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  1. Super Bowl 2018

    Superdull Sunday. It just slipped out. I must be either a commie or a homo, right? Yeah, well, I didn't even know what two teams were playing. How's that grab ya? Like a lockeroom reach around, huh? I almost feel guilty, like not knowing the words to the pledge-a-legance or something.
    Patriots versus Eagles. Two teams all the way back on the east coast. Might as well be a different country. They probably talk funny, like 'Ayep' and 'Caffy' (coffee), or '...down on toighty-toid and toid.' Okay,
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  2. Swap meet in San Fernando

    Crossing the street , I enter what used to be a small airport. That was back when there were many such, but time and land costs... This one somehow had avoided development. It remains a large rectangle of underdeveloped tarmac; good for driving onto, and setting up tents, or portable anything, which for the last twenty years was the several-days-a week 'swap meet' that it had become since closing.

    I park at the edge with thoughts of getting broken into- I have tools inside- it will
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    Updated January 1st, 2018 at 10:50 PM by Kevin

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  3. Ahnold mechanized

    An Internet interesting lead leads me to a story told by a mechanical voice.

    I can't do it.

    Someday the door will open and a droid will ask for Sarah Conner. I will answer that It's not a toomuh, without so much as a blink, back. Not even a blink, as the gun raises.

    I, however, may wince.





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  4. Plumes...




    A rather cold set of Santa Anas has crashed into us again, rattling and squeaking all night for the past several nights. That damn wind...

    I duct taped the outside, rolling, folding metal wing-table sided bar-b-que ( grill) sides down to the body, and the doors shut, but there is one other two-note squeaker out there I can't identify.

    She... wears earplugs; I had to go downstairs onto the couch.


    That squeaker- It could be the metal downspout
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    Updated December 6th, 2017 at 10:30 PM by Kevin

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  5. Glitterdomes

    I went to new project today. We don't have it yet, but we might get it.


    The other contractor bailed. That happens a lot. They get the project because they give a lower price. Sometimes that price is below cost. They get to a point where the job is upside down, and then they bail.


    That's what they said happened here. It's s hillside house; a remodel. The original house, they had excavated a step in the hillside. The new plans called for a retaining wall to
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    Updated November 23rd, 2017 at 12:21 AM by Kevin

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  6. Crossings- a trip across the Valley

    Sidewalk-edge block walls with wrought iron, the lawns encased were withered before the drought, replaced by fruit trees shading dirt; occasional patches of yellowed, bastard bemuda, messy by certain standards; the ones that I was raised by,


    Crossing the flats of Pacoima and Arleta, I am the alien with my north-European tongue.
    ...
    What's this?
    Into North Hollywood, though fortifications are similar, I've entered
    an Armenia, Inch peshyes...
    These
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    Updated November 14th, 2017 at 10:07 PM by Kevin

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  7. Benefit at the Echo-11/5/17

    So, I went to a show last night. It was a benefit for one of the band-members-he'd been in a car accident or something. It was a 'retro'-show, a couple of bands from the seventies, one guy in another from the '80s. And one contemporary, happening 'now' band.


    There were some youngsters in the crowd, and a lot of older people; some fogies from that era. I consider myself a fogie, thank you,


    At one point of the last band's performance an actual slam-pit broke
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    Updated November 6th, 2017 at 07:45 PM by Kevin

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  8. howling

    If I had a rock to throw at those 2am howling dogs that terrorize my eardrums, their grinding curvature tail pipes spewing, cutting through my double panes, my head, into my pillow. If I had a rock...



    Sent from my iPhone

    Updated November 4th, 2017 at 03:12 PM by Kevin

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  9. Gower and the 101 exit

    Grower street exit is home to the homeless, a bit of old Hollywood as I remember it circa the seventies, drugs and transvestite hookers, people bugging for a dime, and why I keep my eyes front like it's a city where no one makes eye contact. But this is today...


    A morbidly obese woman with a cardboard sign, barely a woman from my longer than her view, is there and I can't look to my driver's side window all-the-way or she will ask-


    She's not on meth, too
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  10. Needles

    Fear and anxiety, they wanted to stab me, and I'd agreed to it. The things I do for her...

    "In the event of your death, you ( me) are underinsured. She ( her, you know...that woman I married) will run out of money by blah blah-blah blah..." "Alright, how much ( more do I pay )?"

    So, today an agent sub contracted by the life insurance company came to interview and draw blood.

    What is this turbulence, you ask?

    It it is the ...
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  11. bad air day

    It was a strange day morning. Something not right as soon as I stepped out the door. A breeze, a threatening of howling wind around me but the thing was the sky looked... blurry. There were particles.

    The car radio told me why. Nothing nearby. The wind did not pick up, here, but there somewhere, and other farther places, it had.
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    It was a red-sky sundown. Trailer parks and wineries far to the north, the blood of ten burnt, their pigments oxidized, baked into ...

    Updated October 10th, 2017 at 03:28 PM by Kevin

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  12. The nazis are back

    The nazis have returned. It's funny because they use wannabe nazis as their tool to judge everyone else. The nazis are very inclusive. All you have to do is agree with the statement: "If you're not with us you are agin' us." They're very strict. There's no discourse allowed. No talking unless it is with the approved words. You should punch people, with brass knuckles even, and there's no sense talking with people, only at them. Sometimes you need to scream at them. It helps to shut them ...

    Updated August 22nd, 2017 at 01:16 PM by Kevin

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  13. Heart of blackness

    I am reading about Africa. I am on book three. This series was suggested by the author of book one. In writing, he mentions the other two, refering to them more once, so I thought, so as to better understand and 'get' his references, I would try the other two.

    Excuse me...what am I reading? 1) Dark Star Safari- by Paul Theroux ( 2003) ; Heart of Darkness- by Joseph Conrad (1899), and
    King Leopold's Ghost - by Adam Hochschild (1998 )

    I started with the first one (Dark ...

    Updated April 3rd, 2017 at 04:39 PM by Kevin

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  14. not my world

    I've been working down in Venice now, for two years. I say 'down' because it's down for me, south of where I live, anything south is down. I have to cross some mountains to get there...

    Venice...what can I say about Venice?

    Well, it is a different culture than where I live. It's more crowded, the real estate costs more, there's lots more homeless, it has more tourists, cooler weather in the summers; doesn't get as cold in the winter- the plants, in general grow better; ...

    Updated March 22nd, 2017 at 04:06 PM by Kevin

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  15. THE ABSOLUTE GREATEST.....

    The GREATEST SCIENTIFIC and Philosophical discovery of the decade:

    …was made the other evening in my kitchen (by me). No, I’m not going to tell you in one sentence, you LAZY, go for nothing, instant gratification twit! WAIT, WAIT…here it comes… two sentences, maybe three :

    HOW….
    DO…
    YOU…
    PREPARE…
    RAW… (yes, uncooked)
    BEETS… (no, no, no, keep reading!)
    WINTER SQUASH, TURNIPS, CARROTS AND OTHER HARD VEGTABLE/ROOTS…
    so that they ...
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  16. Getting cleaned

    To be fair, things were getting out of hand. The biggest problem the residents have with the homeless is their mess. I don't know what it is but apparently the homeless are the messiest of people ...

    Last week we had four separate encampments along the fence line. Four! That's a record.

    Tents, tarps, bicycles, bicycle parts, clothes, an umbrella, suitcases, pieces of furniture, more bicycle parts, a shoe, women's boots, an office chair, food containers, empty cigarette ...

    Updated September 9th, 2016 at 09:15 PM by Kevin

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  17. The Sound Of Sirens (Warning: GORE)

    The traffic east on the 101 was too much; the time we’d left too late. Craning our necks in the first two rows was not good enough so we got a refund.

    Too bad. Never heard of it, but it looked interesting… something about pregnant nuns and World War II. No movie, so, what do two, boojy, wannabe, selfish-indulgent ingrates do? How about Gelato…?

    Traffic westward from Encino was wide open. “They should have built their theater this way.” “Mmm... the mathematics say otherwise. ...
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  18. The Lobster

    We just came back from the Lobster. For those of that don’t know it’s a Movie. Anyway, it’s about the weirdest thing I’ve seen in quite awhile, weirder than Eraserhead or Mulholland Drive or … maybe only just as weird, come to think of it.

    “Dystopian Sci-Fi “ says the Wiki entry, which does not describe well, it’s more alternate reality/allegory along the lines of Brazil (which was a great movie, if ask me) and I am pretty much blown away. ‘Allegory’, that’s the word, and man’o’man ...
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  19. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Bingo!

    Only 4,444 days left.

    It’s a Saturday morning, the weather is slightly foggy, sure to burn off, and I’m going go pound nails. “But you’re the boss, at least” is little consolation to feeling like another day wasted. I could be eating caviar on a yacht in the Riviera, climbing in the Himalayas, or building whole villages in Africa.

    I could just say ‘Well, here are the keys,’ pack my rucksack, and hop a plane to… ‘Nairobi’. Hi, I’m here to help. What can I do? (shit) ...
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  20. another day...

    You know… sometimes I wake up really early (well, not that early) but early, and I ‘m nervous. Not shaking-nervous or anything, but anxious, like unsettled/can’t-just-sit-for-long. So I go to work…

    I know I’m going to be there too early, but it’ll give me a chance to get out. Anything’s better than sitting, watching the clock.

    I started eating cigars maybe a week ago. That's instead of my banana muffin. They spell it ‘Sigar’. I wonder if the Cambodians (Kampucheans?) ...
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  21. A Whipoorwill

    I might have known, but no, I don’tthink I could’ve known, but anyway…

    I was having bad dreams thismorning about driving the canyon, Topanga Canyon.
    It was different in the dream, theroad, more like Kanan, wide, with longdownhills.

    Kanan is hardly a canyon ( Isuppose it’s not a canyon), more like a high, mountain pass, road carved on thehillside, though it does follow a canyon high up on the hillside.

    They had to change the rules thereafter awhile: ...
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  22. Cute lil' squoil

    There he is, that fluffy-tail rodent, a rat in cute furry. He doesn’t see me, got his back to me, sunning on a bare branch. Must be a new batch; the others all knew better. Why, I could get my pellet gun and…

    They eat all of it, every year, all my fruit: apricots in spring, pomegranates in September before they’re even ripe; guava, persimmons. Last year, I got the persimmons, all three of them. Must not have recognized them.

    Yes, there you are, all dusty, you dirt digger. ...
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  23. A breakfast in Venice

    The words are all in Spanish. “Llamas” ? I can’t tell for sure, but I think that’s the word… anyway, they are ‘dancing’ around the chicken, ‘doradito’= hardening-a-little?… no word for ‘sear’? So the flames dance around the meat, searing in the juices. Nice, colorful. What a colorful image. And what colors in the poster. They don’t even bother with the English.

    Ah, yes, El Pollo Loco, flame broiled… the only food other than breakfast open this early, which seems odd, that they ...
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  24. Six-car pass day

    It was a six-car pass morning. Early enough, but dammit, the pokies were still out there. I took three in one swoop, high in the canyon. To be fair, two were not pokies, just stuck behind the other, but I took them all coming out of the first turn just past the Corral.

    The Corral, the nightclub (an empty lot, now), the place where the biggies used to play back in Topanga’s hippie heyday; Springsteen, the Doors, the Dead—my neighbor used to go there. “It was a great time, man. A little ...
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  25. I don't care...

    I don’t care, I don’t care…

    They have all these headlines about this celebrity, that one—I don’t care.
    She’s watching some B’s/ Witches of Beverly Hills spin-off and all I can think is who are these people, and why does anyone care?! I watch for less than five minutes and then am reminded that I would never have any of these people in my real life— no thank you. I go on the computer, or I leave the room; same difference.
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