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Lost film classic “El Santo vs Bozo”
If only that were the truth, I’d have something to watch tonight.
Some people may see a “fake” athlete and a TV clown, but I see something much, much more awesome.
I see a man who took a job requiring a ridiculous outfit, pancake make-up, and repeated pies to the face in the name of entertaining children; one that made him a television icon, but one whose fame went away when the make-up came off.
I see another who chose a profession that of a choreographed gladiator. Someone who took His job so seriously it became his life. Many luchadores, specifically in that era, would live their entire life behind the mask - living as “Santos.”
Some would call them both crazy, but I think it’s pretty awesome.
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First & middle name: Jed Michael
Any nicknames: Motorjed
Age: 30
DOB: 1/9/80 which oddly enough occurred in (wait for it) … 1980
Location: Fargo, ND
Sign. others, offspring, siblings: yes, http://iamlearning.tumblr.com/ is my lady. I have a 10 year month son I call “Action.” I am the second youngest of five. Birth order is: Sister, brother, sister, me, little sister
Any tattoos, piercing or other identifying features: I tattoo, many more planned.
Spirit Animal: I’d love to say silverback gorilla, but I’m probably either a bear of some sort or an oraungutan.
How you make that paper: computer tech support for a global red and yellow corporation that makes the limited time “rib sandwich.”
Favorite smell: fresh baked bread.
Never would I: invest in a fanny-pack.
Can you hula hoop: I have indeed, but its been a while.
How does it look outside your window: Gray.
You can be anywhere right now, so you’re: having a cigar while sitting by a sundown campfire outside of my airstream trailer(I figure if I can be anywhere, I can have anything) somewhere in the New Mexico desert.
Weapon of choice in a zombie apocalypse: Tomahawk
Favorite dessert: I enjoy a nice canolli
Recommend a book: Bloody knuckles broken heart, available at www.bloodyknucklesbrokenheart.com (Cheap plug, I know)
Recommend a movie: The original Cape fear (‘62)
Recommend a song: Portland, Oregon - Loretta Llynn and Jack White
Recommend a tumblr: While I may be biased, I also don’t think I’d recommend it if I didn’t think it was legit good. http://iamlearning.tumblr.com/
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Anonymous asked: What is your definition of "livin the dream"?
“Living the dream,” he wondered, “what would that be?”
I guess that would be different things for different people. For me, it’s simply finding yourself happy and taking the time to recognize and appreciate it.
I think it’s important to find what it is that you love to do - watching baseball, painting, taking road trips, whatever - taking the time to do whatever that is, mixing that with doing things you hate, and occasionally helping others to do what it is that they love. If you are fortunate enough to find someone you care enough about to share that with, all the better.
In my head, when I allow myself to slip into that “picturing perfect” state, I have a couple of kids running around on the ranch, an awesome wife who has her own thing she loves, there’s an old motorcycle parked by the shed, and I have a day off from a job I kinda like. I still write, I still shoot, I still snap pictures now and then. I am not rich, I do not have everything I want, but my kids are taken care of and the bills are paid. Occasionally, old country music can be heard, cigar smoke waifs through the air, and laughter is abundant.
But that’s just me, yours is probably different.
Like anything people care for, motorcycle owners usually form an attachment to their rides. They can and do represent a myriad of things to a myriad of people … and for me this particular bike & photo combination, despite having never seen it before today, means something to me.
We now live in a “junk” culture. More often than not, it’s usually cheaper (and less of a hassle) to buy new if something breaks. Here in the western world, we aren’t given a hell of a lot of reasons to keep a busted whatsit and have it repaired.
On top of being just plain wasteful, it also usually means that if that physical object is gone, it’s pretty rare for any of the history that went along with it to be preserved. As someone who writes, makes films, and has an appreciation for a narrative in any of form, that depresses the hell out of me.
Think about it, if this was your grandfather’s harley that was just undiscovered in barn somewhere, chances are you would be fascinated.
Since when did Grandpa Harry have a motorcycle? When did he get it? Where did he buy it? Was it new, or did he buy it used? Did he work on it himself? Did he take any trips? Where did he go? Did Grandma Gail know about this? Is this what caught her eye in the first place? Why did he stop riding? How did I not know this? You would want all of that information, all of the motorcycle’s history; you would want the complete story.
Maybe you would even get out the tools, get that thing running, shine it up nice, and add to that history.
Or, y’know, you could just throw it away; whatever.
In a world of throw-away things, occasionally, people can still come across things this cool, things that come with a history - a personal story - and they do something as small as snapping a picture to help preserve those.
I can’t speak for you, but I happen to think that’s pretty awesome.
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See this kid?
The one in what is perhaps the coolest coin-op ride ever? He’s aiming down the sight of his ray-gun and probably zapping some ugly looking alien. It may not look like it from the picture, but he is.
Look at that expression and tell me he doesn’t believe it.
Remember that? Do you remember pretending - believing - and not being self conscious?
That’s your assignment for the weekend? Go find something that gives you that feeling.
And if you find something worth crying “Awesome!” about, let me know.
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Ladies: all the expensive lingerie in the world pales in comparison to the sexiness, simplicity, and strength of a simple mens white oxford shirt
I’m not ashamed to admit I agree. I’ve never been a lace, stockings, and garter fan - always seemed like it is trying too hard. Lingerie has its place, but a white dress shirt is eternally sexy.
Cute, classy, or sexy; it works all the way around, and it all comes down to the expression on her face.
Which, if you think about it, is pretty awesome.
Maybe because I’m not huge into sports photographs, but I was not aware of this amazing photo until this weekend. The photo is of Carmen Basilio winning the welterweight title November 30th, 1955 and was taken by Hy Peskin. You can purchase the photo here from the New York Times.
I grew up watching boxing tapes my dad had and, even though today it seems like a dinosaur compared to the likes of UFC, I still hold a soft spot for boxing.
It requires enormous discipline to even train for, let alone actually pursue. You have to rewire your natural instinct to avoid being hit, and to go in knowing that not only are you’re going to be punched, but that it’s also going to hurt. Probably a lot. A boxer has to embrace his primal survival instincts, reject flight, choose fight and do it while attempting to out think your opponent’s strategy and then create a plan to counter it … all while being punched in the face by someone who has actually trained to punch people in the face.
Anyone worth their salt has lost a fight. (Yes, even the boy who cried awesome.) They had to go home and explain it to their folks, they had to go to school the next day with a black eye, they had to look the person who beat them up and admit to themselves that on that day, that person won and that they lost.
Now, I’ve always felt that being beaten in a fight doesn’t make that person a loser, as long as they take something away from it.
If boxing has taught us anything (fixes aside), it’s that anyone can beat anyone on any given day - no matter who’s bigger, who’s faster, who’s stronger, or who’s “better.”
And on the days I’m getting smacked around by life, I try to remember that. No matter what, I’ve always got a puncher’s chance at winning.
I think that’s pretty awesome.
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We may be on vacation at the beach, but I’m still Spiderman, Mom.
I was this kid when I was a kid, running around with a costume and saing the world from imagined evil.
If I knew who he was, I’d pat him on the shoulder and tell him to keep on being awesome.