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November 12th, 2013 by

9:10 a.m. PST, November 12, 2013.

By US notation, it is 9:10 AM, 11/12/13.

Hello, unique set of numbers rolling by. This is their milemarker.

Yep, there they go. They keep going.

It's Dr. Hunter S. Thompson's 76th birthday.

July 18th, 2013 by

take the ride

Dr. Hunter S. Thompson would have been 76 today.

In his honor, as is tradition, here are birthday words from Mr. Drew McKinney:

Has it been a year already? Of course it has, I can tell by simply gazing at a mirror. The hairline has, impossibly, receded even further back on my skull in a grand attempt to meet my neck. What little hair remains is a bit grayer, the creases in my face are a bit deeper, and the joints in my body make a bit more noise. And so much for aging gracefully. They lied to us about that part but what are we going to do about it? Those liars are already dead or dying and the energy we have left is better spent thinking about our own inevitable demise.

This time last year I was in the sticks of Georgia, sweltering in near triple-digit heat, watching the wells evaporate dry and wondering when it would all come to a fiery end as we inched our way to glorious spontaneous combustion. That fire never came though, we got through it and somehow between then and now I made my back to my favorite city, that fair maiden of the West, my old lover, San Francisco. The hellfire of Georgia has been replaced with a blanket of cold mist and I sit with a mug of green tea, bundled up in more layers than I have bones, contemplating the merits of powering up the space heater. Whatever happened to the July of my childhood?

318 Parnassus Avenue

318 Parnassus

San Francisco is an amazing city. It is somehow both inspiring and unpleasant, a place where the rich get richer and the dreams of peasants get crushed under thousand-dollar designer boots. The working class can no longer afford to live here and must be shuttled in by crowded bus or train to beg for pennies or the dregs of someone's Soy Latte. And yet... we all scratch and claw and bite and curse to stay here so there must be something about it.

The Good Doctor spent a fair amount of time here. His residence at 318 Parnassus isn't that far from where I am now and rumor has it that if you look closely you can still make out where the bullet holes were patched. From drunk stumbling in Haight Ashbury to drunk dancing in the Marina to drunk drinking South Of Market, Hunter had this town wired. He was equally at home writing in the offices of Rolling Stone or "managing" a gritty sex theater in the Tenderloin or partying with Hells Angels in Potrero Hill. It's said that Hunter knew the location of every motel ice machine in the city, the better to make his famous Chivas snowcones with, and I choose to believe it. The stories those ice machines must have.

Oh to have been in San Francisco during that time and with that man. I can totally imagine what it was like... roaring down Geary Boulevard to Point Lobos Avenue in a car with the top down, cold beers comfortably nestled between thighs, the remnants of a joint dangling from the ashtray, rock music blaring into the night. The ocean would come into view and Hunter would smile, flick his eyes to make sure I was cool with this and then he would floor the accelerator and we would be airborne, soaring through the air silent and weightless, flying off the cliff until we landed with a crashing thud on the beach below. He'd drain his beer and toss it into the waves, grab another from the six-pack and pop it open. "See," he would say, "nothing to worry about."

Happy Birthday, Doc.

take the ride

HST in the car via Aspen Post. 318 Parnassus photo via psychedelicsister.blogspot.com. Thank you, Drew. Thank you, Hunter.

BLOG SO HARD

May 10th, 2013 by

BLOG SO HARD

[BLOGGING LOUDLY]


(Via juliasegal.tumblr.com.)

The point is not to forget. [Fuck You Friday]

April 26th, 2013 by

Guernica by Picasso

April 26 is a date that must be remembered.

What happened to Guernica in 1937 needs to be remembered.

Those whose decisions led to this? They deserve invective, death, and remembrance. Fuck 'em.

How can we rise above those who made those decisions? By remembering.

Remember, remember, remember.

new beliefs

April 26th, 2013 by

now i believe

(Via Reddit.)

The first day of spring. [Fuck You Friday]

April 12th, 2013 by

It's a Fuck You Friday.Cold out still?

Yup.

Doesn't matter,

let's take a picture.

The first day of Spring.

Fuck you, cold.

(Photo via Reddit.)

April 8, before and now. [What Day Is It?]

April 8th, 2013 by

It's April 8, so let's listen to the song played by Jeff Mangum himself.

Here are two live versions, one from 1998 followed by one from 2012.

(Thanks Susanna. Videos via YouTube users lloplop & yourapologist.)

YOU ARE THE ONE ON FIRE. [Fuck You Friday]

April 5th, 2013 by

It's a Fuck You Friday.YEAH?

WELL, YOU'RE THE ONE ON FIRE.

FUUUCK YOU.

FUCK YOU BIRTHDAY CAKE

(Photo via theinternetaccordingtoadrian.tumblr.com.)

Against "Amateur Hour" as well as its opposition. [What day is it?]

March 17th, 2013 by

St. Patrick's Day is amateur hour.

THIS IS NOT AMATEUR HOUR

"THIS IS NOT AMATEUR HOUR. Happy St. Patrick's Day."

The fact that the preceding image exists to splay on a print-on-demand garment is further proof of this post's initial stipulation. Look:

Wearing this hoodie would immediately identify you as an amateur.

"THIS IS NOT AMATEUR HOUR. Happy St. Patrick's Day."

Counterpoints exist, but why would you ever want to be the person wearing this shirt below in public?

ST. PATRICK'S DAY IS FOR AMATEURS

"ST. PATRICK'S DAY IS FOR AMATEURS"

Just terrible.

Listen, St. Patrick's Day is to drinking what Valentine's Day is to loving -- if you genuinely care, you do it based on what your heart says, and you don't need the calendar to tell you to do it.

As ever, as far as we know, the best celebratory thing you can do to recognize St. Patrick's Day is to enjoy Brad Neely's "Bring The Gold."

And remember, there were never any snakes on √Čire to begin with.

(Images via threadrock.com, lookhuman.com, and flickr.com via sanfrancisco.grubstreet.com.)

Facts about George Washington delivered in song form. [What day is it?]

February 18th, 2013 by

George Washington's birthday is actually February 22.

Brad Neely
will help with the remembering: