I can’t think of any situation in which I’d want to be the subject of a lcaol reddit thread, except if . . . no, I can’t. There was one today and I will not look. Guaranteed I’m called a Boomer somewhere. The shame, it pierces to the pith. And I'm sure my skill as a writer and critical thinker is called into grave doubt.
It concerns, of course, the GCOF, or Great Cluck O’Fustering.
Just remembered something - Friday, hours before the GCOF, I was sitting outside, enjoying the beautiful day. Cloudless sky, brilliant blue, soft sun. Everything we wait for, everything we love about spring. I was listening to the bells in the City Hall clock tower, and realized they were playing “I Can See Clearly Now.”
That’s apt. Next up: “Here Comes the Sun.” There was another one after that references blue skies and gentle weather, can’t remember what, but I thought: I get it! Tailored playlist for a beautiful day. There isn’t some pre-recorded concert programmed months ago by someone who lives in Tampa and does downloadable carillon recitals. A guy came to the City Hall with a list of songs to celebrate the weather.
Heck, it’s only two blocks away - I should go there and tell him I get it! I get the theme!
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah played as I walked to City Hall.
When I walked in, there he was, sitting at the tiny keyboard. And I do mean tiny:
I was wearing my blue glasses, too. For a fine blue day.
That was Friday, before. A fine memory.
That’s the Minneapolis I like. That will always be the one I remember. And I’ll remember Dinkytown before the mob moved in with guns:
As you’ll note from the video - which was shot a block from what used to be the Valli many years ago - two of the miscreants were running with their phone light shining, possibly live-streaming it.
I'm trying to imagine the guy who ordered the St. Valentine's Day Massacre hiring a fellow to set up the sticks and get a movie camera and record the whole thing. Make sure you show all the boys who are there, I don't want no one to feel left out. Or some sociopath eager to let out some pent-up ballistic enthusiasm telling a friend to bring his Instamatic, and make sure he has flash cubes. And make sure they have all four sides fresh, don't want to run out after three pictures. When I start shooting, make sure you advance the film fast so you don't miss anything.
It's vile and inexcusable. From what I’ve gleaned on Twitter, there were a lot of miscreants about, in cars, honking horns late at night. Just because, I guess.
In response to the incident, police moved a portable light to the block where the gunfire took place to act as a deterrent.
And peace descended upon the land for a hundred years.
It’s 1968.
These are from Esquire, which was having one hell of a run.
When you need to drink on the boat, but don’t want to mess with mixing.
“Prevent Scurvy.” As good an excuse as any!
Art by Hoffman, who didn't always get to sign his work.
“A super-size group that sums up our war on conformity.”
Yes, up against the wall, black sock paradigm. Forward-thinking with-it men are wearing colored socks now, and if someone thinks that means they’re against the war in Vietnam, let ‘em think it!
Note: our massage shoes do not actually massage in the electrified vibrating device sense.
The great Jack Davis, of course. His “early life” section:
Davis was born December 2, 1924, in Atlanta, Georgia. As a child, he adored listening to Bob Hope on the radio and tried to draw him, despite not knowing what Hope looked like.
The shoes were made here, in Beaver Dam.
Short-sleeve dress shirts.
I wondered if the brand was still around. It’s sold online by many places, but are they knockoffs, parasites occupying a dead husk? Here's some history, presented with . . . oh, I guess they’d say “attitude” or something.
No matter how much they tried, I don’t think they ever shook the idea that you were putting the goopy waxy stuff on your head. The stuff mom used for the thermometer that went in the butt.
Even if it wasn’t that stuff, it was oil.
The new style of advertising, right here, lifted from the VW campaign: black and white, proudly sorta-ugly.
When one of your innovations is “relocated air scoops” it’s probable there’s not a lot going on here.
So I guess that whole unpleasantness in the Pacific is pretty much a distant memory now?
Discontinued in 1988, relaunched in 2005. This site says “The popularity of Jade East spawned two flankers, Jade East Golden Lime in 1966 and Jade East Coral in 1967.”
In perfumery, a flanker refers to newly created perfume that shares some attributes of an already existing perfume. These attributes may be the name, packaging or notes of the existing fragrance.
There's your word for the day.
eeeeah, I don’t know about that.
More on the item here, with its spin-offs. Or Flankers, if you wish.
Now I want a Simpsons-style cartoon set in the Mad Men era that features a cologne exec named Flankers.
