Data cap and drifting


AT&T have been data capping us for the last week. Between youngest son’s finals and my small business, with ongoing projects, time is slowed down! No internet connections. New arrangements are being made. New internet and TV services are in process.

My second time going to Target during this long pandemic because a phone line comes with the new service. I found only two for sale.

I told the young salesman at Target that I was looking for an old time phone with a Rotary Dial, he said,

“This is the only old time phones now a days.”

Black, slick and rather fancy land line electronic modem I thought.

Yet He held up exclamation hands as I laughed out loud. I thought he would think me strange but instead smiled along!

Walking away I saw the small record highlights section in the store. The Go Go’s above Credence Clearwater Revival. I felt a dark kick in my belly. Well that about does it.

I sure am drifting in this place of extra extra over indulgent mass media …

At home I put the laundry in the wash. Moving slowly I went outside to cool my feet in the pool. Feeling blue and contrary … then a sparkling tiny clear exoskeleton caught my eye. On top of he water as a feather was a special sight.

Praying mantis is growing in my garden shedding exoskeletons. With one are thousands … and one glorious holy skin randomly drifted my way !? Now that is the good news my heart craves!

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It is frankly no one’s business but her own.

Christine Blasey Ford the brave watercolor by Hudley Flipside

May/5/2022

The Honorable Amy Coney Barrett

The Supreme Court of the United States

One First Street N.E.

Washington, D.C. 20543

Dear Amy Coney Barrett,

“Love is a chain of love as nature is a chain of life.”

Truman Capote

As a mature woman of 64. I have watched and experienced the lovely civil and women rights movements grow and flourish upon our land. It was never easy. Protests for a movement must be loud and strong to be heard. I am asking that you let Roe Vs. Wade be untouched.

As a religious studies major, I have witnessed that diversity holds this country profoundly tighter together. We are diverse cultures of the wealthy, middle class, and the poor. Faith is beautiful to behold but not when it enforces laws on “we the people” or “we the women,” it then becomes an unjust distortion.

Conservatism and liberalism are a battle going on in this country, neither should take away from a right of a woman to choose for herself. Womens’ healthcare needs to be stamped with private. Whatever a woman does is between her and her doctors. We need the best healthcare and more Planned Parenthood clinics. We need more compassion and less restrictions as created trouble current trouble by the Supreme court.

In my life I have had two abortion, two miscarriages and have given birth to two healthy boys. At 18 I was group raped so I had the freedom to have an abortion. Later I was not ready to raise a child on my own and at two weeks had another abortion. After I was older and married, I had two painful miscarriages that broke up my first marriage. At 31 I married again and now have two bright boys ages 21 and 30. One is studding Geophysics, and the other is working as a software engineer. My husband is a respiratory therapist who has been at the heart of the COVID19 pandemic. He has saved more newborn life than most. Life is precious.

Luckily, I had a Planned Parenthood clinic to go to for both abortions and the government to help me with my first birth. For the last twenty years life has improved and now we have full medical insurance coverage available, as my second birth was so guided.

As my narrative shares it is clear that youth, rape, and poverty are the highest percentages for abortion cases currently.

I hope you will do all that you can to see that this is real. If you lived through the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s you must see that we can not go back to how it was but must continue to move forward.

Don’t shame yourself or this country by looking down upon any woman who may have to make this very difficult decision to have an abortion… it is between her God, her faith, her doctors, and herself. It is frankly no one’s business but her own.

Thank You,

go to… Teepublic … The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing

“Black on grey is bitchin’ … it is a turn on!” Said the anarchist punk. “Something is kinda obscure . Kinda hidden ready to emerge. It messes with ya, kinda like a oxymoron… time for a Guinness and orange juice!”


You can’t dismiss what is gone before
But there’s foundations for us to explore

I said –
All around the world I’ve been looking for new

– The Jam


In my cave I see the world around me. Here on WordPress all around the world… A type of paradise is here in my cave though. Outside nature grows and sings a Dionysian choir of loveliness. I create in my cave listening to the call.

Now I am promoting Direct To Garment Printing. Kind of like the Amazon Print on Demand books… print up only what friends purchase…. No waist… all around the world baby…still wrenching it … trying to cause considerable trouble in a humble sort of way… so it goes,

“la dee dah…all around the world.”


Hudley Flipside

Tee Public The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing

https://www.teepublic.com/user/the-semianry-of-praying-mantis-publishing

a senior citizen explosion….

Hudley’s Literary Salon

Happy Independent Bookstore Day

A wrench in the machine, however achieved, to get your words out for others to read!


Welcome….

Johannes Gensfleisch zur Laden zum Gutenberg (/ˈɡuːtənbɜːrɡ/;[1] c. 1400[2] – 3 February 1468) was a German inventor, printer, publisher, and goldsmith who introduced printing to Europe with his mechanical movable-type printing press. His work started the Printing Revolution in Europe and is regarded as a milestone of the second millennium, ushering in the modern period of human history. It played a key role in the development of the Renaissance, Reformation, Age of Enlightenment, and Scientific Revolution, as well as laying the material basis for the modern knowledge-based economy and the spread of learning to the masses.[3][4][5][6] Wikipedia


If today is support your independent bookstore day, then I say do support them in all the variables of delivery.

“Author events at independent bookstores sometimes take the role of literary salons [2] and independents historically supported new authors and independent presses.” Wikipedia

Patron Saint of Books, Publishers and bookstores….

Grateful for my publishing patron saint the Praying Mantis.

As one who has an independent bookstore in my bedroom converted into an office. I found that the definition of what a independent bookstore is has delightfully changed.

Seems to me that most independent bookstores are sole proprietorships. I remember a book I read once about a woman in England who opened a bookstore. In the back she also published books. In the front of her building, she had a coffee-tearoom and to the side an adjoining art gallery.

It has always been in the back of my mind to have a similar setup.

I have been in the printing or publishing business since I first took a printing class in high school while enrolled in a graphic art course at a local occupational school. Oh Ya!

My first job was pasting numbers in books for an adult book publisher.

The holy X-ACTO knife, the printing press and the revolutionary Xerox printing machine helped create and promote a thousand hubs and underground scenes; flyers and fanzines do come to mind!

And though I have not found independent books stores as agreeable to new or independent authors, some of my favorite books in my bookcases are from independent bookstores.

As a sole proprietor of an independent publishing company, I celebrate today. I love books … even crazy little comic books.

I even appreciate the eternity of dust on my husband’s infinity of chess books in our home. All purchased from independent chess book publishers and bookstores.

Over 40 years I have had this X-ACTO knife case and knife…

As I have said I run an independent bookstore from my home. A bedroom converted into an office. There is a coffee machine in the kitchen, unique art on the walls, and candles burning bright. The same smell that once filled the independent bookstore known as the Bodhi Tree in West Hollywood.

My point being publishing houses and independent bookstores come in all shapes and sizes. Good grief, nowadays one must be creative! Hardcover books smell great and are still a revelation to hold close to ones’ heart.

I have a publishing house that engages with print on demand. I support publishing all around the world this way.

From William Blake’s funky imaginative little self engraved publications to the revolutionary pamphlets of Thomas Paine. To all means of fanzines, paperbacks, and dirty magazines. To a local building, a suite, or online indie / DIY publishers who grew through this ridiculous pandemic.

Cheers! To all independent bookstores, publishers and most importantly to the ones who write.

Much Ado …

Hudley Flipside

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing


All money from book sales flows into a pool-bank to be put forth towards “in-process;”  Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary Film.

Epeisodion One… between the songs are the staff punks. Those who created a music fanzine.


Below are two independent publishers. I am included with other writers. A compilation of stories to share. Happy Happy!


Rare Bird Books.


HoZac Books.


The Call Of the Holy Baubo Protagonist!

The call of holy Baubo is strong now.

The evil shadow of history comes forward again…

The highest court of our land is making it impossible for women to care for their own bodies. When women are deflowered or devalued it is time to look at the other sex… the male, especially all conservative moronic males, and their bitches…. Time to address their sperm and ask the big question,

“If a man gets a woman pregnant without the holy affirming blessing of the great Baubo herself, then off with his balls, or head … whichever. What do you think about that justice?”

Baubo’s theme song…. always and forever.


The Yucca Poem



Upon the wall was a painting
Simply framed of a Yucca plant
My parents’ home enfolded it
Hanging on the living room wall
always smiling at me
The artist’s hands painted
it upon a wild hill
I looked at it all my life
From babe until the painting
Was stolen away after
my parents’ death.
It had a constant white bloom.
Curiously I looked
at the flower many times
I am sure it sung me to sleep.
The Yucca is a wild plant
Growing along
The aromatic California
coastal ranges
further into the valley and hills
Tall thin and tenuous
boldly spread throughout
valley canyons.

Yucca calls us to our
nobility of character
Yucca calls us
to a wild uniqueness
Singing if you listen quietly
A hum older than we know.

Just call me HUD…

Once at a pub a guy came up and said, “What do I call you HUD, Hudley Flipside or Holly?” I told him, “… just call me what you want…. ‘Hey you’ will do.”

At the Pub

I struggled with the name Hudley Flipside but now I have a solid feel for it as my good writer’s name that has history and contemporary standing as a dame to be reckoned with. Over 40 years now!

Being a behind the scenes punk was fun. It was a lot of hard work and was often boring. Such as picking up the mail every day, typing endless words written by punkers whose writing was hard to read. When no one else would do the work, I did it.

For all the good punks celebrations going on around here. I want to join in and say a little something about the Hudley Flipside name. My last name was Hudson. Someone called me HUD… maybe X-8… and it caught on. Or maybe it was some one from a band before Flipside Fanzine… who knows?

The point being it became my name as a publisher and co-owner of an underground punk Fanzine. I am kind of put upon to say that I did not think the “punk rock community” would be so uplifting and supportive of itself. There were times in the 90s when I ran away from it and hated it. Not the case now.

I’ve learned to appreciate it and try to flow with the best of it. I am part of the punk community if I like it or not. Anyway, as I am an old dame now, I want to join in with one of the best pictures taken of me as a youngster by Al Flipside. He took a lot of them too. We had thousands of pictures and negatives just all around the place. Pictures of cats, bands and beyond.

https://www.amazon.com/author/hudleyflipside

Picture by Al Flipside 1979

Old post….. Today I was watching as the wind blew a whirlwind on top of a pool of water. It moved around as a tornado or Golden Ratio. A soft movement as it was. I wrote this poem at the end of a Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine CATALOG that I put together. I was most likely 25 or 26, maybe younger or older. A 1980s me. I wonder upon where I was at back then? So goes my journey of Intellectual Property and gathering Flipside merchandise together. It was nice to see it all again. So, here is a place if anyone wants to know some original source of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. I will continue to look for more of it from the 1980s.

Who Cares?

Somewhere in a realm

of something true and light,

Is a purple flower!

And all who pass it

Can never find it,

Because somewhere

Between the loud

Music at shows,

And the morning after shows,

The purple flower

(Which is always shining)

Is lost in us.

This is tearing us apart

From what all of us could be,

Friends trying to

Understand each other.

Among all the dragons and desires

And lies

are the purple flowers.

Listing to people’s minds

and seeing their desires

Float through their

Personal orbits.

These mystical blooms

Are trying to reach

Some and help some.

Usually, I find myself

Painfully talking to

illusions of people

Who are disconnected?

From the reality

Of the purple roses and

Of friendship and of

Life.

The silent ear

Has died, no!?

The loud music is now

Replacing it,

Trying to scream it,

the truth,

but falling away

From the truth.

Is revenge or hate or gossip the trip

You take

or is the silent

Purple flower in your grasp!

… Hudley (1980)

Reverberating Punk Turn On


I know I am from the old end of the punk scene and there are many bigger streams and rivers. There are many tributaries of fresh punk streams feeding from this big history of a punk rock that flows into the main punk ocean. It is a vast body global punk rock family or culture. Be it mainstream or kids playing in small clubs or in their garages, or under bridges in Pasadena California. Many old timers like myself prefer it that way too.


S.W. Lauden, “Forbidden Beat, perspective on punk drumming,” had his work published in Flipside Fanzine. Jack Rabid, “The Big Take Over,” is part of this strange behind the scenes punks history thing too. Thanks… there is a lot of old-timer punk hubs mixing with fresh punk hubs going on around here. Glad I engaged in this again.


It is kind of unnerving to get promotion for myself by someone else. As many of you old timer punks know, I was one of those behind-the-scenes punks. It was some strange rule that we could not put our face in the picture.

It has flipped around and now all the good “behind the scenes punks” are getting some acknowledgement for their love of this vast punk rock culture.

If it is the Circle Jerks playing endless shows into eternity, GBH reverberating their 40th Anniversary of the release of City Baby Attacked by Rats, or bands playing all over the place like Love Canal and Agent Orange.

Funny I have tried now and then to ditch this bizarre community, but I get chased down and pulled back in. Now I have surrendered and started to do what I learned back in the day of my “youthful rebellion” which is to create and document. For me it is always the fun of learning while in process.

The other day my husband and I were at a local pool place in the San Fernando Valley. Husband had on an Agent Orange shirt and a guy ahead of us in line made a sly comment. This guy and I started talking high level punk nerd talk. He just happened to be the original guitar player for the Grim, Shawn James. Kind of amazing.

Ya never knows how it goes, punk wise that is.

It is a curse that I have learned to ride with some annoyance of being turned on to life.


Hudley Flipside’s Top 5 Favorite Punk Drummers

https://bigtakeover.com/interviews/HudleyFlipsidesTop5FavoritePunkDrummers?fbclid=IwAR3eXTi3LgiPaRLmZkRKJdqVuecKoVYt9lYOh6rkCAqS6j2WvMywNrKvBJ8


Something’s a foot and I am not talking a rabbit charm!

I am on a journey with Rabbit or Hare. She appeared last night on the kitchen table. A large shadow in her shape.

“Light in the darkness, concealed wisdom, arcane information, intuition and the Goddess” ~ The Element Encyclopedia of Secret Signs and Symbols / Adele Nozedar


Earlier, I remember looking up into the night sky to see the Pleiades above the house. I saw the waxing crescent in place blocking me from seeing the seven sisters. I looked again to see a night star next to the moon. It was not a planet. I checked my sky map. The brilliance with a foggy haze made the night seem altered in some mystical way.

Nanabozho

So close to Easter I am a little amazed Hare came to visit. I cleaned my kitchen table off and put up my happy bunny on the table. I will make this Hare’s place! Honoring the presence of this shape shifting, sometime androgynous, multiple symbolic and multi-geophysical spirit.

Three Hares joined at the ears and running in a circle. terriwindling.com

I am waiting to see what story she is sharing with me. A newness, a new awareness comes forth. This is good news.

A note!!! I had a picture with my kitty and a Easter Lily . I took it down and got rid of the flower . I did not know !

“All parts of the Easter lily plant are poisonous – the petals, the leaves, the stem and even the pollen. Cats that ingest as few as one or two leaves, or even a small amount of pollen while grooming their fur, can suffer severe kidney failure.” I did not know ? Never had an issue but out it goes.