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Mementos: Tijuana Day (Scenes of Life), 1989

Tijuana Day (Scenes of Life), 1989 / accordion lad

Several times have crossed over to Tijuana for, travel to Mexico and several times trips a vantage rather badly but sometimes they’re just short of a trip.

There was one such crossing in probably 1989 with a wonderful friend on a youthful adventure. She was moving to La Jolla, near San Diego, for some job or another and I was doing my best to stay in her world. In the midst of all of it we went on several excursion, including to Tijuana for no particular reason, and whilst there, I snapped photos with an instant disposable camera (i think). Here are three faves – there are more, somewhere/sometime/maybe. 

Tijuana Day (Scenes of Life), 1989 / Amish dudes on the prowl
Tijuana Day (Scenes of Life), 1989 / lady of concern #blessings

Notebook: Grandpa Roadtrip (AZ, NM, UT, Mexico), 1989 + #daveo50 musings

Notebook: Grandpa Roadtrip (AZ, NM, UT, Mexico), 1989 / cover

In my #daveo50 “personal archaeology“ project, there are over 160 posts pre-scheduled (before baby), however there are at least another 100 in draft form and then still shelves and boxes filled with treasures…

Ergo: The other day I popped out to holy barn studio for the first time since the baby came home and randomly picked up this notebook and it’s pure gold… a log diary from a road trip with my grandpa through UT, AZ, NM, Mexico etc / with no agenda, no school, many motels, every national & state park & monument, endless diners (incl his flirting with waitresses). i’m posting it here as an “placeholder“ reminder to myself that this project can continue on all year and beyond beyond… so much evidence, so many oddities, such documentation.

Notebook: Grandpa Roadtrip (AZ, NM, UT, Mexico), 1989 / final page detail

I also remember that Douglas Coupland exhibit at Vancouver Art Gallery included a display of his notebooks telling me that “the work is the art“ and in this case, this humble $.35 spiral-bound notebook with a mix of my scribbles and my grandpa’s delicious cursive is “the #art” the rest is ancillary.

“So it is written, so it is done”

PS: This note posted elsewhere regarding this “discovery” of personal archeology: 

…My heart stopped so many times while opening up all these archives… I’ve moved so many times and been through so much uncertainty and so much turmoil and chaos in my life that the fact these things survived is truly miraculous and each shred of paper and scribble of handwriting is cherished. My grandpa was a colossal character, a real “big Fish“ type… I’m still not to his country count on my travels or to his level of charm so to see his handwriting and remember that trip is really quite splendid.

Notebook: Grandpa Roadtrip (AZ, NM, UT, Mexico), 1989 (final page detail)

See more: artifacts from this trip at: Mementos: SW Road Trip with Grandpa, 3 B&W views (Arizona, New Mexico)

Note: I wrote a story about a bit of the trip and specifically one morning on a First Nations “reserve” with a few observations while waiting for something to open (note to self: post that up sometime) and read some of it in a Postcard from Gravelly Beach podcast too as well as a tribute to him in another.

Mementos: Barbers, various (vol. 2, international)

a pre-haircut pose in a Jamaican shop – Jamaica might have the best all-around barbers of any country. PS photo taken with analog Lomo sardine can camera

While i started enjoying haircuts when i found a barber shop which also offered libations, good tunes, pinball and the like, since “the illness” I made a list of things I can do which involves sitting down, but gets me out of the house, and leaves me with a feeling of satisfaction.

These include: making scrapbooks, seeing matinée movies, sitting in parks under a tree, getting my beard professionally trimmed (rather than chopping at it myself) plus trim up the haircut,… as well as pedicures documented elsewhere.

While rambling, i like to seek out the hole-in-the-wall, no fuss, traditional barbers and enjoy a leisurely visit. Its hit or miss sometimes but ya know, hair grows back right? Sometimes, not always, i grab a snap with the barber or the shop or me before and after… sometimes i don’t so you won’t see those.

Oh sometimes i recall names and/or locations, this is not meant to be comprehensive, just amusing and vaguely documentary. This assortment features barbers in international locations (meaning *not* Canada and USA), moreorless (pending).

action shot at another barber in Jamaica
getting a “gentleman’s mullet” tuned up in La Paz, Mexico
a fun experience in Phitsanulok Thailand in a wildly “decorated” barber shop which included straight-razor trim

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Eyes Towards Europe – Postcard #73

Eyes Towards Europe – Postcard #73
Eyes Towards Europe – Postcard #73

On a forgotten forest walk, Dave riffs a story about first trip to Europe – starting with trying not to puke over an Amsterdam bridge after a meeting new temporary coffee shop pals – with flashback to Mexican desert trips with Grandpa, LSD trips with VW bus-fixing pals, and family Grateful Dead road trip to in Arizona.

Foreshadows future stories of an rapid exit from London to Florida then a (rather dangerous) driveway car to Dallas, bus to SLC, flight to Vancouver, then to Japan…

Stuff your rucksack for: Eyes Towards Europe – Postcard #73 (54MB, 37:18, mp3, stereo)

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Post’d: Bring it all together with a cappuccino + desk full of stationery

Tip 3 for beating the blues: cappuccino and a desk full of stationery and postcards, Sending treats to friends and strangers hoping it will transmit a virtual hug, via Airmail.

Today’s batch includes Latvia, Singapore, Olympia, Logan, Mexico and who knows where else… Oh and also Provo, Norman (place not person), Coquitlam, Kelowna…

How are you feeling? Do you need a treat? If so, fill out the “postal club” form.

whilst sailing across the Gulf of Mexico and uploaded with wi-fi from an oil rig…

New Choogle podcast edited by Cap’n Pat whilst sailing across the Gulf of Mexico and uploaded with wi-fi from an oil rig 

Post-apocalyptic Skunks and Fevers – Postcard #54

Post-apocalyptic Skunks and Fevers

From a skunk-scented perch along Mosquito Creek, Dave spiels about feverish dreams in a Mexican clinic, personal archeology, mirages about the Wonder Hotel, and reads verse about late trains, dammed rivers, watching ships, and men in white coats walking past.

Take your vitamins for: Post-apocalyptic Skunks and Fevers – Postcard #54 (128k mp3, 16:35, 15MB)

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