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Saturday, July 27, 2013
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Blue-Collar Bodhisattva of the Month: Joe Rogan!

Rogan is a master of geek machismo. He is an unapologetic bro and addresses his podcast listeners as “you dirty bitches”. He refers to violent historical figures as “totally gangster”. Yet, he quotes Terrance McKenna as easily as he quotes Anderson Silva's UFC stats, and is probably the nations most high profile advocate for the psychedelic experience.
From each of his weekly podcast guests, he extracts knowledge– not just a talking head interview, but digging deep and grokking their experiences and stories. He attacks learning with the same spirit that he pursues physical fitness- with focus, but with a playful attitude and an open mind. He is one part Timothy Leary and one part Jesse Ventura.
Later this month, Rogan launches a new TV series on the SyFy Network called “Joe Rogan Questions Everything”, in which he will dig into some of the old pseudo-science standbys like UFOs, Bigfoot and Conspiracy Theories. It is my hope that his inclusion of fellow comics and a healthy does of altered reality will allow this series to transcend other tinfoil-hat TV shows. I'm not sure basic cable producers are ready to let Rogan go as far down the rabbit hole as he does on his podcast, but it should be fun none-the-less.
So here's to you, Joe Rogan! Our first Blue-Collar Bodhisattva of the Month!
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
It's that time of the year- Dumpster-Diver Gardening!!
from ObMag#1...

We began dumpster-diver gardening sometime in the early 90's, when we came across a vendor at the Brooklyn Terminal Market tossing flats of slightly wilted bedding plants into the trash. Neither Wildgirl nor I were strangers to dumpster diving (a proud trash-picking tradition that is now fashionably know as "Freeganism"), and W.G. immediately hatched a plan for me to distract the shop owner by buying a bag of peat moss while she filled the trunk of her '74 Valiant with rescued greenery. "It wasn't so much about wanting the plants," she recalls- "It was about the waste. It was about the disposable society."
Fast-forward 10 years. We no longer live in New York. We have a small organic farm, and grow a lot of our own stuff. On a blistering July afternoon in Coralville, Iowa, I noticed one of the seasonal garden centers set up in a grocery store parking lot was breaking down for the season and again, they were dumpster-izing flat after flat of sad, leggy, brown and bolting tomato plants, squash, peppers, herbs, and flowers. A lot of the higher-priced organic and heirloom stuff was left behind. I took as much as the old Subaru GL would hold. What I have discovered in the last few years that throughout the Midwest (indeed, much of the country), is that huge numbers of plants get dumped, given away or sold for next to nothing sometime in the last part of June to first week of July. If timed properly, a pickup truck can be filled with blueberry bushes, roses, prairie plants, perennials, and lots and lots of vegetable plants for less than twenty bucks- often for nothing more than the price of gas. If you are a non-driver and really hard-core, you can do it with a cargo bike, shopping cart, hand truck, wheelbarrow or travois. The keys to success are timing, speed, and a modicum of stealth. Despite the fact that the stuff is being jettisoned, employees, particularly middle managers, can tend to flex-out on people who want their trash. In most cases, though, if you time your arrival properly, the peons who got exiled to the sweltering parking lot to haul the stuff to the dumpster are more than happy to have you lighten their load.

We began dumpster-diver gardening sometime in the early 90's, when we came across a vendor at the Brooklyn Terminal Market tossing flats of slightly wilted bedding plants into the trash. Neither Wildgirl nor I were strangers to dumpster diving (a proud trash-picking tradition that is now fashionably know as "Freeganism"), and W.G. immediately hatched a plan for me to distract the shop owner by buying a bag of peat moss while she filled the trunk of her '74 Valiant with rescued greenery. "It wasn't so much about wanting the plants," she recalls- "It was about the waste. It was about the disposable society."
Fast-forward 10 years. We no longer live in New York. We have a small organic farm, and grow a lot of our own stuff. On a blistering July afternoon in Coralville, Iowa, I noticed one of the seasonal garden centers set up in a grocery store parking lot was breaking down for the season and again, they were dumpster-izing flat after flat of sad, leggy, brown and bolting tomato plants, squash, peppers, herbs, and flowers. A lot of the higher-priced organic and heirloom stuff was left behind. I took as much as the old Subaru GL would hold. What I have discovered in the last few years that throughout the Midwest (indeed, much of the country), is that huge numbers of plants get dumped, given away or sold for next to nothing sometime in the last part of June to first week of July. If timed properly, a pickup truck can be filled with blueberry bushes, roses, prairie plants, perennials, and lots and lots of vegetable plants for less than twenty bucks- often for nothing more than the price of gas. If you are a non-driver and really hard-core, you can do it with a cargo bike, shopping cart, hand truck, wheelbarrow or travois. The keys to success are timing, speed, and a modicum of stealth. Despite the fact that the stuff is being jettisoned, employees, particularly middle managers, can tend to flex-out on people who want their trash. In most cases, though, if you time your arrival properly, the peons who got exiled to the sweltering parking lot to haul the stuff to the dumpster are more than happy to have you lighten their load.
Monday, May 27, 2013
The Only Blue Suit that Matters

Style
is a product of it's era. Through most of history, fashion has been a
luxury of the well-to-do, and styles have reflected the morals and
values of the wealthiest in a society. Working class “finery”
has generally consisted of cheap knockoffs or homespun imitations of
the styles of the wealthy. In the 20th and early 21st
century however, the style has come up from the street, and no look
has been more consistently revisited than the blue suit.
I
speak not of the definitive navy blue wool business suit, that
timeless uniform of the bourgeois, but of the blue denim suit- jeans
and denim jacket. The “denim sandwich” or “Canadian tuxedo”
has been alternately loved and reviled by fashionistas and worn
unapologetically by cowboys, bikers, iron workers, farmers, punks,
metal heads and hillbillies for generations. Countless designers have
tried (and universally failed miserably) to improve on it- acid
washed, studded, cropped, tailored, distressed, dyed- yet nothing and
no one has managed to change the basic rule- only the traditional cut
and color will do, and only the wearer can make the blue suit cool.
For
those of us who grew up in the 60's and 70's, the blue suit is
something we have never been without. For much of our lives, the
uniform of the day has been the same timeless combination. Sometimes
it has been a statement, but in general, it's just what you wear- a
habit of sorts. Riding your Stingray at 12, delivering pizzas at 18,
playing in a punk band at 20, hanging drywall (or going to your
copy-editing job) at 30- it's always been there.You've slept in it,
then gone to work in it the next day. It kept your skin on when you
laid down your bike. Who fucking cares if it's “in”? Fashion
websites run articles with titles like “How to rock a denim jacket”
and “How to wear a jeans jacket without looking like a douchebag”.
All of them state that rule #1 is to not wear a denim jacket with
jeans. I say, rule #1 is, if you ARE a douchebag, you will look
like one in a jeans jacket.
For
fans of various musical genres, though, the blue suit is nothing
short of iconic. Lately it's the favorite of rappers and country
singers. It seems that the rappers generally know enough to stick
with dark blue and opt for the high dollar Levi's jacket. The country
singers (and American idol rejects) almost universally fall for the
1980's Jersey girl/Bon Jovi/Brighton Beach Russian housewife
designer-faded shit.
For
metal heads and punks, it has always been the warm-weather
alternative to leather- or the jacket you wore while saving up for a
biker jacket. If you see a photo of one of the Ramones not wearing a
biker jacket, they are probably in a denim jacket.
The
most important thing about choosing a blue suit nowadays is finding
items made in the USA. Levi's moved production overseas in the 90's
but they are currently advertising “Hand Made in the USA” jackets
and jeans. However, the price tag is an astronomical 210 bucks for a
jacket and 190 for a pair of 505s. Other US companies sell made in
the USA jackets and jeans in the $50-$75 range- Carhartt, Pointer,
All-American clothing and others.
The
history of denim is the history of America, and there is still
nothing so quintessentially American as blue jeans. Many a pair of
Levi's has been bartered away by broke Americans traveling abroad. As
America's star rapidly falls and the value of the dollar drops, the
blue suit is becoming once again as relevant for it's utilitarianism
as it's style. The stream of “Oakies” that brought the denim
“look” to California in the 30's did so not as a fashion
statement, but because it was the only suit of clothes that could
hold up to their circumstances. It is not hard t imagine that in the
new age of “austerity” that the blue suit may once again take
it's place as the “uniform of the day”.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
A Radical Anthropologist Finds Himself in Academic 'Exile'
From the Chronicle of Higher Education...
"Who's afraid of David Graeber? Not the dozens of D.C.-area residents who showed up on a recent night at the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial Library to hear the anthropologist and radical activist talk about his new book, The Democracy Project: A History, a Crisis, a Movement (Spiegel & Grau). Aimed at the mainstream, the book discusses Mr. Graeber's involvement in the Occupy Wall Street movement and the idea that principles drawn from anarchist theory—a wholesale rejection of current electoral politics, for starters, in favor of groups operating on the basis of consensus—offer an alternative to our present polity, which he calls "organized bribery" (or "mafia capitalism")."
David Graeber is putting out some great ideas, and apparently he is being punished for it. Welcome to the American Dream, Dave!!
"Who's afraid of David Graeber? Not the dozens of D.C.-area residents who showed up on a recent night at the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial Library to hear the anthropologist and radical activist talk about his new book, The Democracy Project: A History, a Crisis, a Movement (Spiegel & Grau). Aimed at the mainstream, the book discusses Mr. Graeber's involvement in the Occupy Wall Street movement and the idea that principles drawn from anarchist theory—a wholesale rejection of current electoral politics, for starters, in favor of groups operating on the basis of consensus—offer an alternative to our present polity, which he calls "organized bribery" (or "mafia capitalism")."
David Graeber is putting out some great ideas, and apparently he is being punished for it. Welcome to the American Dream, Dave!!
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