https://youtube.com/watch?v=eIOsL8tumMU
“Danny MacAskill hits the streets of San Francisco and while the title may suggest some sort of adversarial relationship, Danny glides through the hilly terrain with a familiarity and effortless grace that would lead you to believe he’s lived there all his life. Launching off sidewalks and balancing along rails, he moves with uncanny precision. Danny also talks a little bit about his methodology when it comes to identifying and perfecting new tricks. So sit back and let the maestro of urban trials do his thing.”
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Sent us by Gary Gunder
El Camino by Elizabeth Cook: https://grooveshark.com/#!/search?q=elizabeth+cook
Just unearthed this exquisite little cup with dragon motif, and this is my first cup of espresso in it. The cup would give Lovejoy a flutter. Got my crema working after all these years. Malabar Gold green beans (from: https://coffeeproject.com/), roasted weekly or so.
It may have occurred to readers of my post on backpacking that I was on federal parkland, and I didn’t say anything about getting camping permits. Here’s my attitude and policy about the National Park Service, its regulations, its stewardship, and its rangers:
I have never got a permit for camping in the national park and I have never camped in one of the designated park camping sites, which are scorched-earth and military looking. I and my natural-world-loving friends camp in places that are not visible to hikers or rangers, and we are immaculate about camp sites, leaving everything as originally found.
A couple of years ago, scoping out the territory for this hike, I was talking to a ranger in the North Beach parking lot; he was in his SUV, I was in my Tacoma, and we were parked driver side-to-driver side, windows rolled down. He was the best type ranger—one who has the job because of a love of plants and animals and seashore and mountains. We were on the same page, so I told him about my forthcoming trip circumambulating the park, and then I said, “And I’m not getting any stinking permits.” He looked at me for a minute, then put his hand over the park service badge on his sleeve, and said, “You didn’t hear this from me, but you’ll be fine as long as you stay far from where a ranger can drive a vehicle.”
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He was so intent on the quail scurrying around in the underbrush (where he couldn’t get at them), that he let me get pretty close.
This came on the ’50s Sirius radio station just now and I was sure it was Fats Domino. it’s Joe Barry in 1961 doing a cover of the Les Paul and Mary Ford song from 1954. And sure enough, Fats recorded it in 1964.
Wikipedia describes Joe Barry: “Joe Barry (Joseph Barrios…Cut Off, Louisiana…1939-2004) was an American swamp pop singer active on the early rock and roll scene. Barry started recording locally in 1958, and…in 1961…released…”I’m a Fool to Care”…It hit #15 on the U.S. Black Singles chart and #24 on the Billboard Hot 100…and sold over one million records by 1968, earning a belated gold disc.…”
I love the way Joe pronounces “care.” What a fine bit of singing!
Click below for the 3 songs:
–Joe Barry, 1961
–Fats Domino, 1964
–Les Paul and Mary Ford, 1954
Late August coming into San Francisco early in the morning. I sometimes take first-time visitors to the city on this route. It feel like you’re dropping off the edge of a cliff. That’s my truck hood in the foreground. (This is one of the streets parallel with Union.)
