I didn’t take this picture. I had no camera this morning. I don’t even know how to give cred to the person who took this photograph of a northern california seal — there was no credit listed, but I needed a picture. I like pictures. As you know, I usually wake up quite early whether or not I’ve gotten much sleep. And, I like driving down to Golden Donut, picking up a cup of coffee to go and driving down to where the surfers surf at Ocean Beach. So, this dreary/over-cast/foggy Sunday morning that is what I did. As I backed into a parking space I noted several surfers riding small waves.
I sipped my coffee and lit a cigarette. Yes, I’m still needing my smokes. I WILL quit. This just isn’t a good time to wrestle that one. Anyway, I had a couple of fairly bad migraines Friday and the caffeine and cigs seem to be easing away the fog of pain a migraine leaves.
I thought I saw a dolphin jumping over the surfers! I had to get out of the car and approach the cliff to get a better view. There was a man there watching as well. I asked him if that was a dolphin and he told me it was a seal. Now, seals tend to gather up on what is called Seal Rock — which is located on Sutter Beach near our apartment. You can often hear their barking being carried through the fog to our window. But, that time of the year has passed. The man told me that he thought that this seal must be lost. He had binoculars and allowed me to take a look.
It appeared that this seal was playing with the surfers. It wasn’t attacking them. She seemed to be playing — jumping over the ends of their boards. From what I could tell the surfers were laughing. It was cute. It made me feel good. But, then the man told me that he figured that the seal was a baby and would soon be wasting away on the beach. Then, I felt rather distressed. The dark mood soon gathered up more darkness as I was driving back home and passed some roadkill on Geary Blvd. …It was a raccoon. I’m not a fan of the raccoon. They scare me and I’m fairly certain that they are all out to eat me, but it just seemed so very sad to see this one lying dead on the side of the blvd.
Still, there felt something magical about starting Sunday watching a baby seal play with surfers.
I sat in the car for a few minutes before I came back up to our apartment. I was listening to that Dennis Wilson album on my iPod, Pacific Ocean Blues. Actually, I’ve been playing this a lot since yesterday. I really like it. I had only ever heard one Dennis Wilson solo song before — which I do like — called “Ain’t It Strange” …but this, his only solo record I know about, is so different from that jazz/roadhouse blues sort of song. …This is really a great album. Why has it taken me so long to find it. At first I did not care for the cover, but the more I look at it the more I like it. The photographer captured something interesting about Wilson’s face of that time — 1977(?) — there is a worrying look in his eyes and seeming stance. A sort of warning photograph of bad times to come. …But, what a great album. Whenever an artist leaves us too soon it always makes makes me wonder what art might have come if he/she had not left us. This album almost feels like a transition of sorts. …If only he had been able to give us the chance to see where he would be transitioning as an artist.…I hope that baby seal got the chance to transition back to her heard or flock or whatever a bunch of seals are called. A gaggle of seals? Just hope the playful seal made it back to her own.
Someone sent this to me via Amazon.com UK. I don’t know who sent it to me, but I shout out thanks. …I think. Very odd, disturbing sort of examination of human fears within the context of our modern society. When I noted that Julia Davis, of NIGHTY NIGHT fame, was a major player in the show I knew it would be sick and twisted. However, I was not quite prepared for just how twisted and sick it would be. It is oddly hypnotic. Sort of like if David Lynch and Aphex Twin decided to merge talent forces and try their hand at comedy.
Much of the show is quite funny, but filmed/edited and performed in a way that twists the humor round turns to the inappropriate, uncomfortable and odd. It almost has the feel of an art installation piece. My understanding is that JAM was created by Chris Morris — as a radio program — and, when, he and the actors put it to film — much of the radio show’s audio was used as the soundtrack to the TV show — so, at times, the actors are lip syncing to their voices from the radio skits — resulting in a rather surreal feel to what one is seeing.
Here is a clip of one of the more comical moments, but it gives you the general idea of the style of it.
…It’s a long way from your standard TV show. I think I might love it.
Not a great review or anything, but I’m pleased and they put in a little interview I did.