Graffiti from Melrose Ave in West Hollywood. Whether you interpret this picture of Landobama Calrissian as an idealistic president's frustration with the economic situation he inherited, or disillusionment on the part of Democrats who wanted more from an Obama first term, I think we can all agree that Romney could not rock a cape and blaster like that.
Here's hoping the same artist does Biden Lobot soon.
Posted without comment: photos from a ten-hour drive through Colorado and Utah, including an unplanned scenic detour along 40 West.
And that weird Ralph-Steadman-meets-Geico-commercial sign for the Gonzo Inn, our lodging for our three nights in Moab? That's posted way without comment.
Boulder remains suspiciously nice. Cyclists, multistory independent bookstores, temperatures below eighty degrees. Even the homeless people seem to be more street performers than living indictments of capitalism; one guy has memorized every ZIP code in America, another contorts himself into a transparent plastic box, and another plays a cello while balancing on it.
Today we drove up to Estes Park for a morning horseback ride. I told Dad that this probably would not come up, but if I was thrown from my horse and fell into a coma forever, he had my go-ahead to turn off the life support. The horse in front of me enjoyed releasing a long fart every time my horse caught up to it, but apart from that nothing bad happened.
Estes Park is also home to the Stanley Hotel:
Some literary history: in 1974, horror novelist Stephen King hit some writer's block while trying to start his third book. On his publisher's advice, he went for a vacation. September found him driving through Estes Park with his wife and son. With the road west through the Rockies already blocked by snow, the Kings turned to the Stanley. It was still a summer hotel in those days, and Steve and his family happened to drive up on the very last night that the Stanley was open for guests. They checked into room 217, Steve's writer's block vanished like an apparition, and the palatial-but-spooky building was immortalized as the basis for the haunted Overlook Hotel in The Shining.
I remarked to Dad that if they'd had online hotel bookings in those days, the world probably would have been deprived of Jack Nicholson's ax-waving shenanigans.
Some TV history: Stephen King returned to the Stanley to shoot the 1997 ABC miniseries, Stephen King's The Shining, which followed the plot of the book more closely than Stanley Kubrick's film.
Scenes from Dumb and Dumber were also shot at the Stanley. Apparently Jim Carrey also stayed in room 217 for three hours, then emerged in a panic and relocated to a nearby guest house for the remainder of shooting. He never publicly said what he saw in there.
Here are some shots from yesterday's drive through Kansas:
Farm!
Self-aware antique truck!
Wind farm!
Sunflowers!
Here's what the remaining 430 miles of I-70 looked like:
Not pictured: an unironic billboard painting of Jesus staring out of a cornfield at oncoming drivers. Children of the Corn ain't just for Nebraska anymore!
Everyone at the fly-infested McDonald's in Burlington, CO, right across the border, looked as shell-shocked from Kansas as we were.
Remembering a happier meal in Kansas City.
But then we sighted the Rockies and our weekend stopping point at Boulder. So far it's suspiciously nice here. More findings later.
A rain storm headbutted us this morning as we continued west on I-70, crossing into Illinois. The late essayist, fiction writer, and tennis prodigy David Foster Wallace grew up in Illinois and described it as consisting mostly of violent weather patterns and corn, and we saw nothing to belie this.
Stopped for a late breakfast at a Cracker Barrel east of St. Louis. At the table next to ours, an older couple was in the process of telling their son, Jerry, that they were cutting him off. Parents: if you are looking for a public place where you can take your twentysomething son and toss him into the churning waters of financial independence without the risk of his knocking the table over or otherwise making a scene, consider your local Cracker Barrel.
Drove through St. Louis and Cool Valley, MO, which I can only presume is the birthplace of both Miles Davis and the Fonz.
Also visited the Harry S. Truman Presidential Library and Museum in Independence, MO. No joke, it was an informative museum that solicited visitors' opinions and debate on the many controversial choices that defined the Truman presidency. With political discourse having taken a turn for the kneejerk in recent years, it's nice to see an ex-president encouraging critical thinking skills from beyond the grave. The late President Truman, his wife, and their daughter are buried on site, like the pharaohs of old.
Saw The Dark Knight Rises after checking into the hotel. Dad's first time, my third. Missouri frogs are adventurous devils and will sometimes occupy your car while you're seeing a movie.
It did not seem to be an eats-people frog like in Stephen King's "Rainy Season".
Next, we visit another Stephen King staple: Boulder, Colorado.
After a rollicking eleven days on the east coast visiting family and friends in PA and DC and seeing a little late-night Satanic blues rock showdown play that I wrote (and which you can totally still catch, DC friends!), I'm returning to LA. But I'm not going alone!
My Dad, Jim Sullivan, has joined me in loading up our 2009 Toyota Prius with comics and artwork and driving it across these United States, which is something I have wanted to do ever since I read Denny O'Neill and Neal Adams' comics about Green Arrow and Green Lantern doing basically the same thing in the 1970s.
This may happen.
Today we drove west for some ten hours down route 70, from Glenside to Indianapolis. Highlights from the road include:
-a speeding ticket
-a sign advertising the Creation Museum
-a dead deer
-a weirdly defensive billboard advertising coal: "Wind dies. Sun sets. Nuclear?"
-the Rushing Wind Biker Church
-an Indiana marching band practicing in what the Prius identified as 102 degree heat
-trucks carrying weird crap from recycled kitchen grease to airplane wings
Airplane wing!
Before storming our hotel and demanding beer, we visited the Indiana World War Memorial Plaza, which includes a breathtaking shrine and a museum with an assortment of uniforms and weapons dating back to the American Revolution, plus enough period reprints of propaganda posters to wallpaper Captain America's two-bedroom hi-rise.
Jim Sullivan, dwarfed, as all men are, by the War Memorial.
Also impressive: the Soldiers and Sailors Monument.
"No actually, [Darkseid is] not the most powerful, but he's the most relentless. In other words, Darkseid is strictly a first-rater. I don't classify gods as far as their power goes. I classify them as far as their personality goes. Each god, if he used his power right, could defeat another god. If I used my power right I could defeat anyone on Earth if I wanted to. As a man, if I used my physical strength at its best, I could overpower anybody I wanted to. If I did it right."
-Jack Kirby, in a 1971 Train of Thought interview
One of many reasons you should read Jack Kirby's Fourth World Omnibus. Someone make "I could defeat anyone on Earth if I wanted to" into a motivational poster.
