"We are all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing." ~ Charles Bukowski
I’ve had mild but persistent migraine headaches since my late teens. They’d usually start upon waking in the morning but end as soon as I’d get out of bed and have coffee. I used to get them throughout the day too. They’d exist as a kind of background noise when I was tired or under stress. One day in my late twenties I discovered taking an analgesic stopped the low-grade throbbing pain, but you can’t live on Motrin or Tylenol, and I learned to self-medicate with alcohol instead. It’s more social. Then over the years I started gradually having my deteriorated silver fillings replaced with crowns. As you know, dear reader, silver amalgam was a popular form of dental treatment for 150 years up until the 90’s or so. Looking back, this is when my daytime headaches began subsiding. It was in exact concurrence with the gradual removal of the amalgam. Recently I had my last silver filling drilled out and porcelain set on the molar. I’m sure there’s a slight chance it’s a coincidence but the next morning I woke up headache free for the first time in a while, and I haven’t had a morning migraine since. Looks like that girl I was seeing when I was 26 and living in Mission Beach was right. Having me open my mouth for a closer look she told me to have those silver fillings taken out and I’d feel better. I thought it was weird at the time, but I should have listened to her.
First in a series of videos on getting away from addiction
by Reviewer Rob
I’m going to be doing some “Getting Sober” videos to document ways people kick self-destructive addictions. So for the first of them I sought out Ben Johnson, the owner of the The Casbah (one of the owners) who is also the bartender there. He was a heavy drinker before, and it was wrecking his life. But then he stopped. All of a sudden. Cold turkey. Now he works the bar most every night and when he isn’t pouring he’s often performing in a bar somewhere in one of his bands. And he never touches booze. Not everyone can do that. Listen to his story.
Lisa Carver as “The Dying Mother” with Suckdog at Low Gallery in San Diego, July 2016
When Lisa Carver brought her Suckdog show to town last month I was ambivalent about attending but still probably would have gotten out to see it. Then I got (willingly) roped into driving her and her four-woman band up to L.A. the day after it so that made it required I show up. I took full advantage of the event and recorded Reviewer TV videos and shot photos of the Alternative-Popculture Star because few can argue she is anything but newsworthy. She may not be the Queen Of The Underground as some have accused her but she’s certainly the Dancing Queen.
While waiting outside Low Gallery for the doors to open (I found out later after calling Megan that the entrance was out back in the alley) I set my D5200 on one of its higher ISO setting of 6400 to shoot some photos of the neighborhood in the after-sunset streetlamp light of Barrio Logan with the Coronado Bridge in the background. Then when the show was going to start I began shooting crowd shots of the ten or so spectators that arrived to watch, keeping the settings the same. The idea was to use the camera mounted flash as little as possible so as not to distract the performers or the audience. I ended up using the flash a lot anyways but kept the speed fast. So the two pics below are a bit grainy but I fixed them and to some extent removed noise in Photoshop.
I had the camera-mounted tilt-flash on soft and in these vertical photos as in all of them I angled it towards the roof and used my cupped left hand as a block/reflector held above it to bounce some diffused light towards the subject.
I plan to begin setting up the GPS location info on my cameras because it looks like that’s been left out for some reason.
Both photos below were shot one after the other and were both vertical and full length but the one on top has been enlarged and cropped to reveal detail.
They were shot in quick succession with no adjustment and here’s the recorded image data taken from the bottom full-length photo:
Tamron SP AF 10-24mm F3.5-4.5 Di LD Aspherical IF B001N
at focal length 24mm (in 35mm: 24mm)
1/100 sec; f/4.5; ISO 6400; Manual; Pattern metering
Flash: Fired, Strobe return light not detected, Compulrsory flash firing, Flash function present, No red-eye reduction
PdX: “Portland is like, ‘We’ll try anything twice, maybe three times…'”
video by Reviewer TV
Reviewer TV documentary interview: World Naked Bike Ride 2016 Portland, Oregon, is a legally permitted form of protest allowed under the First Amendment and is a local version of the same worldwide event that takes place annually.
Two participants of the Portland version of the worldwide protest talk about why they got involved and what it means to them.
Pardon the out-of focus-nature of the video. I need to buy a proper video interview camera and not rely on this Nikon SLR which originally I thought would be an upgrade but actually a CoolPix or my Samsung 7 would be a better choice due to the center-point auto-focus features. The sound is good here tough because I had a camera-mounted shotgun mic. But yeah the image needs improvement.
Even out-of-focus the girls look good though. Love these girls.
World Naked Bike Ride PDX 2016, best friends. Click the pic to be taken to the video on Reviewer TV.
This is a teaser excerpt from a larger work to be printed in REVIEWER MAGAZINE that describes the drama behind-the-scenes and hard work of the Northern California marijuana growing industry, where the scene is perfect and the living is clean. Or is it? Stay tuned for more, sportsfans. ~Editor
So Joe drives us from San Diego up to a property just outside of Redding. We got there around midnight, set up camp, and went to sleep. The next couple days blew. This was my first day waking up without opiates in almost a year. I won’t gross you out with too many details but let’s just say I had the flu times ten. This normally lasts anywhere from two weeks to two months depending on the severity of your habit but for some reason (I have theories) when you’re in the middle of nowhere, away from everything you know, you don’t get as sick and you recover faster. I think this is because without any chance of getting more opiates the mental part of withdrawal — which translates largely into the physical — ceases to be. I have experienced this several other times while in jail. Between other addicts I have talked to and my own experience, I have concluded that this is in fact a thing, although no one really seems to know why. Anyway, it takes about three to four days to get out of bed and start work.
The landscape is beautiful. The dirt is a rich blood orange color speckled with sparking quartz crystal, blood-red Manzanita contrasted by their forest green leaves, White Oak stood here and there adorned with minty green Usnea moss. A myriad of caterpillars wriggled and swung in the breeze from silk with a rainbow shimmer from the morning sun. Juxtaposed in the center of all this nature was the fence — a crude mesh of chicken wire and chain link with a barbed wire crown for keeping rodents, deer and human alike at bay so the beautiful green and purple ladies within could grow undisturbed.
Read more soon…
Below: Marijuanaville photos provided by the author.