Wonderful to teach and be reminded constantly of the despair we once felt as though it had never been felt by anyone before us. I wonder if that's the only way to feel relief; we cannot survive constantly being bled by such despair. To teach implies perspective, distance. Or does it?
I don't care what Mr. Flatmo's critics say about the "obscenity" of prolific welding resources and labor used to create a frivolous, carbon-belching monstrosity "El Pupo" during the sixth largest extinction event on Earth that's being rapidly accelerated by carbon-caused climate change.
The U.S. is no longer an entrepreneurial manufacturing leader and our celebrity culture is offering today's youths an opportunity for a critical diversion from their malaise and decades of public divestment, outsourcing, record gaps in income, opportunity and reward. Celebrities want our forgiveness, they're not asking for permission!
Do we want more depressed youths, or do we want them wearing their favorite singer's logo at "El Pupo" concerts, to pour open their lives and data on Facebook and to adopt Apple as a lifestyle?
Celebrities are our kid's institutions!
Instead of a robust public education we have Zuckerberg's rescue of public schools, instead of a vibrant literary culture we have Oprah's book club, instead of investments in public health we have the Gates Foundation.
Celebrities aren't inviting our children to be just like them, celebrity's success is based on leaving everyone else behind.
A small price to pay to allow the rich to save America.
(Special thanks to G. Packer @ the New Yorker).
No one can reasonably expect a few folks dressed as Nazis to raise any eyebrows in Eureka.
Kate...you look Marvelous! Two thumbs up!!!!
Thank you so much for the wonderful article! We look forward to seeing everyone at the show and appreciate your support!
Make sure you like Cocked & Loaded on facebook! https://www.facebook.com/pages/Cocked-Loaded/958512114165746?fref=ts
-The creators of the group are Tod Alan (<~correct spelling) and Romeo Bedwell. We're happy to have GabRoyál and Jaxin Yoff as our cast!
-Photography of any kind is not allowed.
-We ask that you remain seated and one of our wonderful stage kittens will be around to collect your financial friendship.
-And the boys of Cocked&Loaded are in now way replacing feathers and sequins for anything. It's burlesque for crying out loud! We hope you all come and enjoy the show!! With love, C&L
I agree that science is very important but it makes no sense whatsoever to waste public subsidies, facilities and student fees focused on promoting and facilitating a celebrity at $50,000/hour.
HSU was just rated "number-one" in academic divestment in the CSU system by the Ca. Faculty Association while administrators get big salary increases and entertainment is fully funded?
There us $5.00 paid parking for this event.
"That's what a lot of comics do: travel, collect stories and report back on the human condition," he said. "I'm a culturally investigative journalist."
Future generations will understand that our self-indulgent travel habits only added to global warming. Travel reveals little additional knowledge about the "human condition", it merely reinforces the world-view you left home with.
Without Colbert and Stewart the field is wide open for satirists to feed the starving masses with the only source of real news modern media tolerates.
Entertainment, joy, energy, food, love...were always accessible within every human community.
We only lacked the proper education.
Folk Motto----If you dpn,t use it--you will lose it.....
So long is too flip'' -- 'goodb,y and thank you --- appreciates what the
SewellGalery meant to this communuty
Jack Sewelll is a fine SculptureArtist--=-Too bad we lose a fine Gallery he can no longer keep available to artists--
It was great while it lasted---andwill be missed----Thanks, Jack Sewell
Someone needs to investigate how it's possible to have so many empty storefronts while the cost of renting remains overpriced.
They were great that night. Energetic and polished right out of the gate.
An irreverent classic!
John J. Bennett, best in the bidness. Dude can write!
who give a fuck,how is this fucking news
Never worked with Gary, but have seen some of his work. I have worked with Marilyn several times.
What amazing actors.
I am not surprised with a gifted director in Patrick Spike and two wonderful actors that this didn't receive this wonderful review.
I certainly miss being on stage in Ferndale.....what a wonderful venue.
This is Steve Scott, Kyle's Dad. The wreck occurred at 10:47 central time, Saturday morning January 31st in Robertsdale, Alabama. Kyle was just 13 minutes behind me. We had spent the night with my sister and brother-in-law after an 8 day epic pilgrimage road trip to the Florida Keys. I met his Mom there in 1967 when I was in the Navy. It was a joyful journey and he reunited with many cousins, two of whom I had not seen in 38 years. They all still consider me family even though his Mom (a wonderful lady) and I have not been together since 1976. There was never more than 5 minutes of silence in the car. Also, knowing Kyle, you will appreciate that we recited almost every line from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, sang songs, made up more, spoke in tongues (authentic gibberish), discussed the meaning of life, and found rare plants forms. We agreed that the trip could not have been more perfect. It was a gift to me from God. Although I am having to go through Hellish things, I am at peace. I have even managed somehow to forgive the low-life that hit him from behind at 125 miles an hour. We are having a small private family gathering in Fairhope, Alabama Saturday 7th and next January 31st we will scatter his ashes at his favorite place in the Florida Keys. I cherish all your stories and comments and they keep alive his memory. I would love to hear from Kyle friends and fans. You can find my Facebook page on Kyle's page. My email is: Stephen.firstname.lastname@example.org. Please give me a week or so. Steve
A former Blue Laker texted me this awful news last night, and it still hasn't quite sunk in yet. I hadn't seen Kyle in a few years since we both moved away from Portland, but this doesn't seem real. He's supposed to be in Austin now living the dream, not taken away from us for forever.
It's funny all the little things you remember about people, and how they seep in and change you and/or your perspectives in subtle ways. Kyle taught me the word "thermocline" one sunny day at the Farmhouse as he was discussing his sunburn. He was truly one-of-a-kind. Only Kyle would be discussing something as random as thermocline while hunting in the garden for aloe vera.
He once did a whole feng shui reading in my house taking hours to get everything just right. Thanks to Kyle, I always now close my toilet lid when not in use so as not to "collect stagnant chi." In return for his careful plotting of my sacred space, I gave him a tarot card reading. We interpreted it as he needed to move to Portland, like so many other Blue Lakers at the time of the "Great Northern Migration" circa 2008-09, to pursue his musical career. He moved up not long afterward and I followed close behind.
While in Portland, I'd introduce him to new friends as "Cool Rocks," which became my nickname for him because of a Jade Stems song about searching in the forests and on the beaches for cool rocks. I thought it was the coolest song ever, because who doesn't like looking for cool rocks? And who else would've thought to make a song out of it? Only Kyle.
My first birthday in Portland, as I was moping about doom-and-gloom style, depressed over something as ridiculous as my birthday, Kyle helped organize a spur-of-the-moment music show/birthday party at a friend's coffee shop/theatre space. He showed up with his electric saw wearing thick black eyeliner. Really, only Kyle could get away with pulling off such a strange and wonderful combo. The highlight of the evening was having my then two-year-old daughter pulled up on stage to sing me happy birthday to the accompaniment of an electric saw over ambient techno. Thank you, Kyle. You turned that day around into one of the most memorable birthdays ever.
We saw each other less seldom in Portland. A trek from the Southeast up to where Kyle lived in the far Northeast wasn't as easy as meandering up a gravel road to the Farmhouse anymore. I had to leave Portland in a hurry in less than ideal circumstances and didn't get a chance to say good-bye to Kyle or many other friends. I had heard he had gone to Austin, though, to keep on pursuing his musical career. I think the Portland winters were a bit much for a Florida boy, and I was happy he had moved to another place with a happenin' music scene.
Again, in my mind he's still in Austin making wonderful, weird music on that saw of his. To think that he's no longer with us just boggles my mind. Wherever you are now, Kyle, I know you're searching for cool rocks on the banks of a warm, beautiful river, beloved Indy at your side, smiling down on all of us as you now know all the secrets of the Universe. Rest in peace, my friend, you will be dearly missed.
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