Friday, September 28, 2012

Ryan could lose House seat on top of VP, per Randi Rhodes minutes ago


From Randi Rhodes three minutes ago:  

"Everyone in the House has to run, we could replace them all.  If you don't like Boehner, get rid of him.  Wouldn't it be something if Paul Ryan lost his House seat on top of losing Vice President.  People in Janesville, Wisconsin, see he’s a lying little putz who wants to do away with Social Security and Medicare. 

"You're going to be in the voting booth anyway in their districts.  You can get rid of these people.  We can end this mass madness, just replace them.  You're already there, you're going to get the I Voted sticker, might as well vote out these obstructionists, these Tea Partiers.  It might hurt the American veteran to not have a jobs program, millions of Americans if don't put construction workers to work. 

"Now it's our turn.  Just say no to them all. 

"Boehner is in Dayton, he’s got a bunch of farm land, and he doesn't have an opponent.  What happens if he gets no vote, well if he gets one, I guess he wins.  [LAUGHS] some scam, you can’t even vote them out, there’s no one else to vote for."
Flash Transcripts from City of Angels Network

Addicted to ice cream

All I have to do is take one bite of ice cream, next morning I’ll wake up wanting more.  I go on ice cream runs that last months.  It might start with a single serving, a carton bought on sale, on impulse.  Within weeks I'm downing whole gallons of generic brands. 

As soon as I run out of ice cream, I start plotting ways to buy more.  As I'm licking the last slobberings out of a carton, I'm thinking, how can I get some Haagen-Dazs in the house fast. 

Wandering the streets looking for ice cream

I wake up in the middle of the night wondering if it would be safe to walk to the corner store, right then, at three in the morning, in Chicago, I'm thinking maybe it's okay for me to run out into the dark of night in the city, because I know there is ice cream at the corner store at the bottom of the hill. 

They have Snickers ice cream at the corner store.  I saw a woman buying some there yesterday afternoon.  I hadn’t obsessed about ice cream for more than a year, until I saw that woman buying Snickers ice cream in the corner store yesterday.

Now I'm thinking at three in the morning it would be okay to run down there and buy some myself.

Haven’t been able to stop thinking about Snickers ice cream since I saw her yesterday afternoon.   

Ice Cream Addicts Anonymous

If there were an Ice Cream 12-step program, I would call them now.  Instead I have to grit it out, hold onto the arms of my chair, and stop myself. 

Last time I went on an ice cream run, by the time it stopped I was about sixty pounds fatter.  That eating-to-self-destruct started innocently enough.  My daughter walked in the house saying she had a present for me and handed me a pint of Ben & Jerry’s.  It just happened to be a time when I was emotionally vulnerable. 

Next day I’d finished that carton and gone out to buy more.  

That run lasted two years.  It finally ended when I woke up with my head inside a cardboard carton dripping with the corn syrup-milk curd remains of a gallon of “peanut butter dream” I’d picked up at a gas station, wondering how could I have let this happen.  

It's been two years since that fat-filled morning. 

Now I'm in Chicago at three AM and I want to buy Snickers “ice cream product” at the convenience store at the bottom of the hill, and who knows where I might end up.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Half audience booed, half cheered at Dylan concert 1965. I know, I was there

I WAS THERE when Bob Dylan plugged in his guitar and half the audience booed.  It was September 1965 at the Hollywood Bowl.   

Today, looking on the internet, there’s some argument over whether audiences booed or not during the Bob Dylan tour of summer 1965 when he "sold out" as far as folk-protest music lovers felt, by playing electronic music.   At the beginning of summer they booed him in Newport and the first weekend of September, they booed him in L.A.

The audience was split almost in half, those who loved the electric sound and those who hated it.  And both sides expressed themselves loudly, half the audience booing, half cheering.  I was there, I know, and I was one of the ones cheering. 

That September 1965 concert was a pivotal experience in my life, not something I’d forget.  It was last weekend of summer before my senior year in high school and I rode in from the San Gabriel Valley with a carload of kids.  Patrick who drove us to the Dylan concert in was my best friend and also the go-to guy in Arcadia when it came to left-wing politics.  Patrick took me to my first Peace and Freedom Party meetings in Pasadena.

Now Patrick was among the loudest ones booing while I thought Dylan's electric music was ground-breaking and mind-blowing and a positive revolutionary step for music. 

Half the audience screaming and half of them booing during the Bob Dylan tour 1965 was apparently the birth of a new schism within the folk-rock anti-war music revolution of the time, splitting traditionalists from innovators. 

First half of the concert that summer night in the Hollywood Bowl, all was in harmony in the audience as Dylan played acoustic songs.  Then came intermission, and we stole hits on joints, wandered the aisles.  Dylan came back with his new rock band and the tone of the crowd noticeably changed. 

He plugged in and sang, Ballad of the Thin Man.

The boos started as soon as he began the song, as there were likely activists in the crowd who’d heard of Dylan plugging in earlier that summer in Newport and came prepared to boo. 

Dylan sang:  “You know something is happening and you don't know what it is, do you Mr. Jones,” and I went into an almost euphoria, it was such an amazing breakthrough new sound.

One of the first times the song was ever heard. 

"You know something is happening and you don't know what it is, do you, Mr. Jones."  OH YES, that's it, that expresses it all of it, everything I'm going through in my life, it's full of Mr. Jones's and they don't know what is happening.  YES YES YES!!!

I went nuts, cheering, standing on my seat. 

His band was set up with electric equipment.  Dylan stood on stage skinny legged, wild haired.  The music was something you had never heard before. 

And half the audience was booing, an angry hateful betrayed kind of booing. 

Patrick next to me was booing louder than most.  Patrick who had been my colleague and friend for life, as we were politically awakened early in our lives me as a sophomore him as a junior in high school.  We felt a connection of agreement on all things progressive, yet here was Patrick booing at Bob Dylan for plugging in and going electric.

And I thought it was greatest thing since Lennon McCartney, even better.  I jumped up and joined the other half of the audience who were cheering and grooving along with the new electrified highly alive sound. 

In the car we argued all the way back to the suburbs that night.  After that night I actually began to turn to places other than Patrick’s room across the street for political inspiration. 

The summer 1965 tour began in Newport on the East Coast, where the first phenomenon took place of half the crowd booing Dylan for plugging in his guitar.

On YouTube is video of a press conference Dylan held at the end of that summer in San Francisco 1965, here is a quote:

DYLAN:  I don't play folk rock.

QUESTION:  What would you call your music?

D:  I would call it, uh, um, I like to think of it more in terms of vision music.  It's, uh, mathematical music. 

Q:  Are the words more important than the music?

D:  Um, the words are just as important as the music.  There would be no music without the words. 

Q:  What poets do you love?

D:  Oh, Rimbaud, W. C. Fields.  The family, the trapeze family in the circus.  Smoky Robinson.  Alan Ginsberg, (Ginsberg in then on camera in the viewing area)  Charlie Rich, he’s a good poet. 

Q:  Do you still sing your old songs?

D:  No.  No. 


Sing Out Magazine had a notably bad review of Dylan plugging in at Newport.  Today on their website they glimmer over it with an updated report on the concert:

Bob Dylan plugged in his electric guitar at the 1965 Newport Folk Festival, and by the time he and the Butterfield Blues Band finished their rocked up version of “Maggie’s Farm,” finished too was the folk boom.”



DYLAN anthologists have different takes on “When Dylan Went Electric” from TheSelvedge Yard:

What inspired Dylan to go electric in the first place?  Some say Dylan was inspired (or challenged perhaps) by an exchange he had with John Lennon. Dylan slammed Lennon, essentially dismissing The Beatles lyrically– “you guys have nothing to say”, was the message.  Lennon’s counter was to enlighten Dylan of the fact that– he had no sound, man. Whether or not it resulted in Dylan going electric, or The Beatles writing more introspective lyrics, who knows–  but it’s a helluva story.


(continued from Selvedge Yard)
When Dylan and the band go into a loud, and raucous rendition of “Maggie’s Farm” the boos erupt almost immediately, along with mixed cheers. Then Dylan goes into “Like a Rolling Stone” (the week the song was released as a single) and the boos continue.  After playing “Phantom Engineer” and still facing scorn from the crowd, Dylan tells the band, “Let’s go, man. That’s all”, and walks off stage– pissed and frustrated.  

Here is what Dylan himself said 
about audiences booing his new electric sound:

The first time I played electric before a large group of people was at the Newport Folk Festival, but I had a hit record out (Bringing It All Back Home), so I don't know how people expected me to do anything different. I was aware that people were fighting in the audience, but I couldn't understand it. I was a little embarrassed by the fuss, because it was for the wrong reasons. I mean, you can do some really disgusting things in life and people will let you get away with it. Then you do something that you don't think is anything more than natural and people react in that type of riotous way, but I don't pay too much attention to it.

From Bob Dylan Revisited

Interview by Scott Cohen

In Rolling Stone December 1985


In 2012, Dylan referred to the booing incident while addressing criticism that he hadn't clearly acknowledged his lyrical sources for his new album Tempest:
"Wussies and pussies complain about that stuff. It's an old thing – it's part of the tradition. It goes way back. These are the same people that tried to pin the name Judas on me. Judas, the most hated name in human history! If you think you've been called a bad name, try to work your way out from under that. Yeah, and for what? For playing an electric guitar? As if that is in some kind of way equitable to betraying our Lord and delivering him up to be crucified. All those evil motherfuckers can rot in hell."


I looked around and there were a lot of others like Patrick, shaking angry fists jumping up and hollering. And there were a lot of others like me, cheering, getting a shine in their eyes shouting yes, yes, something new. 

I ran towards the stage with the cheering half of the audience. 

This electrification of “folk music” fit right in with the difference between my generation and the generation before, a difference that  presented itself over and over again in my life. In 1965 everything was just beginning to erupt and explode and turn into what has become our current state of nonstop change. 

The electrifying and changing of everything in life was just beginning to take hold in 1965 and I loved it, and Dylan’s electric music personified it. 

Two weeks in a row I went to the Hollywood Bowl the end of summer 1965. The weekend before, on August 29th, I’d gone to see the Beatles in concert. There I did not scream like almost every other teenage girl there, in fact I was irritated that the screaming was so loud you could not hear the music. 

Then next weekend I'm cheering while half the audience is booing at the Dylan concert. 

 Like I said, a pivotal time in my life.

Post by Kay Ebeling, producer, City of Angels Network

Friday, September 21, 2012

Romney paid 9% tax on $13 million income per Randi Rhodes just now


Thirty five percent, that's the top rate, that's what he should pay.

Just got this quote from Randi Rhodes on a rant about Mitt Romney and the low rate of his income taxes as reported for 2011 today:

Randi:  "He deferred the charity deduction so Romney’s effective tax rate is nine percent.  He deferred so that we wouldn't say that on $13 million of income, he only paid nine percent tax, while the guy up the street is paying fifteen percent." 

CALLER in Arizona:  Romney gave 1.7 percent to charity, but he has to give at least ten percent to the Mormon Church to stay at his level in the religion.  

"Wonder if that charity claim he makes is actually his giving to the Mormon Church."

 [City of Angels:  Donating to your religion for your eternal salvation is not charity.]. 

Randi:  "Romney is trying to make it look like he’s a regular guy because he paid 13 percent on $42 million. 

"Thirty five percent, that's the top rate, that's what he should pay."

Rhodes is a radio host on Progressive Talk, I listen through KTLK in Los Angeles weekday afternoons. 
Flash Transcripts from City of Angels Network

Thursday, September 20, 2012

All low income housing should be nonprofit


I mean what can you expect.  
I got dropped off in West Virginia 
in June 2011 
with seventeen moving boxes 
and no friend in sight?  
I'm lucky I made it out alive.  
This was the house across the street:

Berkeley Springs WV neighbor, 2011 -
Photo by Kay Ebeling

Slumlords can’t charge high prices.
They're renting slums.  
So the only way left for them to profit is to rob poor people, committing fraud and unfair business practices.
As a result slumlords have free reign over 
poor people who rent from them. 

When I moved last June, 
there was no legal reason 
for my landlady to keep 
my $800 deposit, 
so she just made up a reason, and kept it. 

Low rent landlords have to rob poor people 
to stay in business. 

So all low income housing should be nonprofit.  
(Would you believe this post was once 
a 12-hundred word long essay 
that I worked on for days, 
but it really does not even 
deserve posting, 
so I cut it down to 
3-4 paragraphs 
so I can just get on to writing 
the next post. 
Then the darn template
kept cutting off the ends of lines
so I had to format it like a poem

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Kill My Lanlord, Eddie Murphy SNL

Illustrating this post :


Kay Ebeling Email: reverberating...

Here are the "lyrics"

Images by Tyrone Greene
Performed by Eddie Murphy (date unknown)

Dark and lonely on a summer's night
Kill my landlord
Kill my landlord
Watchdog barking
Do he bite?
Kill my landlord
Kill my landlord
Slip in his window
Break his neck
Then his house
I start to wreck
Got no reason
What the heck
Kill my Landlord
Kill my landlord
my l a n d l o r d

Think what Christianity was doing at 14 hundred years. (John Oliver Mon Night)

In religious years Islam is a teenager. Think what Christianity was doing at 14 hundred years. (John Oliver on The Daily Show Monday 9/17 re Islam:)

Oliver: We should really remember Islam’s young age. 

Stewart:  Just under fourteen hundred years old.

O:  Exactly, Jon.  In religious years Islam is still just a teenager.  Think what Christianity was doing when it was only fourteen hundred years old.

S:  [LAUGHS] Oh. 

O:  Bloody crusades, the inquisition, execution of heretics.  Christianity is frankly just lucky there weren't cell phones around then to film that [BLEEP].  

Pic is from Google Images, video is on YouTube .

Some days I have to work, so can't write blog posts to completion. But will try to post something of note at Chill Hippie Blog every day...


Monday, September 17, 2012

Passage: Not Always Aware of Everything Until Too Late

“I'm too dressed for just a morning walk,” I said to myself.  It was not until I stepped out of the elevator into the lobby that I realized I was wearing my wrinkled sleepwear with a blazer jacket and hadn't brushed my hair or teeth....

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Sunday, September 16, 2012

Smoking Grass with a NASA Scientist

I smoked weed with a mad scientist at NASA once. 

The years I spent as a press officer at NASA I did not run into a lot of pot heads, I was really out of place there.  

But once in a while you’d see a glimmer in someone’s eye, or smell smoke coming from a parked car, and you'd meet up with another “head,” even in 1978 in a regimented region such as Clear Lake south of Houston, Texas, where sits the LBJ Space Center. 

On assignment from an East Coast university, Mad Scientist was a wild-eyed super-genius from that elite population who enter college before becoming a teenager.  He’d spent most his life cloistered in science academia and then working on government projects. He became my instant friend at NASA in Houston because he smoked weed.  Or pot or grass, we didn't call it weed back in the 1970s. 

I probably met him at one of the happy hours along NASA Road One, as there weren’t a lot of other places for a scientist working on a secret mission and an out of place journalist to meet. 

He had marijuana!  

One night I went off with Mad Scientist to get high at his apartment on Nassau Bay.  I was finally going to get to smoke pot after months of “partying” at bars with people who seemed to be in military uniform, even when they just were wearing street clothes.    

Mad Scientist could have been called wild-eyed and bushy tailed.  His hair had an electrified frizz and was untended, so the overall shape of his head was oblique.  He wore thick black-rimmed lenses, with a skinny body, and an awkward quickness to his movement that all together made him appear like a comic book version of a mad scientist. 

I was so glad to connect with him.  He had marijuana.   

And what happens?

We smoke ash. 

It turns out Mad Scientist was paranoid about getting caught with pot or weed or marijuana while he was in Houston working at NASA, so, all he brought with him was ash. 

There are still molecules of cannabis left over in the ash, Mad Scientist explained to me in a science professor voice, as he packed the stinking ash into a sticky pipe.  He said the black powder in his shoe box that smelled like a tar pit was ash from marijuana he’d smoked in Boston six months earlier.  He saved the ashes to smoke them over and over again as there are still molecules of THC in the ash, he explained. 

Now hiding inside his living room as far away from his window as possible, we were to put that ash into a pipe and light it, inhale the wretched smoke from the ashes, then put the ashes from smoking the ashes back into the box to smoke again later. 

Needless to say, there was no buzz.  Don't know if Mad Scientist ever got to put his project on the Space Shuttle or whatever ... 

Wouldn't we all be better off if weed was just legal? 


Saturday, September 15, 2012

Wind Power: Bobby Kennedy Jr Segment on Ring of Fire Radio Today

"In North Dakota every farmer in the state wants a wind farm on their property.  An acre is $800 for a corn field, $3800 an acre if they add a wind farm.

Here is a rough fast transcript for the interview that took place on Ring of Fire Radio moments ago.  Bobby Kennedy interviewed Stefanie Penn Spear, founder of EcoWatch about wind farms (09.15.2012) :

BOBBY KENNEDY:  The energy source with the most untapped potential is wind.  EcoWatch Founder Stefanie Penn Spear who is also owner of a business that installs wind farms in the Midwest, is here to talk about how wind energy can transform America [on Ring of Fire Radio today].  Talk about the impacts of wind on the United States in the future. 

STEPHANIE SPEAR: Wind power creates jobs, new manufacturing jobs, it's important to invest in wind, important that we incentivize it.  To create clean power for our country. 

K:  Goldwin, a company in China, manufactures turbines and owner says he would dump his product on the U.S. but he couldn't afford to compete with infra structure being built in the American wind industry, and it's being built locally.  Electricians, construction workers, these are all American jobs. 

Wind power is creating American jobs now. 

We have 75 thousand Americans employed by this industry almost as many as employed in the coal industry.  We have 86 thousand Americans working in solar. 

These are better jobs than coal and oil, clean jobs, jobs that benefit the community, they don't cut down mountains, don't give the employees black lung.  In the coal industry you have a few people getting rich.  Wind is a much more equitable industry, where profits are shared, and the community benefits.

S:  Today we posted a report from National Resources Defense Counsel all about wind and a clean energy future for our country.  Also production tax credits for wind are coming up for vote in Congress perhaps this week.  Incentive is necessary for wind development, as cost of fuel production is subsidized and a subsidy is vital for wind in our country.  We could lose jobs. 


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K: What is the number of persons a wind farm employs?

S:  There’s more employment during installation, but then wind needs to be maintained.  All the parts and pieces and manufacturing of turbines creates long standing jobs, components, blades. 

K:  This is an American resource.  In this country we have better wind than any other nation in the world.  North Dakota has one of the windiest places in the world.  There is enough wind in Texas to power the entire U.S. grid.  Wind is cheaper than coal and oil, far cheaper than nuke, and wind energy can be American made.  It's something that both republicans and democrats should want.

In North Dakota every farmer in the state wants a wind farm on their property.  An acre is $800 for a corn field, $3800 an acre if they add a wind farm. 

Two problems they're facing in Wind Power is lack of liquidity in the market and wind farms can’t hook up to grids so can’t get financing. 

S:  We need to invest in our grid system.  

Flash Transcripts from City of Angels Network

Flashdance and Last Chances

(I heard the line: “If you give up your dreams, you die,” muttered by a character in Flashdance, and I went home, packed, and moved back to California within a month.)

The 1983 movie Flashdance played yesterday on one of those obscure TV stations at the tail end of the Cable.  After watching it, I spoke another word of gratitude that I got to live in the music art and film renaissance of late 20th century America. 

I was 35 when Flashdance came out, but like many in my generation, I still held onto an almost pubescent enthusiasm for all things new and innovative. 


The word “Change” held so much new meaning for the baby boom generation.  Our music was revolutionary, our styles of art broke new ground, cinema became a whole new art form in the hands of those born after World War Two. 

It was so good that so many things were new that baby boomers automatically perceived newness as a positive quality.    

So seeing Flashdance at age thirty-five, I was still grasping at new stuff.  Flash style dancing was the new wild ride and I had to climb on.  The first time I saw Flashdance, Jennifer Beals and the French dancer who played her body in the film flew across the screen and my life was revitalized like Timothy Leary had just stepped off the train.  

It was at least the twenty-fifth time I’d been revitalized in my life, and brought to embrace change and begin a whole new passion. 

In 1983 I saw Flashdance in a Houston, Texas, movie theater.

I heard the line: “If you give up your dreams, you die,” muttered by Michael Nouri’s character, and I literally went home, packed, and moved back to California within a month. 

Then in L.A. I was this new arrival in her mid-thirties taking dance classes and trying to start an acting career. 

Plus I was wearing the leg warmers.

Think slightly overweight slightly over age adolescent wannabe grasping one last time for the open opportunities of youth.  And not getting to them on time. 

Back to Flashdance:

Everyone wore the off the shoulder sweatshirt cut worn by Jennifer Beals and the French dancer who plays her body in Flashdance for years after the film’s release.

I bought a dress in Century City Mall in 1984 that was barely thigh length, sweatshirt material, carefully torn to fall off the shoulder, and the garment was appropriate to wear when working in the offices of Rogers and Cowan Public Relations in Beverly Hills. 


I love being over sixty and an aging hippie.  I reel.  I’ve got six decades of experiences that from where I sit now, circulate and interact with each other in my head.  There’s this wealth of stimulus, so much art music film and web magic produced in the last sixty years. 

You could grow old today and not move more than a tree, just read through your mind, and be entertained for decades. 

Great time to be alive. 

FOOTNOTE:  Beals' dance double was Marine Jahan, who should have become a star after that performance...

... .

Internal Pace Adjustment

The gravitational pull of planet Earth seems to have gotten stronger. 

I often see a project to jump into, a campaign with volunteers, a song I want to dance to.  Then I can barely move.  

Walked 2 miles yesterday.  It took 3 hours, counting a stop for a beer.  So that means I took a 3-hour walk.  

I'm practically an athlete. 

Friday, September 14, 2012

Time Flies as Your Age Rises

It's relativity.  At age six, one month seems like a much longer time than at age sixty-six.  One month is a higher percentage of your life at age six.

At age sixty-plus, one month breezes by.  I just read this headline:  "Anti-American Protests Over Film Enter 4th Day" And my first thought was, wasn't that just yesterday?  Two days ago at the most?

Anti-American Protests Over Film Enter 4th Day

New York Times - ‎30 minutes ago‎
CAIRO — Anti-American protests inspired by a video denigrating the Prophet Muhammad entered a fourth straight day here in the Egyptian capital and other demonstrations erupted in the much of the Middle East after Friday Prayer — an occasion often ...

Good morning


Thursday, September 13, 2012

Do you listen to Elvis or the Beatles?

I keep noticing how different I am from the other people at the Senior Centers with which I've just started to interact.  It reminds me of the "generation gap" period in the mid-to-late 1960s.  My oldest  sister listened to Elvis, people my age listened to the Beatles.  My oldest sister supported the war in Vietnam, I supported the AWOL escaping to Canada.

There was a chism between age groups in the late 1960s, a split that separated us, almost estranged us,  and in the years since the Vietnam War, most of us forgot about it.  But now it springs back as I'm entering the senior demographic. Think how much more fun it will be at senior center dances when they start playing Bruce Springsteen and Jimi Hendrix.

(Blogger says "chism" is not a word.  I went to Dictionary dot com and evidently it's not a word.  All my life I thought "chism" meant a break or split.  Where did I get that?

Oh.  It's schism!)