No need to fit in a word
Said all of them, all at once
One stream or ocean
Of (un)consciousness
Neal Cassady is dead –
So who will spiel all of the words instead?
Tag Archives: Dave Olson
Artifacts (youngtime): with Santa / Obviously *thrilled*, location unrecalled
Christmas flashback variety pack with young Olsonboys
In preparing to enjoy Christmas 2019, i raided the archive of scanned slides which dear Mother diligently created (fortunately before her untimely passing) for a few to share with brothers.
In particular, brother James’ kids who received monogrammed robes from Ryoko and I for gifts, and also participated in various plays telling Christmas-related stories – both similar to these offerings.
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Portrait: Torii at Amatsu Jinja (天津神社北側参道), Tsuchida
Just your pal Dave taking a rock around the neighbourhood. Stopping for sit by a mighty stone/concrete torii gate at Amatsu Jinja north entrance (kitagawa sando) (天津神社北側参道)
Disguise: Greek Fisherman / Olympian
Well I ain’t no Olympian but I can get behind anything… Including the original running track/stadium in Olympia, Greece…
Actually, since I lived in Olympia Washington (#OlyWa) for nine (!) years, I guess I’m in Olympian… And yes, attended two Olympic games so there’s that, but still… No gold medals except for that run of first place ribbons in the science fairs in elementary school and the “Mr. Fun” certificate from Boy Scout Camp…
But yes, this is the original Olympic grounds and me in a Greek fisherman’s hat and tunic, you know, going local with my awesome moustache and specs.
Disguise: Bus rider (with moustache, chops and hat)
My halloween disguise – you’ll never recognize me with ‘stache, chops, cardigan & fancy new hat. Waiting for a bus (i left the house!) off to meet 藤田良子 in hot spring village of Maniwa, on the borderlands of Tottori. Same as it ever was, same as i ever am (except slightly more chubby).
Disguise: Convict with Clown and First Nations Warrior (of sorts)
I ventured out, moustachioed, into the wilds of Guilford complete with my inmate number for easy identification.
Along with brother Dan as a clown, no tears for this one, and brother Bob with some inappropriate cultural appropriation upon which I won’t comment upon further, we would rampage through Guilford Mews condos using pillowcases instead of plastic sacks to collect the trick or treat bounty.
Surrey, circa 1976?
Disguise: Convict and Rockstar
Oh those notorious Olson boys, always up to no good, they make the Duke boys look like saints. This time it’s Dan headed to the brig while I strike my best rockstar pose – indeed my true calling if it wasn’t those pesky musical instruments.
My iteration was a mix of my uncle Randy Bachman and a bit of Elvis who had died on my recent seventh birthday. Hey glasses, big hair, bellbottoms with pom-poms and platform shoes… But oh that pose! Simply says, “I know you’re looking but I don’t care – i’m just here to rock”
Portrait: Interesting Men
Two bearded distinguished gentleman discussing how Ernest Hemingway is vastly overrated.
note: this costume was on deck a couple years ago, but life got weird for me, but in that moment of sadness, I realized I didn’t need to dress up as the most interesting man in the world as i’ve met at least a dozen people as interesting as this fictional dude.
Disguise: Hunter S. Thompson
“Dr.” Hunter S. Thompson as depicted, required the commitment to shaving a cul-de-sac through my lock.
The party attended was appropriately at the Police Museum (with a DJ dressed as TennWolf), where i pose in front of exhibit of seized drugs in an attempt at method acting, circa 2010(?).
Note: authentic media pass. in which the goodly “doctor” is still resplendent with his mane intact.
