enlightened soul, originally uploaded by sparrowsfall.$3.39 a gallon.
this gentleman does not need gasoline. neither do i.
i wish the lack of the need led to enlightenment!
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enlightened soul
enlightened soul, originally uploaded by sparrowsfall.
enlightened soul, originally uploaded by sparrowsfall.
crossroads district
crossroads district, originally uploaded by sparrowsfall. back when the crossroads was cool and unruined.)
crossroads district, originally uploaded by sparrowsfall. back when the crossroads was cool and unruined.)gas up three cents nationally overnight. nothing to see, nothing to report. move along, people. move along.
suicide hill
parrish, originally uploaded by sparrowsfall.
a sled and i–video still. december 2003 on suicude hill.
bicycling through the air
bicycling through the air, originally uploaded by sparrowsfall.
more good news from the war on our civilization:
Crude oil futures jumped more than $2, to $113.93 a barrel on the New York Mercantile Exchange. Oil prices have risen more than 18 percent since the beginning of the year.
Tuesday’s price set a record for oil and helped push gasoline to fresh highs. Retail gasoline averaged $3.39 a gallon, according to AAA, the automotive group. That is more than 50 cents a gallon higher than a year ago. Diesel prices have seen even bigger gains. Diesel now averages $4.12 a gallon, according to AAA, $1.18 more than last year.
food riots in swarms of little countries now . . .
north-east sky in summer, 2004
north-east sky in summer, 2004, originally uploaded by sparrowsfall.
didja ever see such a summer sky?
i still miss 39th terrace a little, except for the shootings and attempted break-ins.
note the center of the world, the kcpt tower.
Hammerpress Letterpress Studio - Brady Vest Profile
have i mentioned i don’t like internet video? yet twice in one day i link to internet video. do i contradict myself? very well, i contradict myself, i am vast, i contain multitudes. brady vest of hammerpress’s a friend of mine. (i guess that makes me a namedropper now.) he did a few covers for me back in the day, but he’s too pricey for me now, by half.
smelling like onions
smelling like onions, originally uploaded by sparrowsfall.
written 20 November 2006, but still quite true, lord knows, today.
a reasonably good day. the lingering headache i’ve had for several days is fading, and the weather, if a tinge warm for november, is still very fall-like. the air smells slightly spicy, like a world of dead leaves, and, despite the best efforts of the local bourgeoisie, it’s very much a world of dead leaves.
dead leaves, cats, raccoons, squirrels, and possums. the raccoons, so far as i know, are not in our yard, but the others are. fat, small possums, neat and petite, with long slender tails and small pink feet.
wildlife. the wildlife in the picture above i drew while at dave’s stagecoach. the stagecoach and i go way back. thursday night music on the jukebox, pitcher after pitcher of beer. gin rickies. the best bloody mary in kansas city. (oh, yeah. have john make it for you.)
but i am so tired of drinking. we went out with some friends, and i cheerfully advised the bartender that i was the designated driver, which some of you will find funny. so i sat there and drank cokes for four hours while i was steadily ignored by one friend, who got drunker and drunker and less coherent until at the evening’s uneasy peak, informed me that they did not own me, and that i smelled like onions.
“what the fuck?” says the cat. and i can’t blame him. mortimer easter, eternal cynic, wise guy, indifferent to man and beast alike.
“what the fuck?”
so i say, again, that: many long and weary years i hung out at the stagecoach, and now i know, from the vantage of someone still quite sober at midnight: i looked like a jackass during every minute of every hour i spent there.
On the bus
On the bus, originally uploaded by sparrowsfall.
i took this photo of myself a little after 9-11, riding north one weekend on the old (defunct) 56 to YJ’s.*
did i complain about the downtownization of downtown? yes, the hell i did. bitterly. just yesterday. i’m not a fan. i’ve spent a great deal of time at yj’s, and at the crossroads generally, and the creeping hipsterization of the area distresses me. i didn’t believe in gentrification when someone mentioned it to me in the summer of 2000, but lo, they were right and i was wrong.
but on the bright side, gas is up to $3.37 a gallon nationally, 3.22 here in missouri (record highs both, but kansas city lingers a full thirteen cents below its may ‘07 high.) so to arrive, at least the hipsters will have to take the bus. or walk. except for the ones stuck there in their upside-down condos.
is it ironic i live in brookside now? yes, it is. but at least there’s a grocery store to walk to, which can’t (yet) be said for electric avenue.
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* i hate internet video, but this one is worth it.
leedy voulkos lights
leedy voulkos lights, originally uploaded by sparrowsfall.
seriously, does anyone cool go to first fridays anymore? or is it just johnson county refugees and 20-something nouveau riche? because it used to be cool, and i was kind of hoping that the recession would collapse all this downtownery and allow the cool to come back so my daughter could see it someday.
but i guess not.
The Chinese enjoy Sprite . . .
The Chinese enjoy Sprite . . ., originally uploaded by sparrowsfall.
. . . but what do the Tibetans enjoy?
But seriously, evidently things went mostly my way in the elections last night, and I didn’t even have to spend time voting. Bus tax, check. loan shark tax, check. Smoking–not so check. I opposed it, but in the end, it won’t actually make any difference. No one will drive to Claycomo because you can’t smoke at the Peanut. I just don’t like Big Brother.
And Airick Leonard West is on the school board now. Not that it will help. When the state breaks KCMOPS into about ten districts, then I’ll sit up and take notice.
