Showing posts with label real life crabwalking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label real life crabwalking. Show all posts

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Occupy Something



Red gave me a call around 5:00 PM.

Red: "They're kinda close. Can you close the shop early?"
Me: "No. Should really stay till closing."

At first I was confused as to why they were here - there is nothing around the shop, but roads and cats. Then again, I guess shutting down a port draws some attention.

It's not that I'm against the movement, but this sort of hubbub just seems saturated in bad press and more harm, than good, for the cause. You can't differentiate the anarchists, skulduggery, or clueless followers from the message. It seems most people I've heard from have had more pride in the fact that they're part of this piece of history, than pride in the sort of change they're pushing; not to say that the former is invalid, but isn't the whole point of this to achieve something?

Me: "No, yeah, they're really close. I'm getting out of here."
Red: "Bye."

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Grand Hallway - Blessed Be, Honey Bee
Ending Note: Condolences to the Runway Style House that was vandalised and robbed during the general strike.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Assault Leads To Good, Kinda

At lunch today, and found this to be quite uplifting.

Two reasons to be positive about this story...

A man acted on his principles and instinct, to do what he felt was right at the time. This same man, realized his error in the matter, and has gone to great lengths to make things right; clear the wrong, and assume responsibility. His actions after the incident are rare to witness, and should be commended.

In the time of professional athletes shooting themselves in the leg, getting in fights, and just plain being criminals and thugs, one of them kept his cool, and followed the procedure of social and legal action instead of flying off the handle.

Good job folks.

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Scrabbel - Mr. Blue
Ending Note: I love football season.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Roots and Webs



The person above is a filmmaker. I've known her for a number of years now, and at times, we understand each other clearer than we do our own selves. Of this project, and her passion for film, there is no understating her love for what she does.

Believe that when you watch the video, you're taking part in something greater than yourself, because she has the capability to take this project and run further than you probably ever will with anything in you entire life.

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Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros - Mondo Bongo
Ending Note: The Kickstarter program is a wonderful thing.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Binary Differences

Read the news online during my lunch break. It's something I inherited when I took the nine to five world on.

Went over the details of the stuff that happened in Norway, and had a talk with The Boss about it.

The Boss: "Do you feel better now that you've read that?"
Me: "No."
The Boss: "That's why I stopped reading the news. Nothing good ever happens in the news."

He's got a point, albeit a pessimistic one; corruption sells, death sells, humiliation sells. Need more proof, check your local listing for some choice programing. 

But I'd rather see things from another angle. 

I read the news to stay informed, to stay connected to the humanity that's in a constant swirl of chaos and change. If anything, the world needs all the help it can get, even from lil 'ol me. In the grand scheme of the game, I'm not making much of a dent in the the scales of hope and love and joy, but +1 is better than 0, and a hell of a lot better than -1. 

Need some perspective?



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Only Son - Call Them Brothers (feat. Regina Spektor)
Ending Note: Maybe you don't need to measure progress. Maybe you just need to know which direction its headed.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Because It Needs To Be Done

Today has been a day of things that need to be done. Clean the apartment. Buy groceries. Do laundry. The mundane chores that make life livable.

Leaving the market, I noticed the tire of the car next to mine had a nail in it. I wrote a little note that read:

Front Passenger Tire = Nail In It

This folks, is a classic example of Darrell.

No frills, simple and to the point. No date, no happy face, no introduction. I don't know the owner of the car, and probably will never see them in my life; if I do, we sure as hell won't know that I'm the stranger that left a note on his or her car. I had something to communicate, and I did. They've received the information, and have not further follow up questions.

These tiny acts of common courtesy should be, well, common. Look it up. Fine, lazy dolt...


common  (ˈkɒmən) [Click for IPA pronunciation guide]
adj
1. belonging to or shared by two or more people: common property
2. belonging to or shared by members of one or more nations or communities; public: a common culture
3. of ordinary standard; average: common decency
4. prevailing; widespread: common opinion
5. widely known or frequently encountered; ordinary: a common brand of soap

So do your part without regard to acknowledgment or praise. True, by posting this, I've acknowledged my action, but hey, do as I say, not as I do. And clean your apartment. 

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Odessa Chen - Deer Perspectives
Ending Note: I'm no role model - I'm just right.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Cabinetry and A Movie

Yesterday, went over to Oakland to help DS and NY with a washing machine/cabinetry project that included moving an erector set, fractions, a lil smoke, and a bunch of tools.



We done good.


Later that evening, headed into the city...



The event was presented by Film Night In The Park, an organization helping to keep the privately run, movie theaters in the bay area up and running. The stone steps of Union Square weren't very comfortable, but the wind was kept out by the buildings, and it never got very cold; the Korean food in our bellies, and six pack of Fat Tire didn't hurt either.

(I've no idea who this guy was, but he kept talking about shaving his balls with the girl next to him.)


These two are tops.


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Feist - The Limit To Your Love
Ending Note: I miss the city.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Works Hard

Some old news that I've recently been reacquainted with.

Used to work fairly regularly with these guys, who made a video that was invited to some show down south a couple years ago.

I remember how seven years ago, we would make all kinds of crazy music video, working 19 hour days for free. Now, they're kind of a big deal, even getting an introduction at the Guggenheim. They've been kind to a number of us, and it's that affinity to loyalty that I find the most admirable.

Hell, even Abram likes 'em.

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Donna Summer - She Works Hard For The Money
Ending Note: Terri Timely is Corey Creasy and Ian Kibbey, two of the most creative and honest folks I've met.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Booting Up...

Dear god, this design is horrible.

I'll get around to changing it. I swear. For now, an example of the horrible state of things, but also a genius move.


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Ending Note: There has got to be a better way to travel accross the country.

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