So I’m not always grousing and cracking bads on my good- and ill-intentioned brethren. Yesterday I let my hair down at Maverick Park and rocked a wee bit with the Krayolas, damned a brew or two to deeper digestions, and tried to hotwire a Mercedes/Swatch-produced Smart Car, rollcage-encapsulated older brother to the IPhone with seats, a/c, and wheels.
In between the understated and somewhat subliminal hijinx, I shot embarrassing photos of embarrassed people all gathered to give up thumb love for the energy answer radiating all over our park-pastoralized and slightly stinky selves, that matriarch of greenies: solar power.
While solar may have finally come into its own on the R&D side, we still need all hands on deck to lean on this damned Public Utilities Commission to do the right thing by creating workable provisions for the deregulated market pirates otherwise known as electric pushers.
Anyway. For a Sunday, that’s ’nuff said. Enjoy the pics. (Soundtrack by Grand Archives.)
Oh, and those Solar SA t’s totally rock this year. Teaser image top right is the front.
Here’s the flipside: