27 Replies to “O, Sweet Saint Of San Andreas”

  1. When I stand straight up and touch my toes, (knees unbent, like normal) I can after a few moments escalate the endeavor to having my palms flat on the floor, but I don’t feel the need to show this often, in any case if anyone wanted to they could see it all on my website.
    you’re welcome.

    1. I used to be able to do that and more back in the day, now I have to sit in a chair to put on my damn underwear so that I don’t fall over.

      1. hahahahaha

        I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU MEAN…………..GOLDEN YEARS ARE GREAT AREN’T THEY??

    2. I’m having my second hip replacement at the end of the month. Last one replaced in 2017. I spent the day mixing mortar and grouting my new brick walkway with a rubber float and sponges. I’m exhausted. I can kneel and squat for 8 hours … but can’t walk a block on my bad hip which is bone on bone … zero cartilage. Yeah … I take 4-200mg ibuprofen twice a day just to function.

      Hey Gavin! I actually get something done with my broken body. You sit and do yoga. What next? You gonna demonstrate the Kama sutra? What a tool.

      2. Kenji,
        I am roughly your age and have done similar patio building work, lots of chainsaw stuff, and myriad manual labour, and also did some years of hard tree planting on steep hills and various other bone crushing shite.
        While my knees are now weak and my right hip hurts like hell, and my back is bad, I still have avoided ‘replacements.’
        I simply cannot allow the butchers to ‘heal’ my woes.
        They did it to me as a young boy….long story…to fix my flat feet. Two years of misery and a lifetime of saying never again.
        As for the latter day pain? I walk it off and enjoy a dram or two of whiskey.
        Fuck the medical industrial complex, and have a nice day,

        1. I tend to share your perspective as I have managed to keep both my tonsils and my wisdom teeth … both of which are apparent $cash cows for our medical intervention-dustrial complex.

          And I put-off my first hip replacement for years … but finally listened to my rugby teammate who had his replaced … and I must say … it was the BEST thing I’ve ever done. I should have done it years earlier. My quality of life improved immeasurably. And my humble surgeon is simply the BEST. My surgery couldn’t have taken much more than an hour … and the hip is replaced by the anterior method which minimizes muscle cutting. They do it on a specialized operating table with lasers to align the hips … God Bless our high tech, high cost, medical procedures. I was literally walking the hospital halls (with aid) 4-hours after the surgery. Recovery was quick, and it was virtually painless.

          Cross my fingers that the second hip replacement goes as smoothly. But I am lucky enough to have the exact same surgeon. He already knows the size of my ball joint which will speed the operation

    1. I think he probably lives close to San Francisco so that pose would be very popular I would guess.

    2. Robert, These days it is more than easy to assume AI ahite.
      “They” want you to doubt what you see, unless it’s something they want you to believe.
      Pay attention.

  6. L – The latest Democrat fundraiser: boxes and bags of Democrat icon pretzels , available from local cannabis dealers/dispensers. All of them in that same pose! I don’t know how well they will sell, but the YouTube ads will go viral.

  12. Now I’ve moved on to one of my favorite Grateful Dead lp’s … that used to be panned by GD fans … but I believe they’ve rediscovered this gem and have more fully embraced it … as it is much more than an “accessible” Grateful Dead lp. It deserves its own revered.niche’ in the pantheon of Grateful Dead lp’s.

    And yes, … I am listening to my sublime Analogue Productions pressing of Terrapin Station an lp produced at Sound City the classic analogue recording studio in Van Nuys in the BEAUTIFUL San Fernando valley! Hahahah ha. This lp was engineered from the original Sound City analogue tapes. It sounds simply sublime … my old Spendor tri-wired SP-100’s are doing a fantastic job with every subtle note.

    https://www.discogs.com/release/3414495-Grateful-Dead-Terrapin-Station

    Those Spendor Speakers are Tri-wired with German Viablue speaker cables … Sc-6 Air cables. Yeah, they’re as thick as a garden hose but split the highs, mids, and lows from my monoblocked MC-275 tube amps. Yeah … it sounds sublime. I’m a tube man till my dying day. Yes, they sound “warmer” and more detailed than solid state IMHO. My wife puts up with my hobby … because she likes the music too. Phew! Don’t knock being compatible with your partner.

    https://viablue.de/en/cables/speaker-cables/

    Oh yeah … the point of this rambling post is to point out the Bob Weir tune … Estimated Prophet which is something of a love song to California. And in 1977 … CA was to be loved and admired. We were FREE to live, love, and express ourselves. Now … Gavin Newsom has made us into a police State. He BANNED us from lying on the beach and catching some rays. He flooded the State with illegals, drugs, criminals, and homeless. He’s bankrupted the State and increased the unfunded pensions by hundreds of billions. The roads are crumbling under our wheels and broken suspensions. And it is impossible to insure your home. He pushes his twisted ideology on every CA taxpayer. We MUST OBEY or we’re labeled “racist” “homophobe” … or gawwwwd … “settler”. Gavin says we are living on “stolen land” … taken from the Stone Age MiWoks and whatnot. Utter garbage. The Boomers here are all hateful fascists who cling to their identity politics like a child clings to a ‘comfort’ toy. This State is truly sickening. And Newsom is the very personification of this dysfunctional dystopia.

    I’m sorry Bob Weir … but the only prophet CA represents is an Old Testament prophet of doom and gloom. We have become a creepy Sodom … and we are rapidly rushing toward Gomorrah. The State is being systematically burned to the ground. I look at this State with great sadness of what we once were … even as late as 1977 … and that we are not now.

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