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Stubborn Kind of fellow - Marvin Gaye



Furthermore:
"I'm got to find that girl if I have to hitchhike around the world…"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tv6c0012pVQ

New iMac!

I've been struggling with my 9-year-old MacPro for months. Continually hanging up, getting the spinning globe in Mail, Chrome, Photoshop, etc. Rick tried just about everything, but we just couldn't figure it out. Finally, rather than wait around for the new MacPro, we decided to go with this machine. Oh man, what a delight! Such elegant design, wireless keyboard and mouse, sparkling monitor. Rick's got it rolling, now tuning up before he takes off for Hawaii.
Just today started working on my book on the '60s (which is looking more and more like a book) on it.

27-inch iMac with Retina 5K display
With the following configuration:
• 3.4GHz quad-core 7th-generation Intel Core i5, Turbo Boost up to 3.8GHz
• 8GB 2400MHz DDR4
• 512GB SSD • Radeon Pro 570 with 4GB video memory
• Magic Mouse 2
• Magic Keyboard with Numeric Keypad - US English

Mercedes SLX 350

Smallest 'cedes I've ever seen. 

Ship in Bottle in Scottish Museum

This was in the Mallaig Heritage Center, a charming small museum in Mallaig, on the west coast of Scotland.

Jay Nelson's Latest Nomadic Home

Built on a Subaru Brat. Jay got the idea of the tiny wood-burning stove from Bruno Atkey.
http://www.jaynelsonart.com/

She's pissed!

Dust My Broom - Elmore James

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKo80b-QfK0

Bride of Frankenstein

What a masterpiece! Funny, going back, looking at films years later, my perceptions are so different. This time it knocked me out. The lighting, the gorgeous black and white photography, the acting, the miniature people in the jars, Elsa Lancaster's electrifying performance at the end (she said she studied the swans in Regents Park, who were "…very nasty creatures, always hissing at you…" for the role).
Directed by James Whale.
You could do a 3-part series: Frankenstein, Bride of Frankenstein, and Young Frankenstein, all masterpieces.

Documentary film of the Romani People -- Latcho Drom - Taraf de Haidouks


The full movie: https://youtu.be/DTuXveZStUo

From Wikipedia: "Latcho Drom ("safe journey") is a 1993 French documentary film directed and written by Tony Gatlif. The movie is about the Romani people's journey from north-west India to Spain, consisting primarily of music. The film was screened in the Un Certain Regard section at the 1993 Cannes Film Festival."
"The use of music in the film is highly important. Despite the fact that Latcho Drom is a documentary, there are no interviews and none of the dialogue is captioned. Very few of the lyrics are captioned and the whole film relies heavily on the tone of music to portray emotions and the history of the Romani. Music is included from the Romanian Romani group Taraf de Haïdouks, La Caita (Spain), Tchavolo Schmitt and many others."

Drone Footage Jack O'Neill Paddleout

Africa - Angel City Chorale

A bunch of the You Tube songs I've posted in the last week or so are from Godfrey Stephens.

Jack O'Neill, 1923-2017

Photo by Dave McGuire: Martinis at Jack O'Neill's cliffside home in Santa Cruz in 2013. L-R, Betty Van Dyke, Richard Novak, Jack, Lloyd

I graduated from high school in San Francisco in 1952. I had to make up some grades in order to get admitted to Stanford, so I took some morning classes at a private high school and worked as an office boy at an insurance company in the afternoons. Each day I had a couple of hours off, so I started going to the beach.

Kelly's Cove is the beach right next to the Cliff House at Ocean Beach, and I met a bunch of guys who were starting to bodysurf there. Cliff Kamaka, a Hawaiian who was a lifeguard at the nearby Fleishacker Pool* had taught the boys the art of bodysurfing. Charley Grimm, Rod Lundquist, John Stonum, Jim Fisher, Bill Hickey -- and Jack O'Neill -- were some of the gang.

The water averaged in the low '50s, so you had to really be motivated to endure the cold. They'd build a big fire on the beach to warm up after getting out of the water, and had constructed driftwood windbreaks that you could get inside to lay in the sun.

Jack was working for a company that sold firefighting equipment. He and his wife Marge and their 6 kids lived in an apartment on Sloat Blvd., across from the zoo, a few blocks from the beach. His first attempt at staying warm was a "dry suit," as used by divers. It was thin rubber. Jack bought one He showed it to me and he was wearing long woolen underwear underneath it. Where it might have worked for diving in calm water, it didn't work at all in the turbulent ocean. Water would come in at the sleeves, legs, and neck.

Jack didn't invent the wetsuit. According to Wikipedia, "Hugh Bradner, a University of California, Berkeley physicist invented the modern wetsuit in 1952…" The US Navy then developed wetsuits for their divers and the first ones were being sold in stores. The wetsuit was neoprene and allowed the water to get next to your body, but kept it warm. Before they started lining them with nylon (maybe Jack's invention), they were difficult to get on, so we had to coat our skin with corn starch so they would slide on.

I may be the only person in the world who knows this, but one day Jack went to Roos Brothers, the big department store on Market at Powell in San Francisco, and bought a wetsuit in their sporting goods department. He took it home, took the measurements off it, and returned it the next day. Voilá, he had the pattern for his first wetsuit. I know this because I stopped by to see him the day he brought it home. Like Henry Ford didn't invent the automobile, but perfected it and made it available to millions, so it was with Jack and wetsuits.

I'm A Rocker - The Raspberries (1973)

I don't know why the Raspberries never made it big. This one sort of reminds of "Hot Legs" by Rod Stewart. Ultimate rock & roll!
 

Total Solar Eclipses, 2017 and 1991

It's happening on August 21st. I'm heading up to Oregon, with stop-offs at Stewart Mineral Springs near Lake Shasta (also, looking forward to seeing Shasta full for the 1st time in years), then to see legendary bodybuilder and good friend Bill Pearl and his wife Judy in Medford/Ashland area, then to Umpqua hot springs, then somewhere in totality zone for the big event.

Here's link to where it will be visible in the US:
http://earthsky.org/astronomy-essentials/total-eclipse-of-sun-august-21-2017

I witnessed a total eclipse in Baja in July, 1991, and it was (sorry for the hackneyed phrase, but…) awesome. Never to be forgotten.

My friend Chilón alerted me to it a year before, and I reserved a hotel room in San José del Cabo ($25 pr night). The morning of the eclipse I got up at 6AM, caught the 1st bus into Cabo San Lucas, rented a Honda motorcycle, and drove up the Pacific side towards Todos Santos, took a dirt road out to Playa Margarita, which turned out to be a spectacular miles-long sandy beach. As it was early, I went bodysurfing; there was abundant fool's gold on the sand and as I swam (no goggles, but water was clear), flecks of gold swirled around me. What a planet!
It turned out there were 6 other people on the beach:
From left: two hair dressers from Denver, Craig and Frank; and 4 young Mexicans from Monterrey: Enrique (in foreground), Marta, Arturo and Juan. Craig and Frank had weed, the kids had a bottle of tequila, and it coalesced into a party.
The boys had eclipse glasses so we took turns watching the moon gradually blot out the sun. The sky turned blue-dark and everything was bathed in a light I'd never seen before. Incrediblé!
We finished the bottle, and then, after 2-3 hours together, our eclipse family took off in different directions, never to see each other again. I swam some more, then returned the motorcycle, went back to San José and had dinner at Le Baguette, a lovely French restaurant in this desert town. I'd call that a perfect day.

The Lost Files

I was looking through one of my many filing cabinets (which contain old school file folders containing papers and photos) the other day and discovered about 15 folders on a book I started to write in the late '70s. It was going to be called Home Work* and was about my building experiences, starting with my first building (studio with a "living roof" in 1962), then building homes over the next 17-18 years. I took them out of the filing cabinet and put them in this box:
Back then, I felt that I could offer guidance to novice builders, based on the fact that I started building from scratch. No carpentry training or previous construction experience.

I'd made a lot of mistakes that I could warn first-time builders about, and I had ideas for simple homes based on practicality and economy-- and ones that felt good.

I wanted to encourage people to use their own hands to build their own homes. I'd done it, and never had a bank mortgage or paid rent.

The project got interrupted by my publishing Stretching by Bob Anderson in 1980 and then 20 years of publishing fitness books. Karma, I guess.

Woman Power As Seen in Times Square


IBM Selectric Composer Font

I came across this the other day when cleaning out old files. It's a font from an IBM Selectric Composer, a $9,000 souped-up IBM Selectric typewriter, which was used for typesetting in the '60s and '70s. It was the step in between linotype (hot lead) and the Macintosh. There was a different ball for each typeface, and when you wanted to switch from roman (plain) type to italic, you changed the font. The Composer was used by Stewart Brand for the Whole Earth Catalog and then by us for Shelter and our subsequent books up until the early 90s, when we switched to the MacIntosh.

Popiver somniferum seed pod before opening. #papaveraceae #poppyseeds #opiumpoppy

Looking (Way) Back

Working on a book on the '60s now. Looking back at my photos from then (and before) is like opening boxes of memories, or viewing grainy old movies. Fun! This is me in 1952 at age 17 at Lowell High School, which was in the Haight-Ashbury district. 

Blue Whale Lunge Feeding


A drone was used to capture a blue whale swimming in Monterey Bay. Unique shots of whale taking mouthfuls of water.
Check out the photographer: https://www.slatermoore.photography

Scaramouche


Fabulous 1923 silent movie with Ramon Navarro and Alice Terry on TCM tonight, stunning B&W. Who needs color? Who needs words?

Letter From a Prisoner

A letter like this makes it all seem worthwhile. This is from a prisoner at a multi-security prison in New Hampshire. We sent him 3 building books. (We have a long-standing policy of sending free books to any inmates that request them.)

I apologize for the delay in responding to your last letter. It's just that you left me in a state of shock, so all I can say is: THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!

It is easy to become dehumanized in this place. After a while we all buy into the rhetoric about how useless we are, So when someone comes along and does something that reminds us that we are still human and worth something (if only in the hearts of a few), it can be disorienting.

Thank you for disorienting me!

I have finished with all three books, and they have now been donated to our library. I have an entire composition book full of notes and designs based on these books.With the present status of my case, I have no idea when I am getting out. However, when I do get out, I will have a plan, and your books will have been a significant contributor to that plan. Who knows, maybe I'll build something that will eventually appear in one of your future books.

Anyway thank you! Not only for helping me, but for creating a ray of hope for others in this place.

Shalom aleichem,

JZ

Local fishing boats tonight

Godfrey Stephens' New Sculpture

Godfrey just sent this photo. After 2 day's work. What a fucking genius! He's getting better.

His combination of Kwakwaka'wakw training and artistic sensibilities from the depths of his soul produce powerful art. He's in Builders of the Pacific Coast and throughout this blog and has been in my life for over 50 years.

He's more of an artist—wild, productive, joyous—than the world-famous rich artists out there getting all the attention. He's a Picasso under the radar.

http://www.godfreysart.com/

Camping Out, Circa 1918

From Minor Wilson in today's mail

Friday Morning Fish Fry

Every once in a while, S.F. Chronicle columnist Herb Cain would put together a column of bits and pieces, so-called 3-dot journalism,  and he would call it "Friday Morning Fish Fry." I'm still unscrambling things from my month on the road, so here's an interim bunch of disconnected facts:
It's an iPhone world I live in a small-town. Most days I only see a few people. Spending weeks in the cities among 1000s of people, it struck me how everyone is connected via smartphones. I'm not into that level of communication, so the extent of phone calling, texting, googling, is um, awesome. It's the way the world is out there -- yow!
AirBnB I guess I really don't get out much in the world. What I didn't realize re AirBnB is that many of these are rooms in homes where it's like you have a roommate. Shared bathroom, kitchen, living room. My 2 AirBnB experiences were very good, but I think I lucked out. A lot of those rooms on the website look pretty grim.
Dylan fans The Bootleg Series, Volume 12, a 6-CD set is a whole new level. Shows how the '65-'66 songs were constructed. They'd do 14 takes. Listening to disc 6 today lifted me out of my weeks-old funk. Oh mama, can this really be the end…
Skateboarding Yesterday I thought: realistically, at age 82, I can't afford any more accidents. This shoulder operation wasn't due to skating, but the other shoulder and the broken arm were. Plus they're have been a lot of close calls. I'm thinking of hanging it up, or at least drastically cutting down the frequency. Is that mature or what?
My book on the '60s I'm fiddling with it, to see if it seems a go. Scanning some of my photos from the '60s is like stepping back in time. I've never seen (i.e. printed) many of these.

At left, The Lovin' Spoonful, John Sebastian on right, at Cafe Wha' in NYC, Fall, 1965, shot during my month-long hitchhiking trip across the country

I've got a different take on what went on then, as opposed to the frenzy of "Summer of Love" TV shows, articles, museum exhibits.

Oregon joins states where roadkill can be harvested for food

http://www.660news.com/2017/06/21/roadkill-its-whats-for-dinner-under-new-oregon-law/
From Anonymous

Free Brand New Car

When I was on the road, I heard Warren Buffet say this on TV (I'm starting to unscramble notes from my trip):

When I was sixteen, I had just two things on my mind - girls and cars. I wasn't very good with girls. So I thought about cars. I thought about girls, too, but I had more luck with cars.

Let's say that when I turned sixteen, a genie had appeared to me. And that genie said, 'Warren, I'm going to give you the car of your choice. It'll be here tomorrow morning with a big bow tied on it. Brand-new. And it's all yours.'

Having heard all the genie stories, I would say, 'What's the catch?' And the genie would answer, 'There's only one catch. This is the last car you're ever going to get in your life. So it's got to last a lifetime.' If that had happened, I would have picked out that car.

But, can you imagine, knowing it had to last a lifetime, what I would do with it? I would read the manual about five times. I would always keep it garaged. If there was the least little dent or scratch, I'd have it fixed right away because I wouldn't want it rusting. I would baby that car, because it would have to last a lifetime.

That's exactly the position you are in concerning your mind and body. You only get one mind and one body. And it's got to last a lifetime. Now, it's very easy to let them ride for many years. But if you don't take care of that mind and that body, they'll be a wreck forty years later, just life the car would be. It's what you do right now, today, that determines how your mind and body will operate ten, twenty, and thirty years from now.
http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/587506-when-i-was-sixteen-i-had-just-two-things-on

Bella Coola Gnar Segment (from INTO THE MIND)


From Godfrey Stephens. I'm pretty sure I posted this before, but I saw it again last month at Godfrey's and was struck by the power of the music and imagery. The band is A Tribe Called Red, according to Wikipedia: "…a Canadian electronic music group, who blend instrumental hip hop, reggae, moombahton and dubstep-influenced dance music with elements of First Nations music, particularly vocal chanting and drumming. Based in Ottawa, Ontario, the group consists of three DJs: Ian "DJ NDN" Campeau (of the Nipissing First Nation), Tim "2oolman" Hill (Mohawk, of the Six Nations of the Grand River), and Ehren "Bear Witness" Thomas (of the Cayuga First Nation).…"

California moving to seize public beach closed off by tech billionaire

In this Feb. 10, 2014, file photo, Julie Graves, left, of Albany, Calif., and Chris Adams, second from left, of Berkeley, Calif., hold up signs in support of a beach access bill that Democratic state Sen. Jerry Hill introduced near Martin's Beach in Half Moon Bay, Calif. California's Coastal Commission is asking the public to document its use of Martin's Beach after billionaire landowner Vinod Khosla closed the only access road to it. Eric Risberg AP file
Current news on the beach:

Sorry for the screwed-up formatting here. This is what happens when you can't write code.

Sophie and Marc's Homestead of Recycled Materials in Quebec

I just got this email from Sophie and Marc, whose home is covered on pages 116-119 of Small Homes -- after we sent them 2 books:

Hey Lloyd,
thanks from my heart
I brought Small Homes to the video store in small town in Quebec.
what a hit!
Might be orders flying in from QC Cool
Wish to meet you some day.

Hugs from Val Morin

If you have the book, you can check out this lively and joyous family in this video made last year (in French, but you hardly need to know the language to get what's going on with them). 

Somebody Stole My Gal, Jim Kweskin Jug Band, early '60s



I'm over the worst of the pain, recovering from a very robust shoulder operation, listening to my first music in a week. I've been putting this operation  off for months, so good to be on the uphill side of it. There's light at the end of this long tunnel.

Going through my old B&W photos, still trying to determine if I have a cohesive book on the '60s to write. It's going to take me a week to get through the notes from my 1-month trip.              

Something Happened Here, But You Still Don't Know What It Is, Do You Mr Jones?


I hitchhiked across the USA in Fall, 1965, to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I was an insurance broker in San Francisco, and the '60s were exploding around me. I had smoked pot -- at age 28. (Think about it -- 28 years before encountering alternate universes.)

 On my way back to NYC from visiting my cousin Mike in Provincetown, I got picked up by some students from The Rhode Island School of Design. They said I could crash at their loft in Providence, Rhode Island, and they were going to a Bob Dylan concert that night, did I want to go?

$3.50 to get in and I told the cops I was a newspaper reporter, and I got to roam in front of the stage. 

Black and white Tri-X film on a Nikon. I didn't know much about Dylan. I was a Beatles and Stones fan. The first half was solo acoustic folk music. The second half was rock and roll! A lot of folkie fans walked out at intermission, but I had stumbled into the early part of Dylan's 2 years of brilliance.

I looked at the photos 40 years later. Jeez, that's Robbie Robertson! I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more…

What is this? Holy shit!

 I've just been looking at these photos, after they've been 42 years in the archives.

I came back to San Francisco and quit my job and went to work as a carpenter -- 1965.

All this to preface:

1. I'm recuperating from almost a month on the road.

2. I'm working on a book of the '60s, from my own point of view. I'm a native San Franciscan, went to high school in Haight Ashbury district, was 10 years older than the movers and shakers of the cultural revolution. I had a quite different experience in the '60s than I see talked about in the media regarding the -- ugh -- Summer of Love. I'm still in the stages of seeing if the book is going to work. 

3. Getting shoulder operated on tomorrow. Long recovery period.

A new octave coming up.

See ya when I can see see ya…

The brilliance of #chickens. Amongst other skills, they eat every grain of leftover rice, every apple peel, every bit of spoiled cheese -- and volia -- they it all turn into eggs (and meat).

#nyc


Home in Cabbagetown, Toronto


 I was told (to my surprise) that the bricks in all these handsome buildings are a facade, i.e. the external cladding of wood frame houses. Coulda fooled me.

Goin Home…

I've been on the road for 26 days now. 6 flights, 5 hotels, 2 airbnb's, 2 radio interviews, one TV interview, 3 sleepovers at friends' houses (including Bruno's boat); taxis, Supershuttle, subway and bus rides, miles and miles of walking, all for the sake of 8 bookstore presentations for Small Homes.

The good part is that it's good to get out and meet people, to get outside the California bubble, and hopefully to promote sales of the new book. The down side is so much time away from home. I'm homesick.

Following is all pretty obvious to seasoned travelers. (I'm just killing time at the airport here.)

Giant Graffiti Bushwick Brooklyn


That's a real live kid standing on the sidewalk (where the painting continues).

The Art of Gabrielle Garland

I finally met Gabrielle Garland, whose whimsical paintings of homes I've admired since discovering them a year ago. Here are a couple on the wall of her studio/home in Brooklyn. For 100s of her paintings and drawings, see:

A Plethora of Media

I’m in kind of a communications muddle right now.
Background:
• Worked on high school newspaper 1952
• Ran US Air Force base newspaper in Germany 1958-60
• Shelter editor of Whole Earth Catalog 1969-73
• Published Domebook One in 1970, Domebook 2 in 1971
• Published Shelter in 1973
• 1973-present day, published series of various books, mostly on building and fitness
• Interspersed between: a series of magazine articles, pamphlets, brochures, flyers, posters, hand-crafted, hand-lettered scrapbooks (print runs of two (2), panoramic photo collages, a few videos, and stretching software (StretchWare). All extracurricular.
•Started a blog in 2010. Why not? I gave it a whirl and liked it. (Thanks, Eszter!) Some 5,000 posts later, I realized it was taking a lot of time, and no income. I backed off and so did my readers (see graph):

•At that point I started with Instagram. Photo-oriented, whereas my blog was word-oriented. I liked being able to record something (iPhone photo) and get it up there right away. I liked the age group using it. All my Instagram posts automatically go up on my Twitter account and blog, but it’s not a great solution. The formats don’t transfer very well. Hmmm… So here I am.

Well, OK!

#washingtonsquarepark thronged with people enjoying sun, music, good vibes...


#washingtonsquarepark sunny skies late Friday afternoon after light rain


Grilled chicken #Vietnamese #sandwich at Saigon Kitchen, 114 McDougal St., 2 blocks south of #washingtonsquarepark $7.00. Cash only (gladly!). Great food.

Poster for "Goth Postpunk Deathrock Event" at Mercury Lounge NYC June 10th

Battle of the Telephoto Lenses


Alexander from Russia shooting pic of dog sculptures with cameras at Greenwich and W. 9th St.

Bookstore appearance


I'm doing a presentation on our new book SMALL HOMES at Spoonbill and Sugartown bookstore in Brooklyn Thursday June 1st, 7 PM, 99 Montrose Ave., Bushwick  

World Trade Center from Washington Square


There are good architects here and there in this world…

Doo Wah Diddy

Never fails/checked in to my little hotel in G. Village, stressed out from Byzantine check points at Toronto airport, slept an hour, hit streets. Man! It's like plugging into another planet with double the chi flow. Ate at Chinese noodle shop, ended up talking to (and sharing dishes) with people sitting next to me AND it turns out one of them is Nancy Bass Wyden, proprietor (and descendent of founders) of none other than the.venerable Strand bookshop, the 5-story ages-old NYC landmark; we exchanged cards.
Then out into the streets to Washington Square, then random street walking, talked to this guy delivering food for Caviar (Elmer). Then to McDougal St., Cafe Dante now slick, but Cafe Reggio is same dark soulful noisy Renaissance good-vibes place it was when I first came to NYC in 1957 (and rented a room on Morton St. for $60 a week while working the night shift at the Durkee shredded coconut factory in Queens, waiting to take a ship to Europe for a 3-month motor scooter (Lambretta)/youth hostel tour of Europe.
I love it here, the city so energetically inspiring.