morning, pups. The NYT has the odious Ms. Collins writing about Mitt Romney’s dog. You know the story… Judith Warner writes about children’s mental health.
http://mgpaquin.wordpress.com/
Coffee and tea are all ready, and there are croissants today. Have a great day.
Sorry mods. Insufficient coffee. Poor word choice.
egregious @ 251
HIiiiiIIi Egy! I knew it was you the moment I saw your eyes.
Marion in Savannah @ 252
and to think i used to like gail collins. sigh. live and learn
The Suburbs! Great band from my hometown.
Ah the 1980s. Heyday of Minneapolis music.
The Replacements. Husker Du. Soul Asylum.
(and later) Babes in Toyland. And of course, Prince.
Had the plug the hometown.
Thank you for your time.