This photo intrigued me.
[Found here, and yes, the image is inverted.]
Nice video: Los Angeles sans traffic.
Mrs. Straight Six has a nice collection of retromobiles.
Serious crappy commercials. Serious.
It’s true. ESPN = PPPP.
RIP Nelson Mandela, who was not always an old man, nor was he a saint.
Nelson Mandela was the head of UmKhonto we Sizwe, (MK), the terrorist wing of the ANC and South African Communist Party. At his trial, he had pleaded guilty to 156 acts of public violence including mobilising terrorist bombing campaigns, which planted bombs in public places, including the Johannesburg railway station. Many innocent people, including women and children, were killed by Nelson Mandela’s MK terrorists. [via]
But then there’s always Little Isidore to lighten the mood.
The Spotnicks’ “The Rocket Man” (1962). Pre-Devo awesome [via].
The Specials‘ “Ghost Town.” Too much fighting on the dance floor.
Ms. Wireways (?) a Jamaican radio DJ in Southern California in the ’80s, said this was the best reggae song ever. Bad Manners’ “Sampson & Delilah” fits the bill, even though the vid sucks donkeys. Close your eyes and listen instead – it is a pretty song.
That’s it for this edition. Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll see you back here tomorrow.
December 2013, in al-Khalifa street, Old Cairo
Ain’t nothin’ like the smell of home cookin’.
They looked like armadillos boinking a mailbox, and yes, they were speakers. They were virtually indestructible. They hung on the inside of your car window when it was freezing outside and wouldn’t allow you to roll it up all the way.
They were also easily stolen with a pen knife. Lupe had a wall of them in his apartment, all wired together and hooked up to his stereo for a tinny wall of sound. Listening to Led Zeppelin through a dozen drive-in rattlebuzzers was truly something to behold. Truly.
Diesel, aka Robert Kroese, helped me to get into Big Time Blogging with cordial honest advice. Buy his books, read them, then donate them as gifts to the homeless. –Bunk