"It is done." To quote the New Testament....
Chapter 7 in a very much longer book. Court yesterday was surreal, by my own idiotic doings. Having this date given when I had no proof of Social Security for the court, I went through the wait in line of the SS offices and procured needed document. That does not insure it being brought in my parcel of documentation, and, indeed, it was not.
Dashing back home - somehow the saints guided me into driving downtown, thus enabling the jaunt back home again, home again, jiggety jig - running on empty, getting stuck in a Moebius strip parking structure (automated? Duh - the learning curve increases by leaps and bounds) - we arrive back just as the replacement attorney du jour sticks his head out calling my name. Voila! If you saw these antics in a film, you would say "No, no way." But.... yes, it is done? What a ride, all innuendo apropos.
Monday, the 28th, Ellen (Dorsey), Simon (husband Pargeter) and the son, Kobe - a ten-year-old - came for a late afternoon/evening visit. We did downtown, Grand Avenue: California Plaza and the Disney Hall area - rife with film crew and a soon-to-be-detonated bus and many cars alongside and under every twist and turn - I hope this was some fun for them. Took them for MEAT to the Pantry. What could be more meat-centric or shaded of Los Angeles than this venerable haunt? Meat was served and eaten, along with many loaves of bread, some fried. Not much of the bread was scarfed down, but so it goes. Eats!
Funny how a kid's mind operates. Posing for pics? Not gonna happen easily. Do I recall being this same kid? Maybe. Riding around was the big entertainment though, sidling up to the cops on film duty, asking of them "Have they blown up the bus yet?" No. It was after 9:30 at that point, so we all go home, or to our hotels - they stayed up right on the Strip, which had a pool, something any kid would appreciate big time, not so say anything of how much we fogies like the water too.
Ah, I am a young fogie.
Almost done with yet another painting from calligraphic noodles. It is somber jazz, not hyper colorful - just hints of crazy poke here and there. Would someone please buy one? Cheap at $2000. Do the math on time alone.... and they are ceaseless entertainment, or so I think.
Tomorrow, the Beach in Torrance! Yay, first time this year! And Labor Day weekend is upon us.

Well, it's almost time for that ol' rascal of a weekend: Sunset Junction! Lots of friends coming from all over and up and down the West Coast. Ellen and Simon and son, Kobe, arrive for Sunday night's closing - or so I think. They're motoring down the coast - the most gorgeous bit of road in this country, or so I think - and will be spent by arrival, I am sure.
Marshall arrives tomorrow by plane. Oddly enough, it is through Marshall that I know Ellen, as she was his neighbor downstairs on Comm Ave in Boston oh so long ago... over 30 years now! Simon told me today via email that Marshall gave Kobe his first dollar bill (that's HUGE) when he was just a tyke of two. How cute. They're on their way to Legoland down a bit further south, I guess. Ugh, theme parks -- don't get me started. Oh, please, DO.
Marshall's arrival will mean installation of XP and Office, as he is all things Microsoft. This is a Linex system - Linspire. I am sort of okay with this, but have had trouble with easy access to certain files kept on CD. I dread anything that is open to destructo minds, and MS products are victims big time, simply because.
But all looks kind of cool and groovy - a reunion of sorts here . Also in the mix will be Laura Whipple, of whom we have things in here posted. She hain't seen Marshall since Tea Party days back in Boston in the'70s. Oy. What was it - two street fairs ago? - that I asked Marshall as to Intermedia, who I was working for when we met, me thinking he worked for them too. They built the Ark, which eventually became the Tea Party, and they also did the logistics for Woodstock - Do I have tales to tell? Anyhow, knowing what I did about the vast number of tickets sold for the "Aquarian Age Festival," and the 13 chemical toilets with no place to put them yet, I just couldn't see myself being in that quagmire, so goes that story... Anyhow, I asked Marshall what he did that weekend. He was at the Tea Party, doing the sound (it's what the man did then), with the Velvet Underground - the old Tea Party was their favorite venue, hands down. Mine too. I hitch hiked to NYC that weekend with a long-gone friend, Jacques Mann, and we spent the night on St. Marks Place - T Rex, or as they were called then Tyrannosaurus Rex was playing at a club right there, as we spent a dreary soaking wet night on the steps of the Fillmore, Jacques dutifully putting off guys wanting him to come with them. Ah, memories. Sunday morning, we rang my art teacher from years back, Yvonne Bauduin, whose address was on East 3rd in the Bowery, very close to Thompkins Sq. She let us in at whatever ungodly hour it was (daylight though) and made us breakfast - I am sure we looked bedraggled. Then a hitch home, with some dude on the NY State Throughway in a stretch limo giving us THE RIDE right to the front door of my Brookline St. apartment in Cambridge -- he had been at Woodstock, delivering talent. Do I regret not having attended? I have a story of my own that doesn't involve tripped-out muddy hippies. I was selling The Old Mole (was I fucking nuts?), a very radical paper I was artist on staff. yeah, New Yorkers So want to read about SDS mayhem in Cambridge. And I was stuck carrying them as they were collateral or sorts. Speaking of muddy hippies.... My last day of employ with Intermedia was a day or so after that event. Some truck loaded with equipment - lighting and sound - broke down on the highway and I went to retrieve it with somebody from the truck rental firm -- we never located it. Bad directions? Ah, hippies! And a gracious "Hello, How are ya?" to Stuart Vidockler and Gerd Stern, the two dudes I worked for at this lustrous affair called Intermedia. Hey, they're legends. Really. Trips Festival ring a bell? Electric KoolAde anyone? Check it out.
So, Street Fair! Sunday night, The Cramps! Wooo Hoooo! Crowds and nuttiness. Hippies on acid. If only.
www.sunsetjunction.org have a look see.

tragedy

This is grim - friend and super accountant Chuck Hedlund was murdered viciously last week, Aug. 2. Out on old Rte. 66 by the side of the 15 north of San Bernardino.

http://www.katu.com/stories/88221.html

many moon later

It's August. The Fifth.
I am still awaiting finalization of Chapter 7, which goes no further without production and presentation of my Social Security card. I so want this done and over with, but, well....
New computer here, along a line of dead but dead ones, although my Dell, Dude, is fine but not involved in current cyber realities here at the home offices. Had a swingin' teen dream machine with a punked-out fan (necessary for the heat created by such advanced speeds) with blue lights and a viral load to beat the band, which it did - beat it to death in a flurry of messages from Norton telling of this invasion. Nifty.
But dear Frank Martin has gotten this new machine and just last night introduced more RAM into its guts. Now what? Well, to say nothing much, let me say it here. Yes, this is important stuff. As if.
All my files and pix and who-knows-what-else is frozen for some kind of an eternity on the Dell, Dude, that sits in a coma across my tech-filled room. Boxes upon boxes - some emptied out and now part of this system; others with components awaiting, uh, functionality, like this combo printer/fax/washer-dryer/toaster oven languishing in its pretty box. "C'mere, you."
A new-ish microwave oven is also part of this jumble. Heaps of modernity. Faster. Bigger. Antithesis of my personal reality. The oven comes from Tom Bowden - he who lives down off of Effie, a mere block away. Wasn't the current nuker in use from him too? Why, yes! But this one, again, is bigger and all that. This makes three, count 'em, three, nukes here. I could make popcorn for the masses. I should find someone in need instead. Legwork.
All is being found again online, such as this. Having to go through my mails to find passwords and such to access - fun. The whole of some setups has diminished or disappeared completely off the radar. We'll have more fun than a .....
Oh, maybe this is good? This is a Linex or however it's spelt - way different than any Micro product, but also a learning curve ball thrown to me. Application, application, application. And I will learn.
Dispense the knowledge and press on.