Now I just need to know where the vested interests are hidden, hmmm… Et tu Brutus Beefcake? Nels, are your hands clean? Scrub on up, we got some surgery to do.
My hands are certainly clean. I have managed to bounce around the far periphery of the surf universe for 35 years now and paid through the nose to do it, on so many levels I’m embarassed to detail it.
"They can say he did it for the love,
but he was not above the money."
- from the movie “Songwriter”
I always wanted to be a rock and roll star but I hate working nights, you know?
As for educating the masses, or at least trying to give them a “head’s up” call, maybe that one person out of one hundred is the only one who really needs saving. Maybe the essential Swaylockian philosophic nuggets are rocks at the window. I’m thinking here of phrases, good and true words strung together like mutant DNA so perfect in their wierdness that they live and breathe - “lowering the bar”, a most human notion and “shorty magazines”, wickedly on target, for just two examples. Design-wise there is the twisted notion of “El Paipo Grande”…I still don’t know what to make of that one but I will never seriously look at something again without trying to imagine the absolute opposite end of the pendulum swing.
As for Doc’s snap of Mr. Hand and the question on the board: Am I reading that right? “What was the was of 1812?” If so, anybody who can answer that question is living proof we lost the was on drugs…