Along with being a wonderful place to go home to Venice Florida also claims the title of “Shark’s Tooth Capital of the World.” This derives mainly from the abundance of fossilized sharks teeth that can be found in the tidewaters and washed up on the beach.
Each year the city celebrates its sobriquet (shameless use of unnecessary word here, just learned it yesterday) by hosting the annual Shark’s Tooth Festival.
Along with the typical small town festival fare like chicken on a stick, funnel cake and cheap coldish beer attendees can walk away with giant shark jaws or bags full of sharp little thousand year old teeth. It’s Florida kitsch at it’s best.
shorelines… Gulf and Atlantic.
“Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries- stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region”
- Herman Melville, Moby Dick
Powerful track by WU LYF ( World Unite Lucifer Youth Foundation for those of you wondering). So much energy. I love it!
Space shuttle Enterprise as seen from my roof!
You can see close ups of the space plane here.
It took me something like 15 hours to get from Venice Florida to New York. This documents some of that journey. Missing is footage of the room at Comfort Inn that Delta set me up with and the strange food I was able to get at 1 a.m. with my $6 food voucher…
A 9-year-old boy from East L.A. takes the excess cardboard from his dad’s auto shop and builds his own arcade. What happens next is sort of magical.
This video is so great. The power of social media and Internet giant Reddit put to a great cause. Well shot, well executed, great content. Someone even made a song about Caine that they used in the doc!
The folks who put the film together are trying to raise money for Caine to go to college. You can read more about his project and donate to that here.
Thanks for being so awesome Caine!
Happiness by Raymond Carver via Bryan Schutmaat
Happiness
by Raymond CarverSo early it’s still almost dark out.
I’m near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.
When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.
They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren’t saying anything, these boys.
I think if they could, they would take
each other’s arm.
It’s early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.
They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn’t enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.
