Tunesday video

Tunesday: X, True Love

Damn.  Never saw this before, and it’s awesome–though something tells me the band didn’t take making videos too seriously.

And a bonus because I love you:


Stupid Stuff Micro-Post: Stupid Cops

Stupid Headlines that show up in my news aggregator, and other Stupid Stuff that lands in front of me–a new tradition I talked about here.  Who knows?  No one knows–it’s a big, damn mystery.  But the world is brimming with Stupid, and I’m setting out to document it and share it with you on days that I can’t think of anything worthwhile or positive to write about.

Keystone_bw_001Sometimes it’s not the headlines that are stupid, it’s the subjects of the story.

“Video Shows California Deputies Beating Man Fleeing On Horse”
Eleven on one beat down.  With the Channel Four helicopter circling overhead.  I guess you didn’t notice that the whole Cop Violence thing has been in the news once

One cop thinks he's auditioning for a job as placekicker for the Oakland Raiders.
One cop thinks he’s auditioning for a job as placekicker for the Oakland Raiders.

or twice in the past few years?  And people are watching.  Were you really so dead set on beating this dipstick (and I’ll grant you a lot of these guys must be begging for it, but the truth is that I meet a dozen guys a day I’d just like to beat into a puddle, but I don’t–most of us don’t–because we know we live in a society of rules and, more pertinently, we know if we get caught there will be hell to pay–but I guess that’s the rub, right, there isn’t much hell to pay when you’ve got that shiny tin license to kill.)  Stupid.  Stupid. Stupid–but you sure showed that guy who’s boss, didn’t you?

Commentary Funny and/or Strange Photo I Like sheer awesomeness

I’m Back…with Menacing Clowns.

I’m back–miss me?  Well, I missed you, so there.  I got a lot done during an unplanned hiatus–lots of outdoor work, including planting next season’s garlic, cleaning out the garage so I now have a junkyard of old machinery in the driveway to sell for scrap later this week, and a lot of administrative work done in my various public service and volunteer incarnations.  The local high school football team lost a heart-breaking game over a blocked extra point in overtime, and the Steelers got shellacked by the lowly Cleveland Browns in a performance that opens up a lot of weekend time for the rest of the fall.  No way do I give time in my schedule for a team that seems to lack discipline and drive.  I’ll forgive a lack of talent, but not a lack of will and character.  I went to a party and a parade.  I even got interviewed on the radio and didn’t sound like an idiot.  Rare for me.  I wrote 8500 words of novel, too–not run at the mouth (pen? keyboard?) first draft, but good, hard, sharpened prose boiled down from about 12,000 words of blabber.

I do not return empty handed.  I bring you this headline–an overflowing cup of delicious awesomeness.

Mysterious Clowns Terrorizing California City


This isn’t something I made up–a group of people, probably including some copycats, has been dressing up in clown costumes and posing for eerie pictures in California and posting them on Instagram and Twitter with predictable, viral results.  I am in love with this prank.  If any of you were here at the beginning, you might recall that the very first Old Road Apples Post included scary clowns, so I’m feeling a little sentimental.

When you click over to the link on that headline, make sure that you read the comments, which are even more wonderful than the article–which is saying something.  Especially if you’re a Scooby fan.  Here’s just a sample.


Photo I Like summer photos

Found Summer Photo: Surfers 1965

My mom had that car in light blue…technically a “1964 1/2″… her first car.


Found Photo: Another Summer Photo

I’ve decided we’ll be throwing these summer shots at you until the leaves start to turn–or until I get bored.summer-jams  Looks like this one is a shot from an old surfer flick.


National Poetry Month: Gary Snyder


Hay for the Horses by Gary Snyder

He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous Mountain roads,
And pulled in at eight a.m.
With his big truckload of hay
behind the barn.
With winch and ropes and hooks
We stacked the bales up clean
To splintery redwood rafters
High in the dark, flecks of alfalfa
Whirling through shingle-cracks of light,
Itch of haydust in the
sweaty shirt and shoes.
At lunchtime under Black oak
Out in the hot corral,
—The old mare nosing lunchpails,
Grasshoppers crackling in the weeds—
“I’m sixty-eight” he said,
“I first bucked hay when I was seventeen.
I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that’s just what
I’ve gone and done.”

From Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems by Gary Snyder, published by North Point Press. Copyright © 1958,
1959, 1965 Gary Snyder.