Damn good times.Also on:
During my sophomore year of high school, the Powers That Be decided to sell out the exclusive vending machine rights to PepsiCo. Now, being the budding political firebrand that I was, as well as a lifelong Coca-Cola fan (the south has always been one of the contested fronts in the Cola Wars), I took it upon myself to revolt in the face of what I considered an inappropriate public-corporate relationship. A relationship that created a monopoly within the walls of a building that the inhabitants were legally obligated to attend and had little recourse for outside alternatives.
Enter this artwork, lovingly painted in watercolor by my baby sister (who couldn’t have been but 6 or 7 at the time) in a show of solidarity with her heroic big brother, fighting the rent-seeking corporations in the waning years of the 1990s. We always have been a pair of rebels, even if we rebel in different ways.Also on:
I always wanted one of these tabletop pinball games when I was a kid, but they were “too expensive” in the 1980s and early 1990s. I’ve been obsessed with the silver ball since I was a young boy–even going so far as to put “Pinball Wizard” on my high school letter jacket. A few years back, when she was living in New Orleans, my Mom sent this to me as a Christmas gift, combining two of my adolescent obsessions–pinball and Star Wars–into one magnificent gift that I have treasured.Also on: