Saturday, August 31, 2019

"Consumers"

A giant apparatus has evolved to turn people into "Consumers" That word is an insult. We are sharers and contributors. "Consumer" is industry slang for "suckers". Our campfire conversation was about how well the sharers are doing and how bad the hoarders are doing these days. We don't mind seeing the end of hotels if people in houses are sharing rooms instead. Share food, blankets, medicine, information, space. share the burden of stewarding the country and of course share da weed man! ~Dingo Dizmal

Thursday, August 22, 2019

Outgrown.

Outgrown. 
 For a long time this kid and I have sat on this ledge waiting for her Mom and Olive to finish their weekly post-show chat sessions. We chat it up too. We talk about the street, it's denizens, things that happened. 

For the first year we knew each other she never said anything to me. lol. 


Well now she is old enough to go to school. 
The ledge isn't as big for her as it used to be. 
This was our last time doing this. I guess I'm only gonna live in her photo albums from now on. 
It's been fun being your clown. 
It's sad but it would be sadder if these kids never outgrew me. Fly, be free! Go be somebody kid.
 Actually it's not TOO sad. 
Her Mom owns the shop. 
We are still gonna be buds. It is the end of an era though. 






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Wednesday, August 21, 2019

melon

My boy was impressed I got this melon home on my tallbike without tying it down. That wouldda sucked if it fell off." he said. 

I disagreed. That course of events would not suck for me. I would be delightfully entertained unlike he and Olive who would be the pins in that bowling alley. 
I wasn't worried. Olive moves like a cat on her tallbike and he can use the tallbike training anyhow.My boy has gotten really good with the big bike this Summer.
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Wednesday, August 14, 2019

supafightz!we stumbled onto the scene of a fight

Oh-oh spaghetti-O. It kicked off today over on SE 38th. We stopped by the grocery for some grocery just in time to see a dude getting loaded into the meat wagon. Boy was he tore up!

I decided to do some citizen reporting and a bit of a social experiment. I thought "I will go down there and see if I can get the story without asking any questions.
Often when something happens I don't have to ask, there is usually someone standing around who can't wait to tell everyone what happened. Clowns are a magnet for that information and I include it in my security culture tactics when needed. My "no questions" ploy went out the window as soon as I saw the bat on the ground and forgot my social experiment.

I asked "So is it free bat day?" Then the people standing around quickly told me what happened. Two different work trucks in the parking lot of the bank. One truck got towed away. The guys in the other truck thought it was funny, words were exchanged followed by bottles and bats.
It looked like it was 2 on 1 but the one (guy in his late 50's) creamed the two. People kept screaming at the rental cop to break it up. He told them he is only legally allowed to defend himself. I relate.

I don't think the older combatant got arrested. Can you imagine getting your truck towed AND getting the crap beat out of you?
At least he got to get beat up with his colleague. That kind of bonding builds great work chemistry (if they get to stay employed).
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Getting balloons.







Saturday, August 03, 2019

We got gifted a bottle of local wine today.

We got gifted a bottle of local wine today. We met Carl who is a wine maker here in the PNW. He was offering taste tests of various wines near where we were busking today. I tried a couple of them. Very strong and very flavorful. His knowledge of wine went into ancient history (my territory) and I suggested we do a podcast where I interview him about his wines and the history of wine making in the Willamette valley. I'm on the wagon so I can only taste but I can talk about this stuff all day. Those tastes pack a wallop.

 



Sorry I forgot your birthday song.