Inner Jaded White Man Melting
As promised I will continue to publish photos of our local Bay Area anglers’ home-made fishing tackle. If you need to be reminded of why I am obsessed with such things read the post from Nov. 10th (Junkyard Aesthetics 101).
I also include this photo of the only fish worth mentioning that I saw while wandering around the inner city piers this week, on my recent (and seemingly never ending) stream of days off. “Biggies” are one of my favorite fishies. I am sorry but I simply did not have the heart to film her dismemberment. Suffice it to say this fish suffered greatly. I offer these 2 haiku as a way to express my feelings about this event.
Stop you idiot.
Smack it on the head first, dude.
For me I mean. Please?
Big skate on the pier
Helplessly flapping its wings
What else. Oh yes. At one point today 200 motorcyclists descended on the pier and performed a wide variety of wheelies, donuts, false starts, pirouettes etc, as some sort of funerary offering to a fallen comrade who no doubt killed himself while similarly engaged. I think an exchange between two of the local fishermen said it best:
"What the hell is wrong with these guys?"
"I dunno man, but I see like 200 dudes and one chick."
At one point, a very friendly Samoan family stopped by the pier and busted out their ukuleles. The pater familias of these Polynesian troubadours was perhaps the mightiest looking human being I have ever stood next to. A man whose physical strength seemed limitless. I almost said "Herculean" but Hercules would have looked like Steve Urkel compared to this dude... In any event these folks turned out to be extremely friendly and provided the MFN with our happiest moment in a weekend of happy moments. What can I say? There is something about a group of tough inner city Samoan kids sitting on a pier, in the shadow of the Bay Bridge, thousands of miles from the islands, softly strumming their ukes and singing in hushed, self-conscious voices, that really melts my inner jaded white man. So ladies and gentlemen… in signing out, I hope you will play this clip. And please forgive the Lombardian moment when I blurted out “don’t be bashful, go ahead and sing!” It’s not my fault, it’s the way I was raised (in a showbiz household). So without further adieu, I give you: "The Island Boys," (that being the spur of the moment name they came up with before the shoot began). FYI: Of course I realize I was initially holding the camera upside down. Know this: The Monkeyface News Center For The Furtherance Of The Cinematic Arts will stop at nothing to bring you our avant-garde techniques and cutting edge film work).
The "Island Boys"