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Tickling Artistry

clock and pressure

Take Your Time, There’s No Pressure

Back in LA. My life had been overtaken since the end of April. Shows at the Harvey Milk Civil Rights Academy, off to Kona to visit family, preparation of boat to sail offshore to Santa Catalina Island, house preparation for going on market, circus arts summer camp instructor, attending Hall of Fame ceremony for Shelley Switzer for her work as artistic director with the Edmonton International Street Performers Festival; add the Saskatoon Bunny Hug 30th Anniversary Celebration of the quirky and brilliant Canadian performing duo Flying Debris and there goes what we know as time as it is related to the comedy of being overscheduled.

New sails arrived. A house received a facelift. There was an oil change, books devoured, and lots and lots of vegetables eaten. The Berkeley Bowl is a venerable institution.

There was the no small matter of moving from one storage unit to another. Culling through possessions, sending unused but still useful items to thrift stores, other items to the dump. I tried selling a double oven on Craigslist only to be inundated with scams, trolls and con artists. That was a modern day wakeup call.

food

Eating for Health

Napa County’s Measure C an oak woodlands and watershed protection law went down to defeat in California’s June primary by a razor thin few hundred votes. Important to mention because a fictional version of this event is the subject of my fourth novel and more than three years of my time.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that the brilliant Steve Aveson, the man I toured with in the Royal Lichtenstein Quarter-Ring Sidewalk Circus in 1974-1975 went from his anchor seat at KRON-Television in San Francisco back to New England after a two year stint. We managed a few sleepovers and one bon voyage party in this period of time. Lucky to have had him out here and will miss him like a right arm.

Shakespeare Brothers

Al Krulick, Steve Aveson and Yours Forever (My New Stage Name…)

Reading a sailors 1956 account of sailing and shore side life while in South Africa and while crossing the Atlantic. I have found the sixty-four year old tale jarring to my sensibilities. Our modern day frantic pace of life, the complexity of the new technologies, the fingertip access to any fragment of information we may want is all so smarter and more than clever. Still there seems more than ever to have been spun fog, veil and confusion. We are less able now to make a sensibly constructed holistic narrative of where we are and what we might best do.

The shelves in stores are too full and too complicated. Engineering demonstrates a disdain for simplification. I can’t be sure I will even know how to turn on a television in a hotel room— forget about grasping the embedded algebraic function in an Excel Spreadsheet.

In 1956 a sailor with a copy of Nathaniel Bowditch’s Practical Navigator, a chart, sextant, compass and chronometer could leave sight of land and arrive after a long ocean passage of thousands of miles within a six thousand feet of their planned destination.

Sextant Moon Light

Moon, Light and Destiny

Technology is not only revolutionary. Disruption is our moments primal scream. I look at a gridlocked highway and wonder why the engineers have no answer for the chaos, pain and suffering the automobile is inflicting on us all. We have arrived at a moment with the finest cars than can barely get anywhere. We can fly to the moon and still nearly fifty years later not know what to do once we have proven that we can go there.

As is the case for most of what passes for communication in this day and in this age I am reminded of a cryptic note by Charlie Pierce on Twitter, “Hello? Is anyone listening?”

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As always buy a book, book a show. Tickling is my art

April 13, ’18 Isley Bros. Fight the Power

As ever buy a book, book a show… You can scroll down to my power to the people-John Lennon Memorial Friday the 13th Giant Quarter-Ring Sidewalk Street Show blog if you are ready to join the love army. Well are you? 

Fun

Go Back We’re Going the Wrong Way

Arizona’s striking teachers had to explain the facts of life to the states conservative politicians. The tyranny of only cutting taxes and never raising them ever-ever-ever is capute. It turns out the cost to our future, the loss of not investing in our youngsters might save money in the present but will bankrupt our nation’s future.

A productive well educated future worker is far more valuable than another round of tax cuts that end up in the pockets of a golf playing Cadillac driving-private equity-carried interest deduction gluttonous-capitalist who is well past the most productive years in their now much shorter less influential lives.

Resist

Making Change Makes People Happy

That my card carrying teacher union sympathizing brothers and sisters is but a first shot with a water pistol across the bow of a scorched earth winner take all now collapsing conservative all wet revolution.

I’ll take only one more moment to do a tap dancing victory lap on the forehead of the foul mouthed former disgraced adulterous Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich. His intemperate trolling rhetoric has infected our constitutional form of government until now. Now is the moment when his kind are rounded up and sent in one miserable pile of venomous pythons to insult one another on a cruise ship of no return. Goodbye.

Our Peeps

More and More of Us, Less and Less of Them

Now that we are getting back to basics. Now that we are beginning to understand we need to do a few things right. You know we need schools and teachers. We need health care. We need a social security system. We need to focus on clean air and water. We need to fix our energy system and do something about the climate.

Seems so simple doesn’t it? Getting the basic things right means we will have the time and energy to handle the more complicated things. Keep the faith. Helping our teachers so they can help our children is simply doing something besides helping the high and financially mighty.

Let’s go peeps…

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