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all contents copyright Jon Rolston 2004, 2005, 2006

August 29, 2010

lie

talkin’ politics

tube city

The inside of an old tube radio looks like a cityscape. A new radio is a circuit board – think of that city compacting itself to a nearly level surface. It’s like how the world is compacting itself. A mosque in America for instance. Old people don’t like these new people. Things look different. Take heart, a mosque built near the WTC must mean Islamic terrorists don’t plan on bombing the spot again.

I’ve been reading my Klan book, in the 1920’s this Protestant group was gravely concerned with the influence of Catholics in the U.S. and European government. Hopefully most of us realize in America, your religious affiliation shouldn’t exclude you from running for office or building a place of worship in this country. Of course, the aim of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, like most religions, is to create a group of chosen people who are different and special compared to the rest of the world. How this mentality can lead to tolerance is, as proven, impossible. The only moment of unity is when Catholics and their foe, the Protestants, join hands and renounce the Moslems.

Once we prevent this mosque from being built near a terrorist attack site, we can then work on preventing children under the age of 18 being allowed in a Catholic church, out of concern for their sexual sanctity. Let’s go all in.

August 28, 2010

parles

The Post Office is going bankrupt, why not bring back the Elvis stamp? Or this time, why not bring back Elvis himself? That ought to make some money. If that’s not possible, how about every mail carrier looks like him?

August 26, 2010

garbage in, garbage out

klanbook
Found this in some garbage the other day.

kkk
It’s kind of funny to think about the problems the Klan had getting enough robes.

klanman
These photos of a cross dresser fell out of the book, which seems appropriate.

August 23, 2010

for hard times…

atm

photo posted from my iPhone

August 21, 2010

parle g

chai front

This may not look like a chai cart from where you sit, but it is. The front end in fact. Those crackers are typical chai time snacks and Chiraag is wheat pasting the wrappers on the front end of the mobile unit. We ‘re about 95% finished as of this evening, but Elliot, our videographer, drank screwdrivers on an empty stomach after his acupuncture appointment and spent the evening throwing up in the bushes. So not a lot of documentation.

August 20, 2010

That’s probably the last time J Stew will work for me. He hates when I leave him alone on a job and he hates when I work with him because I criticize his performance.
The old boy will be back at Berkeley soon and won’t have time for running around the city jackassing heavy furniture up and down stairs.
There’s something weighing heavy on my mind, and that’s selling off two of my trucks. Especially the bearded lady, my Ford F250. It’s like we went into business together, right from the start she was with me, pulling garbage, carrying boxes, complaining and quitting just as much as J Stew. But she needs to retire. Where does a bearded lady go when she can’t work anymore? Rusty Sunshine says to sell her to Locke. Keep her in the family. I hate to do it, but this week is her last as a city truck.

city sidewalks

badbike

Car hits motorcycle, motorcycle hits child on sidewalk. Man answers front door to find a Suzuki 1000 knocking. Child was okay, Dad was crying a lot.

August 19, 2010

he turned to pimpin’

sean

Been a while since I chilled with old MacDonald. He came by and tried on a bunch of the dead man’s clothes I recovered a few months ago in a clean out. Robert Hill was his name. A sharp dresser all throughout the 1970’s.
I’d love to stay and chat, but the Chai cart has stopped building itself. There are limits to artificial intelligence. Now I go out and show it how it’s done. Chiraag wheat pasted some images on the side. Sick as hell. Here I go.

August 16, 2010

Jesse buys 30 pair of identical socks. He can go a month without doing laundry. When they start to wear out, he buys thirty more and takes the old ones to the rag bin, where he throws the oldest rag-socks into the garbage. I’m getting to the point in my life where I’m ready to give up individualization (as expressed in different colored socks) in order to save time sorting them out on laundry day.

City workers are sandblasting these designs into the concrete sidewalks at 16th and Mission. I’m curious to see how it holds up.

August 15, 2010

predicting the future

photo posted from my iPhone

August 13, 2010

just across from ding ding daycare….

photo posted from my iPhone

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