My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

I love this stamp.

I sent my friend a post card and by the time I got enough postage on she’s not gonna be able to read the note.

You are looking at Oakland on your left, and the new Bay Bridge under construction alongside the current bridge. The new one is one level as opposed to the old double decker bridge that partially collapsed in the 1989 earth quake and crushed people.
You aren’t able to see San Francisco in this photo, you see Yerba Buena Island which has a tunnel bored through it and after that the bridge continues another mile or so into downtown S.F. The flat part of the island is man made. Named Treasure Island, this flat area is a partially decommissioned military base and site of the worlds fair or something way back a long time ago. Google it yourself if you’re one of those detail oriented people.

This card operates the washer dryers in an apartment complex. It is possible to reload value onto the card. This is money.

How Dylan got into rock & roll:

PLAYBOY: Mistake or not, what made you decide to go the rock-’n'-roll route?

DYLAN: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I’m in a card game. Then I’m in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a “before” in a Charles Atlas “before and after” ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy – he ain’t so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I’m in Omaha. It’s so cold there, by this time I’m robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and get a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain’t much to look at, but who’s built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything’s going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?

PLAYBOY: And that’s how you became a rock-’n'-roll singer?

DYLAN: No, that’s how I got tuberculosis.

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These boxing cards seem to be real crowd pleaser. Here are two more. Notice how they both have American flags tied around their waists. Al Kaufman, on the left, fought Jack Johnson to a draw in 1909. (Jack Jonson was the first black man allowed to fight against these white guys)

What I want to know is when they quit bare knuckle fighting?

If you’re in Pasadena this weekend, check out the knife chase. I met these guys at that bar I worked at in LA. Now they have cool ephemera collage flyers made out of Notgeld and nudie pics. Coincidence? Just maybe…

Mecca cigarettes aren’t around anymore, but tobacco companies haven’t forgotten about promotional items to get people hooked. I wonder what brand modern boxers would align themselves with…
George Foreman – Parliment Lights
Mike Tyson – crack cocaine. or Kools.
those are the only modern boxers I know.

Its fleet week, when the Navy comes into port and Marine Corps jets are screaming low in the sky. The war machine on parade. Most folks in other parts of the world, when they hear a jet that low in the sky, expect explosions and gun fire to follow. In san francisco they expect us to celebrate. I just hold my paint brush still in the air and look up and over my shoulder from the aluminum ladder leaning against the peak of the house and say to myself, “Shut up blue angels.”
It makes me think of my old roommate, Annie. She hated fleet week. She would still be in bed reading in the afternoon on sunday when the jets came absolutely fucking screaming two hundred feet above our flat. “SHUT UP BLUE ANGELS!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!

Annie also hated George Washington High’s marching band, and she would tell them to shut up too. Loud noises bothered her.

Last time I was home my new uncle said, “San Francisco was in the news. It was something that made me think of you. What was it?….oh yeah, they want to ban military recruiters from campuses.”

“Yeah, I heard that. They want to ban ROTC too,” I said.

“Boy, I hope they get attacked next. See how they feel then,” he said.

He’s got three sons. I don’t know how hard he pushed them to join the military. None of them did, far as I know. I haven’t really ever met them. It’s second marriages all around. It seems strange to want to encourage your 14 year old to join the military. Usually the only way to convince someone to join the military is to offer it over a prison sentence. That or create cool uniforms and weapons and tell the kid he is needed and wanted – typical gang tactics.

I’ll gladly kill people who try to attack my country. Especially if they are some radical religious believer. But I kinda see the concern of some parents who don’t want military recruiters approaching their children unattended during high school and doing the hare krishna brainwash routine on them.

Of course I do. I live in San Francisco.

I’m heading back to New Hampshire, with a new song I wrote with Doug of The Flagpoles Since 1884 fame. the lyrics go like this….

my house faces west
i’m close to the ocean
my family’s behind me
far far away

my parents are dying
i’m growing old
how can i go back there?
i’ve built a new home

so that’s kind of on my mind as I head home to see my grandmother off to the next world, whatever it may be.

so the carpenter gets the toilet put in, and we can go back to drinking from cans, so he sends me down to the liquor store to get ‘em, and says, “It’s traditional to put a little porn in a new bathroom.” He hands me twenty bucks and says, “Whatever you want.”

I picked up Club, it came with a dvd.

I met up with a fellow ephemera collector last night and we came up with this brain pattern. You should check out her flickr stream. She’s really good!

Workin’ with a guy who got mad at me for bringin’ back a twelve pack of cans for quittin’ time. It gets complicated workin’ with other people, but we all gotta do it. He tells me he don’t want no beer in cans on the site till we get the toilet put in. Day before he’d picked up an empty to piss in and someone had shotgunned the fucker and the piss came out the hole and soaked his pants. So I went back and got bottles.

This same guy tells me at lunch – some fancy chinese place that don’t use MSG – he used to do a lot of hitchhiking. And he knows carpentry. He’s the lead man, best carpenter on the block and there’s a lot of action on this block. He told me when you hitchhike, you gotta have stories for people. His favorite one to tell was that he’d personally been down in the mines where the Folgers crystals come from.

So it’s been a good couple weeks on this new job. I learn a little about carpentry and a little about people. Myself included.

Thanks Kathleen! The old leg warmers wrapper arrived safely yesterday. It is safe in the archives.