Thursday, January 10, 2013

deep down I just didn't want to know

native american

When the Guggenheim mounted their landmark motorcycle show in 1997, they selected a 1946 Indian for the cover of the catalog. 

A near-perfect production model was featured on the ramp.


And no wonder.

The boys were home from WW2 and the girls were glad to see ‘em. Few objects embody this era’s exuberance as well as this big scooter.

Top heavy and long and weighing close to half-a-ton, these things had more steel in them than a modern day Toyota. They were not known for their stability, either.

But they were gorgeous.

They were infamous for true insanity, their legendary “suicide shift.”

Post war Indians required the rider to let go of the handlebar to shift gears.

Why am I waxing rhapsodic about this near-death machine?

I learned to ride on one. That’s me with Mom in ’52.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

board with fashion


anchored in history

The harbor in Kobe Japan is large enough for the demands of global shipping.

It’s busy enough that the rumble of diesel engines never ceased the entire time we visited.

Yet it’s scaled to reveal a human, 
introspective, personal quality.

A tremendous 7.2 earthquake ripped this city apart in January 1995, killing almost 6,500 people.

Over 212,000 lost their homes and wound up on the streets. The building foundations here are designed differently now.

A memorial maintains the broken concrete wharf and tilted lampposts just the way the earthquake left them.

Monday, January 7, 2013

native sun


Constitution of the United States
Article II, Section 1, Clause 5:
“No Person except a natural born Citizen, or a Citizen of the United States, at the time of the Adoption of this Constitution, shall be eligible to the Office of President.”