Lefty Limbo

We’re born
into a bright and shiny world
crawling through life
later learning
our whole world
is just trash and shit
We die
but baby
it was still
cool to
fly

Yay! We won the world cup!

Interesting to see someone waving a Spanish Neo-Nazi flag (similar to the one above) upon the victory of Spain at this years FIFA Copa Mundiál without incident. If anyone did that over here, there’d be a tremendous uproar, followed by endless reruns of the Time Life DVD commercial The Nazis: A Warning From History.

Happiness
measured in minutes
hours, days
’til that one special moment
where everything seems
a little brighter

Promises, resolutions
mending loose ends
forgiveness
and the feeling
of a clean slate
refreshed

It could be just any other day
a beginning
an end
but we celebrate it
like it’s a big deal

Just remember
every day is special
anything can happen
anytime

Be prepared.

This morning I woke up and was like, “I want to celebrate today with some good food.”

I remembered that in my cupboard I had one of those new “half-can” Spams, which yielded just enough slices for a hearty breakfast. So out on the stove it went. Sizzle sizzle. Mmm mm. Hot, fried Spam on a bed of fresh steamy white rice is definitely something I’m thankful for…on any day. 10-12 hour turkey? Whatever.

Speaking of this holiday, by far the most memorable quote I associate with Thanksgiving would be Wednesday’s ad-lib in the Thanksgiving Day Play on Addams Family Values:

You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, you will play golf, and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts.

Kind of strange that I didn’t realize the irony in Thanksgiving Day celebration until I saw that movie. Yet since then, Thanksgiving has taken a whole new meaning to me. I see it simply now as a day of giving thanks for the health, love and happiness I have in my life.

In that context, I believe I should be thankful every day for those things. Perhaps Thanksgiving Day is just an “official” day to count my blessings.

It’s 6pm and 80+ degrees in Whittier. I’d realized I’d made a mistake wearing my brand new black Pepy’s Galley shirt in this heat, and it’s sticking to my chest and back with my own sweaty adhesive (sounds gross). I bought an Aquafina and finished it. I never finish my waters.

Yet afterwards, I make my way into Starbucks (yay, Wi-Fi), and I order a tall Sumatra. Hot, with no room for cream.

I guess I like my coffee.

Leaving a Twix candy bar in the refrigerator for over an hour will diminish the characteristic combination of cookie crunch and smooth and silky caramel, as the cooled caramel hardens to a thick, rubbery substance which is somewhat resistant to normal candy chewing. This resistance thereby reduces the underlying cookie crunch to a hardly noticeable after effect, and the very foundation upon which Twix has built its mass appeal almost entirely disappears.

Those seeking to enjoy the harmonious coincidental synchronicity of cookie crunch and caramel should thereby enjoy Twix candy bars at room temperature and are discouraged from storing the candy bars in the refrigerator.

We went and saw Star Trek on Memorial day, and man oh man was it sweet. Can’t say that I was a real trekkie at any stage of my life, but I was always drawn to the original ’60s Trek series by the cold, logical likes of Spock, and likewise to The Next Generation by the equally emotionless entity of Data.

As testament to my non-trekkieness, I had no idea that Spock was actually a hapa, and that he had to struggle to repress emotions brought on by his human side. I still dug this portrayal, nonetheless, but kinda wish he backed away from those kisses with some kind of cool, non-feeling Spockist quote, instead of letting himself go. C’mon Spock!

Anyways, so that’s the golden nugget of the week. Shine shine.

If I could, I’d host a thousand blogs.

I have that many stories to tell. Just not enough time to tell ‘em.

So in the meantime, feast your swollen pink eyes on my latest auxilliary blog; a fond recall of the L.A. ’80s Mod & Ska Underground. Sigh…

Those Were The Days.

I’m usually not much for cross-promotion…Lefty Limbo typically is for my random artsy stuff and perhaps any current wreckage and or havoc wreaked by my rug rat…but I couldn’t resist plugging an online interview which I’ve just finished, one in fond recall of my fun and glorious days as a mod and skinhead, 20 years ago. I figured if I spent so much time writing out the answers, I may as well share it with as many people as I can, right? Click click click away, my bed-headed brethren and brethrettes…Enjoy!

L.A. Story: A Retrospective On The L.A. Mod and Skinhead Scenes

Still here, just busy as hell. Thanks for reading, in the meantime.