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Showing posts with label Tucson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tucson. Show all posts

Monday, March 09, 2009

Flogger de Tucson


Here are some pictures I took from my recent jaunt to Tucson. As always click pictures to enlarge.

Here's the bus and it's Peruvian owner. The bus has made it back to Tampa Bay twice, New York twice, and Guatemala once.

The cool Peruvian's girlfriend, Kim, let us inside and it was unreal.

The good ol' train.

This used to be the Alamo, which my friend Dustin and I tried to save one night to no avail.


Then we journeyed to BICAS, the greatest place on earth.


I know every cool hipster biker/wanna-be photographer in town has tried to get artsy picture inside BICAS, but here is my attempt. If nothing else it was good practice for when I will be competing against hipster bikers/wanna-be photographers in New York City.

I met this incredible kid Alex, who just bought this bus for $1,200 off Craigslist. He's 19, owns a bus, and will soon be heading to Seattle for art school. If I could do it all again (meaning three years ago), I think I'd do something like that.
Alex his bike, burrito, bed and bus. Three cents, a joint and a neat wallet. Ah, to be 19 again.

I looked into this thing for 30 seconds trying to figure out why the kaleidoscope did not work. Then I realized it was a tube of long-stick matches.


Me, Alex and Donovan.


Then I started taking silly MySpace-esque self-shots in the back window of the bus.

Then I got this photo, which followed my photographic goals as stated in #2 of this post, where I wrote, "And really whenever I'm shooting any photo I'm just hoping I get lucky and it looks like a Nas album cover."


So with a little editing....

Then we biked over to the Hay House (SW corner of Fremont and Waverly), which we learned was actually a straw house.
We hung out with the owner Billy, who told us all about his project.
Here is a list of things I learned:
1. Billy's old UA professor lives next door and came up with the idea.
2. Straw is a good insulator, but Billy claims the main reason for the straw use is because of its weight-bearing ability.
3. He loves the acoustics of the house and he has a lot of jam sessions inside it.
4. He lost almost everything a few years ago, but is now happy to be out of the rat race and living in a straw house in Tucson.
5. Billy is an odd, but great dude.



Here is Billy's straw bed.


This is Jim's Market, my favorite closed market in Tucson. I always dreamed of it opening and getting a great shake there. Unfortunately it never opened.

Even worse it appears Jim's Market is being taken over by Red Coats.


Tuesday, December 18, 2007

The return Pt. 503

Props to my little brother Scottie for MS Painting the pic of AI

Guess who's bizzack...Making a return from one of my many unpredictable and often for no good reason weeks of hiatus. I guess having people anxious to read Where's P-Mac is the gift and the curse as it forces me to write. It started as a little way to practice my writing with the ambition of being a sports writer behind it, now that that dream has been all but scratched and this blog is really just another way to procrastinate and share interesting articles.

That explains why the site hasn't updated since I have no schoolwork to put off. Without schoolwork I just put off blogging just to keep my procrastination addiction strong.

Anyways I'm stuck in Tucson for the second winter straight due to work and I'm finally starting to like the town after three years of living here. I'm pretty sure living in two blocks away from 4th Avenue adds a little ethos to the wanna-be-hippy side of me. That and if I keep complaining that Kierland represents the gentrification of Scottsdale I shouldn't be upset with the slowed-down style of Tucson...Let's get to some links...

"I never played a game sober, unfortunately" --This would be cool if Keon Clark was still in college, but alcoholism like Keon Clark's isn't that funny. Imagine his game without the bottle.

Funny addiction of the week goes to Caron Butler and his extreme love for Mountain Dew.

"Before every game at Connecticut, I drank a two-liter of Mountain Dew. I'm dead serious. Ask my wife what she would have to go get me before a game. I'd be like, 'Hey, stop by the 7-11, bring me a two-liter.'...Y'all think this is just a game; it's dead serious," he said. "I've got six refrigerators in the house. I used to have Mountain Dews filled in all of them. I don't have A Mountain Dew in my refrigerator no more. It's crazy, man. "
If you're interested in Canadian co-op brothels for the Olympics, you should listen to this.

Fuck, I still want a "Free Mike Vick" shirt.

Everyone needs to go out and buy Lupe Fiasco's "The Cool." Just an incredible album.

Brilliant headline...Props to the guy back in the day who just wanted Britney's little sister and went out and got it.

If you are tired of my lack of blogging read Roman's Empire for quality sports writing that updates almost daily. Really, really good shit over there, especially if you like UA hoops and the Lakers, or if you just miss his columns in the Daily Wildcat.

Monday, November 26, 2007

In the music



Every holiday season I try to take a break from hip-hop and listen to Christmas music the entire time. I figure it can't be healthy to numb your brain with Weezy 12 months a year and a little Nat King Cole or Sinatra never hurts. Every year it gets harder and harder though as every one of my favorite rappers releases an album hoping it will sell a couple more in the retail propelled quarter 4.

Here's a quick rundown of what I've been bumping when Christmas music isn't running through my headphones.

1. Lupe Fiasco's single "Superstar"

A bootleg concert version of this came out late in the summer and I slept on it for a couple of months. Since the real version has been available I can't stop listening to this song, seriously I've listened this song at least twice a day for the past two weeks. By far the best single to come out in '07 not off "American Gangster" or "Graduation." Lupe again kills the track with flawless lyricism. Props to Hype Williams for making a perfect video to accompany the song.

2. Freeway's "Free at last"

Freeway is by far my favorite Sunni Muslim rapper from Philadelphia. Even though this album isn't as great as his debut "Philadelphia Freeway," the inner Sunni-Muslim-rapper that I believe is inside us all won't let me make any negative comments about this album. Freeway is hard as shit, but also keeps it real such as in the track title "I cry," where he raps "I'm a break it down to y'all a few times in my life when I had to cry/ it's just grown-man shit/ real rap, let's go/ when I was diaper switching/ first time my GI Joes was missing."

3. Birdman featuring everyone - "100 million dollars"

The scene where Weezy is rapping in a room made of money is just epic. When I make it one day, I am going to say Weezy keeping stacks on the blades of his ceiling fan was my inspiration.

4. Murs releasing a video off his two-year old "Murray's Revenge" when he supposedly has a new album dropping early '08.

I say this about half the people I meet in life, but honestly Murs might be my favorite person ever. Definitely top 5 dead or alive and that's just off a couple LPs and a dope concert.

5. The retarded amount of good music that leaked in the past few days that I haven't even got a chance to listen to fully.
Styles P - "Super Gangster, Extraordinary Gentleman"
DJ Drama a.k.a. Barak O'Drama - "Gangsta Grillz (the album)"
Wu Tang Clan - "8 Diagrams"
Ghostface Killah - "Big Doe Rehab"
Murs 3:16 Presents: "Murs and the Misadventures of Nova Express"
Beanie Sigel - "The Solution"

6. Jay-Z - "American Gangster"

One of the better albums to come out in my lifetime. Enough said.

7. Snoop Dogg - "Sensual Seduction"

Snoop Dogg may be the flyest person ever. The idea of making a P-Funk inspired video in grainy resolution 15 years into your career in the year 2007 is simply genius. Also props on cutting the middle-man that is T-Pain and just using a voice box himself.

Other shit:
Magazine I'm most anticipating: "I'm a martian and if you understand me than you're Jesus Christ" Props to Marc Ecko for knowing how to sell a goddamn magazine.

Random Cats shit: Reasons I haven't blogged the past two games
1. When you don't want to be a sports journalist, it's tough to find motivation
2. I figure everyone watched the Kansas game
3. Work that actually pays me, unlike journalism
4. I try to like the Cats, I really do, but there is not one player on the team who I really enjoy watching or have an invested interest in
5. Some other shit, namely apathy and homework

Best thing I've heard about the Cats recently: "We should start a Facebook group called 'Brielmaier from 15!!!'" - in reference to UA walk-on Bret Brielmaier jumper (with a wide-open lane) with 5 seconds on the clock against Kansas.

Random Oregon shit: They had a game tonight against K-State that was nationally televised. I took a nap between the first quarter and :45 second mark in OT, effectively missing the whole game...But they won, so I can't complain. Notes: Catron had 15 in the second half...Freshman Cameron Brown spells his name Kamyron Brown...Ernie Kent is a G...Oregon already gave away Adrian Stelly's #21 to freshman Nicholas Fearn...

Random Shot at the ol' J.O.B.: This ether I laid in the comment section of an article that made a mockery of journalism. No offense to Ritter, his side was legit.

Sneaker Watch of Life: I saw a bum today wearing Soaps, the shoes that are designed aggressive freestyle walking.

Coming up on Wherespmac.com: Review of favorite X-mas tracks and albums. Be ready.

Monday, November 05, 2007

All Souls Procession


I've talked about Bookmans and LuluBell's shop, but the All Souls Procession is by far by favorite thing in Tucson and something everyone should attend while living in the Old Pueblo.

Since I plan on sticking with society for my run on Earth, Tucson's All Souls Procession is the closest I will ever come to the Burning Man Festival - and that's good enough for me.

Basically it's every crazy and wanna-be-crazy person in Tucson, in costume partying through the streets. At last year's procession, my friend and I saw a person shooting up in the streets, so my expectations were high for the '07 celebration.

How crazy you ask?

There were several people mourning loved ones - whether it was humans or animals - understandable and not that crazy. One woman was screaming throughout the parade "Where's my Pené?" She was holding up a paper and almost crying in search of her "Pené."

She came up to me and then asked if I had seen her "Pené," a white comb she had lost a year ago at "this very procession." Crazy.

I told her I hadn't seen it, before I offered my apologies and prayers that she would soon find her precious comb. The weirdest part of all this is that she appeared fairly Anglo, but all her screams were in Spanish. I guess the comb only spoke Spanish.

The goal of the parade according to the website is to, "experience grieving, reverence, release, opening, joy, and closure with thousands of other participants in a safe environment, at the level you wish to participate."

It was founded in 1990 by a woman who decided to best way to remember her father was with an insane street parade, according to the site.

The picture at the top shows a burning urn, which was the grand finale of tonight's parade. The urn was filled with these prayer forms, for people to mourn whatever and whoever.

I'll let the pictures do the rest of the blogging.

A weird-ass penguin.

Crazy animal skeleton-thing.

Remember that weird stick-juggling game that was really fucking lame in second grade? Well it's pretty much life-and-death for this guy. I have never seen anyone more focussed in my life until I saw this guy and his glowing, neon stick.

This man had a huge snake in the middle of the crowd. That didn't bother me. However I bugged the fuck out when I realized the dude had sliced his tongue to match his snake's. That's going to disturb me for at least a month.

This took place during the finale, this ghost (best pic I could get) floated in the sky, suspended from huge balloons and still tied to the ground. After staring at it for 30 minutes I realized there was a person inside it, eventually the person ripped the whole angel-get-up off and then did crazy acrobatic tricks in the air until the urn burning. (better pic I stole)

My friend the Beit Machine and some wild Mickey.

A really trill take on politics.

My friend Seth and I with some huge furry dog.

The whole night I was rocking a green bandanna my friend gave me (next year it will be on with face paint and costumes). My friend comes from a small town in Rhode Island named Chepachet, where the regional dance is called "bloaking." This was my attempt at it.

Here are some other pics of the urn from other people's flickr account, one of which had this line: "While the urn was burning, I chanted silently, 'May s/he, I/we be free of suffering, anxiety, fear, and dis-ease. May s/he, I/we experience joy and expansive well-being.'"

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Bums, Bron and Bees

Apparently the bum described in yesterday's post, may only be half-bum as he might have a job according to Tarny, who writes:
While my bum story might not be that good, but I actually sat with that bum for a half my freshman year at a UA game. The very same bum that Brett ran into on the bus. He's actually not a bum, you may see him selling Eegee's at events like baseball games in the future.

I didn't get season tickets my freshman year, so I went down to buy a scalped one, and this guy was selling them cheap, and his seats were really good...to the right of the student section in the corner. I walk into McKale Center, get a pretzel and soda on Monopoly (Cat card) money and walk to my seat. Low and behold, there is this toothless bastard that sold me a ticket, sitting in the seat right next to it.

Generally when I buy scalped tickets, the scalper isn't going to sit next to me at the game, he's going to the straight to da weedhouse. So it seems this gentleman wasn't selling a seat, he was buying a friend because he talked my fucking ear off before the game even started. He had a copy of Lute's book with him, so this may have actually been my sophomore year (Marijuana effects the memory). He was wearing a Channing Frye white #45 with all the signatures on it and was really really excited about this team, needless to say after a few awkward high-fives I weaseled my way down to the student section behind the band. Of course this was before the first 8 rows were reserved for kids from AEPi.
Seriously I know more readers have crazy bum/Wildcat stories, send 'em in justinadler1@gmail.com.

From bums to Bron, here is the new commercial for the Zoom LeBron Vs. Apparently it's only out in China, but only a few more weeks until it's on every commercial break on TNT.


The commercial is nice and all but I need more Business LeBron. "Hold that, hold that thought, I'm a call you back." Nike, you gotta at least match that line.

Now on to the killer bee, Ghostface, who perfomed at UA tonight. It was a pretty solid show, but I'd like to call out the motherfucker who tried to sneak a wine cooler into the concert. This is Ghostface Killah. The man who worked on "Only Built 4 Cuban Linx." The Wally Champ. The man who broke Ma$e's jaw because he thought the "Ready to Die" album cover was biting the "Illmatic" cover. His Wikipedia entry reads, "Ghostface actually devised a way of dying Wallabees different, interesting colors, which were the height of fashion at the time." The man rocked a golden eagle and golden Versace plate. The man who wore a mask over his face when Wu-Tang came out because the feds were after him. This list could go on for 100 more pages.

How are you going to disrespect all of this and try and bring a fucking wine cooler into his concert? And get caught trying to sneak a wine cooler in the show? Come on now.

Also props to Tony Starks for saying "y'all n*ggas got a pretty ill team" in reference to the Diamondbacks.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Brandon,Tucson. Tucson, Brandon.

Tucson has a lot of bums. Tucson has a lot of Wildcats fans. Today I'm gonna let my cousin Brett take it away on what happens when the two intersect.

The following conversation took place while my cousin Brett rode the bus and sat near a homeless man decked out in a UA hat, a blue autographed Cats jersey and Cats basketball shorts. Also according to my cousin the bum had "more eyes than teeth."

Homeless man: So you go to the U of A, are you a big sports fan?
Brett: Yeah
H: Oh man, I'm so excited we got Williams, we've been trying to get here forever.
B: Who is Williams?
H: She's this great volleyball player, it took us forever to get her to sign on. Did you hear about Jameson?
B: No, who's that?
H: Oh he's this 4 star diver from Michigan
B: (Not wanting to look like a douche who knows nothing about sports) Did you see that big basketball recruit practice here last weekend?
H: Oh you mean Brandon Jennings?
B: Yeah.
H: Oh my God! This is his autograph right here! (emphatically points to autograph on his jersey) I was at the practice until they kicked me out. I wasn't able to go to the open practice so I showed up to the next practice. Jennings was cool and he gave me his autograph. When the cops tried to escort me out I told them to ask Jennings if he wanted me to stay. He definitely did...
B: Wait, they kicked you out?
H: Yeah I couldn't make the open practice so I went into a later practice. As the cops were escorting me, I kept yelling for Brandon. He definitely wanted me to stay.
B: Wow, that's a hell of a story.

Welcome to Tucson Brandon. If you like going out in public, you might want to get used to being accosted by one-toothed bums.

If you have any ridiculous Wildcats sports stories, that can match or beat a homeless man bragging about a Brandon Jennings autograph, send them in to justinadler1@gmail.com. You won't get anything, but having "Where's P-Mac contributor" on your résumé will definitely impress any employer.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

My favorite toy bodega

In the second part of what's turning out to be a Where's P-Mac series of things I like in Tucson, I'm going to introduce the masses to LuLuBell Toy Bodega.

LuLuBell Toy Bodega is one of my favorite places in Tucson because it's one of the few places where I don't feel like I'm in Tucson. It has the urban-artistic-cool that I haven't found in any other Tucson store.

I'm going to let this article I wrote for a class last spring do the rest of the talking...

Upon entering LuLuBell Toy Bodega, 429 N. Sixth Ave., a Jesus Christ action figure in a full astronaut suit, toy rabbits smoking cigarettes, and bizarre, plastic monsters indicate this might not be your average toy store.

The 29-year-old store owner with shaggy hair, piercings galore and tendrils of tattooed vines creeping up his neck confirms that this is no ordinary store..

The toys are technically called “urban vinyl,” according to the store owner Luke Rook, but describing the product Rook also labels as “sheer randomness” is not easy.

“It’s surreal sculpture with a sense of humor,” said Dawn Tenebruso, a nurse, who has about 60 pieces of the art scattered throughout her house.

“It’s an addiction,” said Adan Delagarza, a photography senior at the University of Arizona, who estimates he has accumulated 75 to 100 pieces in the two years he has been collecting.

The toys range in size from one inch to three feet and are priced from $4 to $400.

They are all works of various artists, some who solely produce toys and others who have gotten into the toy market after working with more traditional forms of art.

The store has books by several artists, urban-art magazines such as Juxtapoz, related comic books and other pieces of literature that relate to the store’s product.

“I’m always online looking up new toys and new companies. It’s something I love, so it’s not really work,” said Rook, who offers a diverse selection of urban vinyl to appeal to all of his customers.

His primary clientele consist of middle-aged, affluent men who look to “recapture their childhood” by frequently buying new toys, according to Rook, who is also the store’s sole employee.

“I feel like a little kid opening a box of Cracker Jacks. It’s kinda dorky that I get this excited over toys,” said Tenebruso.

Rook opened LuLuBell Toy Bodega four years after returning from a two-year stay in Taiwan, where he taught English. He said the Taiwanese were much more passionate about collecting toys and that is where his love for toys began.

Before opening his own store, Rook’s résumé included telemarketing, selling siding for Sears, delivering pizza, body piercing and being a romance specialist at Fascinations.

“I never knew I was going to open a toy store,” said Rook, who was born and raised in Tucson.

He opened the store after growing tired of traveling to Los Angeles and San Francisco to bring back bags of toys. LuLuBell Toy Bodega is currently the only urban vinyl store in Arizona, according to Rook.

Rook’s own personal collection contains around 1,000 pieces.

“I have stuff in the shower, in the medicine cabinet, in the fridge and in the freezer. I like to put (the toys) in places that I look. When you open up your fridge and you’re moving toys to get the juice, it has more of a personal touch.” Rook said.

Rook named the store in homage of his late father who called him “Lulu bell” when he was a child.

LuLuBell Toy Bodega has been in its current location in the art district on Sixth Street and Sixth Avenue for the past five months. Originally, Rook opened his shop on the corner of Sixth Street and Campbell Avenue.

“I totally miss the hot pink and lime green,” said Rook, reminiscing on his first store’s lively color scheme. “But this store (attracts more customers) and it has a more open atmosphere,” said Rook on the high ceilings and wall-sized windows of his new store.

Rook hosts events at his store at least once a month. The events display new toys or showcase various types of art produced by locally or nationally recognized artists. Rook uses music to set the ambience for the evening. At his last event, a live disc jockey controlled the musical atmosphere.

“I try to bring a bunch of groups together and expose them to different kinds of art,” Rook said.

His biggest event was an auction featuring dolls customized exclusively for the event by urban artists. Rook said about 500 people attended the event throughout the night and he donated a portion of the proceeds to a local non-profit organization.

Rook is passionate about his shop and is able to provide a detailed history of each toy in the shop.

Rook has enjoyed his entrepreneurship, “It’s interesting to see all the walks of life who can appreciate sheer randomness.”


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I've attended two of Luke's galleries and they were both incredible if you like art at all or just seeing different walks of life you should definitely go to one of Luke's galleries. The first one I went to featured an artist's whose name I have since forgotten, but I do remember admiring some the art while eating some pound cake and drinking the room temperature Tecates that Luke offered the patrons.

The second gallery I attended was for Chirs Dacre's "War is Fun" felt-art installation. The walls of the shop were covered in massive felt murals of wild creatures engaging in war. Aside from the overwhelming art it was cool to see the different types of fans, which included a man wearing a wig, spaghetti strap top, long skirt and roller skates.

LuLuBell Toy Bodega is worth a visit and if I wasn't scrapping along with a college budget I'd be waist-deep in an urban art addiction. The only toy I've ever bought is this little sneaker head, which proudly stands among my Dennis Rodman figurine collection.