Doodling, toodling around

Carnaby Street, London via The Improvised Life

What am I doing in between driving to baseball clinics, lacrosse and basketball games?

Visiting these links -- and I beg to differ on it being a "waste of time:"

• The passages in Keith Richards' autobiography that describe the mod clothes worn and the life in London in the mid-sixties are particularly fascinating to me. So I was delighted to read this post on The Improvised Life. When you go there, be sure to listen to the Kinks -- they provide the link.
• The incredible new Google Art Project.  
• Bookshelf envy at Apartment Therapy.
• beenthinking blog
• a review of what sounds like to me a bizarre and fascinating memoir called The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating about a strange disease and contemplating snails is found here

What are you doing?

Anybody want to join me?

I'm thinking we should stage a Rumba Rave at Anthem Blue Cross. At The Improvised Life, I learned that "the Spanish guerrilla collective flo6X8 has been making a series of benignly disruptive and moving actions in banks, as protest for what they believe is a corrupt system. They favor flamenco, with its roots in Andalusian gypsy culture, as their means of expression, most often with dancing or singing.

Here they are, blasting music and dancing wildly in a bank in Seville. Crank it up and watch it -- especially the freaked out faces of the bankers and security guys, trying to figure it all out and put a stop to it.




We need to find out where Anthem's headquarters are, though. I've always suspected that it's in some deep, dark bunker, underground, or perhaps rising like a monolith from the ground, windowless and inscrutable.