Bones: one wonders...

Last night's episode of Bones raised a few questions. Near Seattle in the woods a piece of an arm is found and thus Bones and Booth go and investigate. They meet the Native American Forest Ranger, called Sherman. After General Sherman? After the tank named after the aforementioned general? After the best known wonderful poet and prose writer Sherman Alexie who lives in Seattle and hails from the Spokane Reservation... and is part of a milti-lingual project 'Harbors of the West' third part of the trilogy 'Sounds of Harbor'. Of course the ranger is immediately the prime suspect. It turns out there are marks on an arm that was found pointing to cannibalism. A dash of witchcraft is added to the mix of the script for good measure. When the ranger sees the FBI agent and his special expert 'Bones', he runs away. When caught and asked for the reason his reply is: "I don't want to be another Leonard Peltier. FBI and Indians don't mix well. Remember Wounded Knee?" Of course the ranger didn't kill anyone, nor eat anyone besides a black bear whose meat is in his deep freezer; a felony for which he is immediately handcuffed and put in jail. The series wouldn't be called 'Bones' if remains of victims weren't a full part of the script: thus a hand and more human bones are found in a killed bear. The interesting thing is that in different parts of the USA, e.g. in the Appalachian mountains a few years ago the remains of a young girl were found dating back to the 16th century, a girl who had been cannibalized, probably during a big famine. So I wonder: Are the contemporary Hollywood scripts based on a lot of research or are they kind of inside jokes and chuckles for the in crowd.

Of course we know that many Hollywood actors have been staunch supporters of Native American causes and especially of Leonard Peltier. May he be freed.

German TV: June 12.

 From the glamor of Hollywood to the Old Historic Route 66. At first still maintained but then fallen to the wayside.


Present Past and Future is the slogan of Route 66...

 The Best Western in Bartsow with a view of the trucks going by on the I 40. Imagine the joy of a road all to oneself... In Ludlow there is a new coffee shop, its fate uncertain.

House -garage - gas station -
Ludlow café -
all derelict
publictés fanées
faded billboards
fallen by the wayside

a good life
with a real house across
at the east direction
nobody took
all went west

and needed shelter
repairs
gas
sustenance
courage for the crossing
but NO CHECKS CASHED


neither is anybody responsible
for fire or theft
of ones dreams
on Route 66.
How long before new Ludlow resembles the old
before the desert has taken back its space
before a new generation builds
a fresh watering hole for the thirsty and weary

From art deco to Hollywood nature

The art deco in Hollywood is incredible, many buildings are worthwhile closer inspection. It speaks of lighthearted fun and quality of life for those who could and can afford it and who exit theaters with security screening the surroundings. Yes men in black, but no Johnny Cash.

The street musician, unperturbed was great blowing his trumpet and singing. Some passers by putting something in his trumpet case. With the lights of the Hard Rock Café on the shiny sidewalk we leave the boulevard to go look for the Hollywood sign.

 We tried Mulholland drive and ended up in narrow private streets with lots of security and signs stating "armed response". Quite the opulent serie noire athmosphere.

We never got to the sign but found a nice spot with a tree tunnel cave.

Wild tobacco grows there and a band of crows circle and call to you.
Peaceful in the warm California spring sunshine. A two and a half hour hike would have been too much under this sun on exposed hills.
Maybe one day in other season...

Walk of fame II -Startiing with Kermit the Frog

The stars on Hollywood Boulevard: 2000 of them are interesting, some names remind us of good times, fine music, great acting, wonderful locations like the Kodac theater and the colorful Capitan.

All is for sale:

Rocket launchers and arsenals for private wars.
Machine guns, grenades, hand guns and of course pepper spray.
 Frilly underwear for more personal power games. I saw the woman I never became, shoes I could never wear.

 The divide in society is enormous, one sees the rich, the 1% and the players, the people trying to be that and those lost by the wayside, the 99%. Some sleeping rough, eating out of the thrown away food in garbage cans. Some wear their plight with dignity, but sleeping in doorways with just a blanket and a plastic bag with meager belongings shouldn't be a normal view in any town.

 Scientology and churches in general are prominently present. All denominations are represented.
Luckily there is a lot of creativity like in this nice mural where the seated audience looks at the strollers, the flaneurs of the boulevard.

The road to Hollywood

Driving from Arizona to Los Angeles involves getting gas, several times... and yes in California gas is more expensive! A person has to ea,t so why not in Franky's diner. All dolled up, with signs and pictures, also several pictures of Marilyn and rat packs... Coca Cola signs but Pepsi is served. The value is in the highly collectible  Coca Cola signs, not in the root beers.


 We made it to Hollywood and were greeted by Charley Chaplin peaking around the corner and enough signs to be sure you know where you are: this is where it all began...

Tomorrow more of the Hollywood Boulevard. One of the many Boulevards of Broken Dreams after crossing crazy eight lanes freeways. In the evening even Mickey Mouse is tired... Although Elvis and Dart Vador were still going strong.