My people are on foot. I see them much as I do when I slip into Shangri-La Vegan in Emeryville or Flora Vegan in LA’s Silverlake District. So what does that mean? Do they all look like buskers and busker girlfriend’s?
For sheer simplicity I am drawn to the messaging around One Step for Animals Organization. No complicated arguments here. The simple ask of the omnivorous is to stop eating all things feathered. Explanation and persuasion are so last century. Put down the drumstick, eat a carrot, save the world. You don’t need to know why.
Shows this weekend in Oakland at Children’s Fairyland where I’ll gather the youngest among us and their parents, relatives and neighbors along the banks of Lake Merritt. Triggering laughter born of kindness and sincerity from both an eight and eighty year old is a gratification of the highest comic order. I love when I ask a three year old where they are from and they say—–from my mommy’s tummy..!
Awaiting downstairs is an exercise machine, the famed treadmill. I’ve more than a few hours scheduled. I’ll read about the early training of the great ballet dancer Mikhail Baryshnikov. Athletes can attain higher levels of virtuosity with skilled coaching. Street theater has had only a few. More on this later.
In Hot Spring Honeymoon the pinion pine nut is selected as a pivotal plotting element. So I am all the more transfixed by praise sung for the mesquite tree by Tucson’s Desert Harvesters Organization. Trees rock! I think you’re beginning to see where the World Emergency Full Catastrophe Climate Change Comedy Show is being born from.
Friend’s— buy a book, book a show. Get stuck here, come back for another visit. I’ll try and keep it real. We need reality— a good laughter saturated dose of— sobering reality
“The wanderlust in the heart of a street performer is curiosity writ by beat up truck and a one dollar tip.” Polished prose is under construction. And that of course is one of the tasks being attended to at this website. You’ll notice my farcical comedy Hot Spring Honeymoon is here and on offer. One reader wrote, ” I could pick up the book at anytime and feel like I was in a desert town or on the mountain…”
Hibiscus tea drinking has become all the rage in our household. Two quart jar filled with cold water, two teabags and one squeezed lemon before bedtime. Remove teabags in morning and sip your day away on the Godzilla of antioxidants. The African hibiscus flower will cure virtually everything other than stupid and stubborn for which there remains no cure.
Many offseason’s have been thermally ensconced upon the Sonoran Desert. I’m an admirer of the mesquite tree. The bean pods are are edible when ground into flour. I’ve ordered mine and will add to my eclectic breakfast cake batter. Just coming back to read about the results of this edible experiment has got to keep you awake nights tossing and turning wondering what in the name of busking does a mesquite flavored breakfast cake have to do with good health and happiness? Let’s find out together.
We’ll turn finally to reading more Norman Mailer while breaking a sweat on my treadmill. After one hour of that fun I’ll turn my attention to handstands and then finish off with a walk along the LA River.
Sea level rise versus see level rise. One has to do with climate change and the other has to do with looking over shoulders, fences or through periscopes. See level rise… come on people work with me…these are the jokes… or come back tomorrow for more and find out what else the Novel Juggler is up to.