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No, thanks.

It’s 6pm and 80+ degrees in Whittier. I’d realized I’d made a mistake wearing my brand new black Pepy’s Galley shirt in this heat, and it’s sticking to my chest and back with my own sweaty adhesive (sounds gross). I bought an Aquafina and finished it. I never finish my waters.

Yet afterwards, I make my way into Starbucks (yay, Wi-Fi), and I order a tall Sumatra. Hot, with no room for cream.

I guess I like my coffee.

Splash.

Culver Fountain 1

We discovered a cool nifty fountain next to the Culver Hotel over a year ago; an installation as part of the continuing artsy development of downtown Culver City. At its center stands a sculptured homage to the Cowardly Lion of The Wizard Of Oz, surrounded by a grid of “dancing” water spouts. The fountain’s varied liquid rhythms was just the thing to get my kid going. Last summer we visited it a couple of times and he got doused, of course, but was a little intimidated by the towering geysers which sometimes spurt over seven feet high.

This year, though, he took full advantage of the cool calamity and ran right into the ruckus. Being a weekday, there was nobody else around, and he went full throttle. Thanks to my iPhone, I was able to snap some shots.

Culver Fountain5

The iPhone’s camera takes some getting used to. For one, it definitely works best in daylight; and two, there’s some considerable delay between the pressing of the button and the actual picture taken, so one definitely has to anticipate good photo opps at least a second in advance. It’s like thinking, “What’s gonna happen a second from now?” I’ve heard many complaints about the iPhone’s camera, but I’ve managed to work with its weird ways and am still a happy mac camper—especially now that my other “real” camera (a Canon Powershot S45) finally crapped out on me after 6+ years of great service.

Culver Fountain2

We’re so glad that this fountain is right by our house. For awhile though, it was shut off. At first I thought it was due to the water shortage, but then I also found out that some unfortunate lil’ tike collided head first with the lion (which is made of solid metal), splitting his forehead open. I’m not sure which incident caused the shutdown, but they finally turned it back on sometime in June, but only activating a little less than half of the normal grid. Luckily, despite the cutback, there’s still enough action to get my boy spinning like a top.

Culver Fountain4

Being that there are no posted warning signs on the installment, I’ve made it my responsibility to keep a good eye on Greg as he makes his rounds. Things can get pretty hectic as soon as other kids join in—Greg’s collided at least twice with another child, luckily yielding nothing more than tears. Then of course, there’s the mighty metal lion itself, its injurious threat a total ironic deception to its infamous “cowardly” nature. A word to the wise—make sure you’re lil’ one’s wearing some good grippy water shoes or sandals, as the surface is super slick. I’ve seen a lot of kids wipe out on it ‘coz they were wearing standard street shoes, unprepared for the fountain’s fusillade. And believe me, kids go crazy for this thing. Mine sure does, at least.

Observation #3322

Leaving a Twix candy bar in the refrigerator for over an hour will diminish the characteristic combination of cookie crunch and smooth and silky caramel, as the cooled caramel hardens to a thick, rubbery substance which is somewhat resistant to normal candy chewing. This resistance thereby reduces the underlying cookie crunch to a hardly noticeable after effect, and the very foundation upon which Twix has built its mass appeal almost entirely disappears.

Those seeking to enjoy the harmonious coincidental synchronicity of cookie crunch and caramel should thereby enjoy Twix candy bars at room temperature and are discouraged from storing the candy bars in the refrigerator.

Shirts.

Seems Zazzle would be the perfect way for me to get my ideas on wearables. Just gotta order a shirt and see if it holds up to the wear and tear. More to come.

Mega-Bundle.

18 of 99.

I’ve decided to post a mega-bundle of doodles this time to make up for my absence. Enjoy. The following one is in direct response to Jeni, who wanted me to sketch something about her swallowing a lemon seed.

19 of 99.

Now onto the all-too familiar topic of the day…

20 of 99.

And then to my constant recurring visions of complex nonsensical machinery coupled with a craving for lunch…

21 of 99.

And last but not least, this one’s actually a blast from the past. I must’ve drawn this sometime in the early ’90s. Geez I wish I dated it somewhere. My dad always criticizes me for that. “Put de date! Always put de date! Bekas when yu are old, yu will not remember!” You know what, he’s totally right.

21 of 99.

Kohlinar.

We went and saw Star Trek on Memorial day, and man oh man was it sweet. Can’t say that I was a real trekkie at any stage of my life, but I was always drawn to the original ’60s Trek series by the cold, logical likes of Spock, and likewise to The Next Generation by the equally emotionless entity of Data.

As testament to my non-trekkieness, I had no idea that Spock was actually a hapa, and that he had to struggle to repress emotions brought on by his human side. I still dug this portrayal, nonetheless, but kinda wish he backed away from those kisses with some kind of cool, non-feeling Spockist quote, instead of letting himself go. C’mon Spock!

Anyways, so that’s the golden nugget of the week. Shine shine.

In one of my constant reversions to my ’70s childhood, I did a quick Google for Pulsar, an awesome doll which I owned back in the late ’70s and early ’80s. He was truly bizarre, but that’s exactly what I dug about him.

Anyways, as a result of my search I stumbled upon Plaid Stallions: Rambling and Reflections on ’70s Pop Culture. Talk about a haven for ’70s kids. Freakin’ awesome. Anyways, he also recalls Pulsar’s bizarre and anomalous nature, but not necessarily in a good way. Ah well. At least he featured him. Props.

Hey hey hey.

If I could, I’d host a thousand blogs.

I have that many stories to tell. Just not enough time to tell ‘em.

So in the meantime, feast your swollen pink eyes on my latest auxilliary blog; a fond recall of the L.A. ’80s Mod & Ska Underground. Sigh…

Those Were The Days.

17 of 99.

17 of 99.

The world looks lovely
behind bloodshot eyes
shit on my shoes
and bee-filled dandelions
Get away from there Greg
Knowing they sting
not knowing the pain
I miss the rain
Saucers in the sky
in circles, patterns
I pause

They’re only spotlights
but I wish they weren’t
extra terrestrial
come say hello.

So said the skinhead…

I’m usually not much for cross-promotion…Lefty Limbo typically is for my random artsy stuff and perhaps any current wreckage and or havoc wreaked by my rug rat…but I couldn’t resist plugging an online interview which I’ve just finished, one in fond recall of my fun and glorious days as a mod and skinhead, 20 years ago. I figured if I spent so much time writing out the answers, I may as well share it with as many people as I can, right? Click click click away, my bed-headed brethren and brethrettes…Enjoy!

L.A. Story: A Retrospective On The L.A. Mod and Skinhead Scenes

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