The Day My Kid Went Punk

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American TV and movies have pretty much always sucked at getting punk right. This and an episode of Quincy tend be remembered as classic quotable examples of this from a certain era. As a side note, my brother had the nickname “After School Special” in high school. He wasn’t particularly punk. Now you can watch the whole thing online. (found a version with somewhat better sound) Share and enjoy.

After School Special page on Wikipedia

Thanks to C. Adam O’Toole for pointing this one out.

Punk’s Not Dead

It’s just become a blanket in the baby section at Target. Or, for the truly hardcore, TGI Friday’s has the Pink Punk Cosmo on it’s cocktail menu.

little punk

Shaun White T-Shirt

Slightly more mystifying is this t-shirt that is part of Shaun White’s (Olympic gold medalist snowboarder, sponsored by Target since 2002) fashion line. It sparked a small argument when I wondered why a Mat Brinkman T-Shirt was on sale at Target; which was quickly countered by ‘who the hell is that?, it’s Shaun White’. To which I replied ‘who the hell is that’. So there you go. It might be slightly more interesting if Shaun White did art like this than if it was Mat Brinkman, some other Fort Thunder related person, or someone unknown doing that style.

And now the punchline

While trying to find a usable photo of the Pink Punk Cosmo for this post I discovered that TGI Friday’s have been using the song Hayseed Rock by Tight Bro’s From Way Back When off their 2001 Kill Rock Stars LP Runnin’ Thru My Bones as their website theme-song since at least May, 2009. It’s still up there. Apparently the song also featured in a TGIF TV commercial that I’ve been unable to find a copy of on the interwebs. I’ve put the word out on the tweetsphere and friendspace and expect to provide some background on this amazing collision in the future.

Fake Shitty New York Ambience EXPOSED!

If you are a New Yorker, then it is quite likely that you are often confused by how people who are not perceive New Yorkers. New York is a very large state (about 55,000 square miles, kinda sorta halfish the size of the UK or Italy) and many of the interesting parts are not in New York City and are actually quite a long drive from it. Despite this, if you tell someone that you are from New York they immediately assume you are from Manhattan, which is only one small part of New York City. After that they usually ask you things like ‘do jews celebrate Thanksgiving’ and repeat things they heard on the Sopranos to you, like that could somehow be endearing. Worst case scenario: Sienfeld is mentioned. As that is a whole other topic we’ll leave it aside for now. What is really confusing about how New York is perceived by the rest of the world (or at least the rest of America), is why so many restaurants are decorated with New York Subway motifs, maps, photos, etc. Who in their right mind would want to try and enjoy a meal while surrounded by depictions of the filthiest, smelliest, most disgusting and by far the least reliable transit system in the world? You’ve seen it many times, in the Subway chain of sandwich shops, in countless pizzerias and possibly most of all in bagel shops.

times square 2042

By far the worst offender in this later category is the Noah’s/Einstein chain with 600 bagelries in 36 states. It was at one of their Noah’s located in San Jose California that I found myself staring at their dodgy subway platform decor and began to wonder about these things. I then made another discovery. The framed posters of New York City that hang on their walls were riddled with blatant inaccuracies. Wrong Dates, wrong places, wrong cities… How could this be? Thousands of these posters must have been sold all over the world! Most to dubious bagel shops and pizzerias no doubt.

It all starts with a cuckoo clock. It’s a fitting tribute to the director of F for Fake, master liar Orson Welles, who famously remarked in the film The 3rd Man, “in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love – they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.” It’s a small lie apparently handed down from Mark Twain, and it has no real bearing on his central argument. Anyway, the Third Man was released in the US in early 1950, debuting in New York on the eve of my father’s 14th birthday on February 2. So, we have a very popular, somewhat muddy image, depicting Times Square on a cold and wet day in early 1950, forever marked as being 1942-either days or months after the US had entered the war-but clearly showing a sign for a film made seven years later that depicts the events of post-World War Two Vienna. And it hangs in eateries, homes, dorms and undoubtedly countless net cafes around the world. Is there no justice? No Peace? No truth? What does this all mean? Why the fuck do I even care? How could something so wrong continue unchallenged? Call your Senator, call Amway for Christ sakes, something must be done!

I found out I was not alone in my discovery, a couple of other blogger types noticed it too… but the funny part was, all dated the photo to the year of the Third Man’s initial release in 1949, even though it had not been shown in the US yet. Eat it nerd! I have outdone thee! Proudly representing from the über geeky South Bay, this is Marc A signing off (and I could give a crap about Noah’s crap-ass decor, WTF with this whipped cream cheese?).

Other poster call outs: The Spirit of Radio | Movie Poop Shoot | Laredo Morning Times (PDF)

Buy the damn poster

The Third Man on the IMDB

Mommy Pregnant – drawing by 4 1/2 year old Marc Arsenault

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My mother, Roberta Juracka, one of the longest working women in American television, drawn by a young me. Found in a bizarre Catholic baby book at my late grandmother’s house. No clear indication on my final status as a soldier of christ. (picture after the jump!)

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If People Know You Are A Musician, They Will Give You Cool Stuff

wallwarts

This is, of course, also true for artists, makers, crafters, and all other manner of geek, electronic whiz, computer genius, hacker, basement and garage tinkerer and eccentric; but, I’ve found that it is the music connection that really resonates (sorry, pun) with people, and has brought in the most luscious booty. Most recent example – pictured above – my aunt-in-law Joan had accumulated a whole bag of wall warts that did not match anything she actually uses. So they were donated to me. When I saw the wealth of 9-volt adapters and the venerable Archer universal, I nearly wept with joy (if you are a musician, especially a guitarist, this makes perfect sense to you and you share in my joy as part of that universal brotherhood. Let no more be spoken).

My favorite example of this was when I was at a friend of a friend’s farm in upstate New York a few years ago, and he was giving us the grand tour… we stop in a corner of his garage and he hands me a Garden Weasel. “You’re a musician, right? This has got a real cool sound, I’m sure you can use it” No joke, that thing sounds awesome. Fly the freak flag.

Phantom Brain Exchange Paper Program

Check out the coolest broadsheet in the northeast! Phantom Brain Exchange Paper Program – Free! Online! Features a couple illustrations by teh yrs truly. To get a physical copy, you need to make your way up to Turners Falls, MA. The next one is March 25, 2009. Montague Phantom Brain Exchange main page.

Why We Do This: C30 C60 C90 Go!

Bow Wow Wow | C30 C60 C90 Go! | EMI 1980

This is the first in a series of what will hopefully be regular Friday posts of possibly forgotten items from the past that had a huge influence on the rise of punk/DIY culture, Wow Cool and me personally. This started out from noticing I was getting re-turned on to books, music, etc. that were very important at one point in life, but had become forgotten. In the future, the items will be run without additional commentary. Thanks to Erik from Xeroid Records for turning me on to this video. Share and Enjoy!

nickname: Rebel fader gladiator in Time Out New York

Andrew Gerhan is front and center in Time Out New York’s ‘I, New York’ feature in this week’s issue. Andrew twiddled knobs, arranged mics, rode the faders like Hopalong Cassidy, and even played a few odd parts for nickname: Rebel a few months back in sessions for the nearly completed New Rock Church of Fire LP. Now it seems he is flying the freak flag high and brandishing his sizzling whiskers in the little known neighborhood of Park Slope, Brooklyn as a “freelance music engineer”. Andy discusses Thomas Pynchon, particle physics, coffee and more with the popular entertainment weekly. We wish Andrew well in this new dangerous land, but hope he returns one day to visit us in the Bay Area.

Weird Alien Plant Thing

Found this strange pair taking root in my front yard. What the hell are they?

Romanesco – Crazy Fractaliscious Vegetable

Romanesco… I’m far from the first to come across this crazy broccoli meets Benoit Mandelbrot thing, but I could not resist its charms–especially for 90 cents at the local farmers’ market. I’ll try not to let it sit for too long before I steam it up with some garlic. But… Wow. Just wow.

gritboy sticks again

Sticker pack for the Stick Me Hard Show at Musma Gallery in Brussels. Hopefully it will make it there in time and not get stuck in customs forever for smelling like paint…

I’ve been drawing this bunny character for like 20 years and he rarely looks the same way twice…

Stencils, Spray Paint and Beer make a good recipe for a fun night with Gritboy

Stick Me Hard! is an upcoming International Exhibition of handmade stickers, posters and stencyls at Musma Gallery in Belgium. Local sticker legend Mr. The Gritboy has pulled the stencils out of storage to make a go at contributing. This is just a small gallery of artifacts from one nights work. Pretty ghastly stuff. See some examples of the vastly superior work by the other contributors on Musma’s flickr page.

Grit Boy is back (up against the wall, you know, so to speak), and he prefers Session Beer.

I am the God of Hellfire!

Awesome garage sale score. 5 Bux. Just in time for the halloween light show! Sadly, I didn’t end up with a whole planetarium like I hoped.

Cocktail of the day: The Wushu Watermellon

Just the thing to celebrate making it through cold and flu season! 3 parts lemonade (homemade or Simply Lemonade brand) 2 parts elderberry tea, 1 or 2 parts vodka, lots of ice in a big glass, stir. Looks very pretty with the lemonade and the tea separated before you mix it. Looks like a watermellony gray color once you mix it and tastes a bit like it too. Goes great with chicken soup!

Pictures from the 2008 Pacific Pinball Expo

Up on flickr now, 55 shots of classic pinball machines and their insane graphics. Check it out!

Cupertino Heirloom Tomato Salsa

I’d gotten it in my head I was going to make some salsa fresca with a variety of heirloom tomatoes. This was something I hadn’t really delved into much due to the limited availability of such in my old digs. But, a few months ago I got some crazy heirloom tomatoes as part of a friend’s CSA that we covered while they were out of town. They were the best tomatoes I’d ever had in my life. I’m very lucky to have a very good (if small) and quite affordable (compared to several of the others nearby) farmers market just a mile from my house every Friday. On this last visit I discovered a vendor I’d never noticed before. When I got to Frank Huguenard’s Bountiful Garden stand, I was pretty sure this was the place to get my tomatoes. Frank is a tall and enthusiastic individual who seemed to be creating fresh mountains of salsa at a furious rate behind his booth that was covered with dozens of tomatoes-no two alike-and a large, inviting bowl of salsa mexicana to sample. It was incredibly good stuff with an astoundingly complex flavor. When I asked how many different styles of tomato he used he said, “oh about 30 or 40″. Wow. Surprisingly, when asked how long he’d been making salsa, he told me that the first time was only a couple weeks ago. I guess he had some unexpected surplus then.

I should mention, Frank is a man with a mission. All money received goes directly to disaster relief efforts. More info on the Bountiful Garden site.

So, yeah, two days later (and still photographing things like t-shirts and swords in the garage, so, therefore still all set up with the lights) I started washing and plucking and slicing and dicing and mixing and making all kinds of a mess. Unlike the peanuts from the other day, these taste as good as they look.

The raw ingredients

plucked and washed

Pico de Gallo

Guacamole

Today’s Special: Fresh Roasted Peanuts

Hot out of the oven. Conveniently, I was already set up with the lights and everything to make it look so pretty.

I’ve got a bike!

And it’s nothing like the one in the song by The Pink Floyd.
Godspeed, brother Wright.

As mentioned here recently, I have deep-sixed internal combustion and gone back to self-powered 2-wheel goodness. Here’s the hot ride in late night glory, purchased at an awesome bike swap held by the Silicon Valley Bicycle Coalition. Behind it is a Chariot (half-price, same swap!) to drive my littlest to and from pre-school. Been getting busy tricking it out. The rear-view mirror, bottle holder and U-Lock went on today. Still trying to find a compatible rack for the back.

It would be nice to have more things like the bike swap for independent comic artists and publishers around here… instead so much energy gets directed at things like APE

I’m a Mowin’, Roastin’, Compostin’ Fool

So, yeah, we just moved. Still getting settled in, but some new systems are starting to slide into place… Here’s a few from today.

First time out with the new manual mower. Will pay for itself in about 6 weeks. We don’t really have much grass. There will be less soon. Food Not Lawns!

I figured I had to make a roast at least once. There are just certain things I’m not a fan of doing to foods. Slow Cooked Beef Brisket is probably one of those. It came out pretty good. Plenty of left overs, which was the whole goal of the project.

The kitchen compost bin, with detailed instructions. This gets transfered to a big Dalek-like thing in the back yard twice a week, with some leaves and grass clippings and such. Looking forward to having some actual compost in… uh, the Spring.

Projects waiting in the wings… sandbox, kombucha, recessed lights in the living room, accessorize mad pimp out the bicycle, um, I forgot what else…

Lost Highway

In Denver now… Day three of the move. Be in Utah soon. Abandoned hangars… Bison… Antelope Island…

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