Cacaphony Chrismas

This group should be viralized, copied, emulated, parroted, cloned, mimicked and repeated constantly until at least January 6, 2011, and then every year from Thanksgiving until the twelfth day of Christmas or pagan equivalent.

Permanent groveling rights and apologies to my wife for not letting me drag her away from this group that turned out to be the flash mob Cacophony Christmas.

Nut jobs and fringe dwelling edge livers clustered with a variety of noisemakers and functioning citizens to aggressively advocate the freedom to "sing" in public and private venues. We took over the escalator in Macy's and did a good job disturbing many of the people not buying  books at Border's. Union Square and all points proximate were in the kill zone. Incredible greatful to have been included. Quite a group.

They said I could start my own group, too, as long as I give them credit and split any profits.

Takers?

GNU

Good Holiday News

Beautiful light show in the French city of Lyon:
http://www.travellady.com/Issues/Issue58/lyon.htm

Ennio Marchetto is funny as hell:
http://enniomarchetto.com/

Dream Act passes House
This only makes sense. But it is probably another step away from open borders...

Is it good news in Myanmar? SOUNDS good!

Thank you to the producers of "The Philanthropist" for introducing me to this story just a few months ago. Hope that this is a good turn of page for them and us. Sounds like a step towards liberty and freedom. But from what? And is it true that there are 2,000 more political prisoners in Myanmar? What for ? And is it any business of ours?

http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Global-News/2010/1115/Aung-San-Suu-Kyi-released-in-Burma-Myanmar-but-don-t-forget-what-happened-in-Depayin

Swallow migration long version 2007

People-watching at 8Th & Fig. Had been there waiting for my wife for about the

hundredth time. I have developed coping mechanisms. I watch. I meditate on people.

I hate. What I was hating here was people NOT curious about the performance art

piece that someone had cracked up while placing along the sidewalk. It was the

shape of a bird in flight: wings and tail splayed as if a floor billboard you get

in the cracker aisle of the grocery store -- in a mid-air veer, but grounded. The

artist had probably placed hundreds of similar shapes around the crowded city, and

was videotaping, or masturbating and telling fortunes from the seminal streams or

whatever artist shit passed for art this week. Fine.

What pissed me off was that NOBODY saw the thing. Mini Manhattan that it is, 8th

and Fig is not a place people stroll. They motor, or they wait.

Now accessing my VAST AND ENDLESS OCEAN OF ANGER, I decided to get aggressive. I

would crouch and defend my territory over the outline image, demanding attention

for the artist and from the passersby. Halfway there, I knew I was on weak ground.

The thing was wiggling!

It still could have been wind. Could have. But wasn't. I knealt. and found myself

eyeball to crown with a small bird. No obvious trauma. Eyes open. Warm. Wings spread wide. A live bird that I had to now rescue.

My lifetime record for rescuing "wounded" animals was around 0-35 including any bug or sea monkey I purchased through the mail. I tried, I tried, but I just kep on getting dead birds, or grasshoppers, or plants, or sea monkeys. I followed directions up to a point, though I was mostly guided by intuition. And after all, won't we ALL be the same in a century?

I won't touch the thing. Mostly because I am picking up my wife and she would FREAK. So I find a newspaper in back and pancake spatula her onto a transition surface well before considering where in the hell I was going to put her.

I watched her ignore all of my efforts for half an hour and then without preamble, bound into the air and switch-back path fly herself up and out of my two dimensional world.

As I looked up searching and marvelling, I saw a CLOUD of similar avians swarming, pooling, schooling, crowding up in the thermals that form off the glass fronted buildings on LoveMe Avenue. I had stumbled onto the path of the swallow migration. I felt like the guy in Field of Dreams. "Where did all these birds come from?"

Swallow migration

People watching at 8Th & Fig, Downtown LA, parked in front of the Corner Bakery. I had been w---wait, this IS the long version! I looked up and saw hundreds and hundreds of small birds circling and performing aerobatics up along the face of the white building which is 777 Figueroa. It was weeks before I realized what I was seeing ( I am only now beginning to learn a little about birding) and I wish that I could go back to that time with the knowledge I have now of the distance and time involved. Even ignorant as I was, it was a spectacular site: the evening rush hour human crush operating parallel to this avian marathon.

Swallow sighting Long Beach, CA Cerritos Channel

Swallow sighting Long Beach, CA Cerritos Channel. I just saw a single swallow darting through the air over the Cerritos Channel behind my house. I am inspired, but curious at how little I hear on the local Audubon and birdwatcher sites about the swallow migration.

Air is killing our hope

Rand says so. Rand, the Santa Monica based think tank has had a good look at the sky and says that we are dying of air. Hospital records and my dead dad can't refute...
http://www.hcn.org/hcn/blogs/goat/totally-gnarly-air-dude

Hope and Love out of misery: Thousands showed up in support of the family and community of the dead girl in San Diego.
http://www.nctimes.com/news/local/poway/article_3a69f008-669f-55db-b2d9-8a7a992317e9.html

Jerry Brown is in! this could be interesting. A penny pinching insider versus two wanna be billionaires. Gird your loins, voters! It is on !
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9K_U9wNbToI

Commander out

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