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VigoTheCarpathian
09-14-2012, 05:52 PM
Thank You Huell


Shush now, Tom. You just don't get it.

Huell Howser is the greatest. This SFGate (http://blogs.sfweekly.com/exhibitionist/2012/11/huell_howser_ends_californias_gold_pbs.php) article describing him as the "last sincere man on television" is spot on. For decades, he has provided the people of CA with countless hours of hilarity, wonderment and delight. You've never seen someone approach even the most mundane of subjects with such utter sincerity, interest and enthusiasm.

And he's been everywhere, in every remote nook and cranny in the state, top to bottom, side to side. I've lived here my whole life, done a LOT of road trips, and I can't tell you how many times we've watched his program, and everyone in the room will blurt out, "holy crap! I didn't know that was there... did you know that was there?... we should go!... that's awesome!" Plus he gets access to everything that the public doesn't get to see, because who's going to say no to Huell Howser? NO ONE, that's who.

He made Boron seem fascinating. You know where Boron is? It's the ninth gate of hell, out in the Mojave. But Huell gets to ride in the cab of a five-story Borax mining truck. And Huell gets to point a massive radio telescope array at Beetleguese or wherever. No one else in Boron gets to do that.

He will enjoy a long and healthy retirement.




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theresalwaysone
09-14-2012, 08:04 PM
Good night, sweet prince.

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3661/3646434328_b9390de04e.jpg

gaypalmsprings
09-14-2012, 08:28 PM
He's not dead.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/90/Huell_milk.jpg

kronz420
09-14-2012, 08:29 PM
I had the chance to meet Huell. He was a guest speaker at the hotel I work at and I was tasked with greeting him and walking him in. I introduced myself and told him I was a big fan, he told me he didn't believe me. I then told him I had just finished watching an episode about couples who slept outdoors, after that we hit it off. I told him my favorite was the coachella episode obviously and he responded with " You seem like too nice of a young man for coachella" He could not have been more wrong. One last thing, right after he got out of his car he took his shirt off and changed into his famous yellow button up, so yes I have seen Huell topless lol. It was a hilarious meeting.

ivankay
09-15-2012, 03:46 PM
https://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/2924_75157831714_8388483_n.jpg

Huell forever.

HowToDisappear
12-04-2012, 11:57 PM
From the LA Times: Huell Howser quietly retires from public TV's 'California's Gold' (http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/tv/showtracker/la-et-1128-huell-howser-20121128,0,6710999.story)

TV host Huell Howser and his humble but curious demeanor 'is retiring from filming new shows or making appearances,' his assistant says. Rumors of an illness can't be confirmed.


NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :(

VigoTheCarpathian
12-05-2012, 01:25 PM
well there is no replacing this guy. too bad

Huell and the Osmonds
http://www.calgold.com/images/assets/Huell-and-The-Osmonds.jpg

algunz
12-05-2012, 02:00 PM
Post the Huell is tripping video.

VigoTheCarpathian
12-05-2012, 02:37 PM
NKTSa-NT5Oc

fatbastard
12-06-2012, 05:56 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBGsdKjTbnw

marooko
12-06-2012, 06:44 AM
I'm getting his face tattooed on my chest. Or maybe my ass. Not but really, that's crappy, I wish him the best.

TomAz
12-06-2012, 07:11 AM
I wonder if the Bonnaroo board has a thread about television shows about Tennessee.

HowToDisappear
12-06-2012, 08:04 AM
Shush now, Tom. You just don't get it.

Huell Howser is the greatest. This SFGate (http://blogs.sfweekly.com/exhibitionist/2012/11/huell_howser_ends_californias_gold_pbs.php) article describing him as the "last sincere man on television" is spot on. For decades, he has provided the people of CA with countless hours of hilarity, wonderment and delight. You've never seen someone approach even the most mundane of subjects with such utter sincerity, interest and enthusiasm.

And he's been everywhere, in every remote nook and cranny in the state, top to bottom, side to side. I've lived here my whole life, done a LOT of road trips, and I can't tell you how many times we've watched his program, and everyone in the room will blurt out, "holy crap! I didn't know that was there... did you know that was there?... we should go!... that's awesome!" Plus he gets access to everything that the public doesn't get to see, because who's going to say no to Huell Howser? NO ONE, that's who.

He made Boron seem fascinating. You know where Boron is? It's the ninth gate of hell, out in the Mojave. But Huell gets to ride in the cab of a five-story Borax mining truck. And Huell gets to point a massive radio telescope array at Beetleguese or wherever. No one else in Boron gets to do that.

I really hope he's not sick, and enjoys and long and healthy retirement.

SepaGroove
12-06-2012, 08:28 AM
You're admiration for Huell is an inspiration.

I'm gonna get off my ass and explore California, for Huell!

HowToDisappear
12-06-2012, 08:30 AM
YES!!!

PlayaDelWes
12-06-2012, 08:31 AM
Tom, at least you have Police Women of Maricopa County

TomAz
12-06-2012, 08:43 AM
But we don't have a thread about it.

HowToDisappear
12-06-2012, 08:55 AM
CALIFORNIA UBER ALLES

TomAz
12-06-2012, 09:56 AM
DB-inQKXuaA

HowToDisappear
12-06-2012, 09:59 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uAYcHUP2iE

TomAz
12-06-2012, 10:02 AM
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HowToDisappear
12-06-2012, 10:10 AM
Who's that asshole? He's no Huell Howser. And Tennessee Crossroads? Sheeyit. That's no California's Gold.

Start your own Tennessee's Crossroads thread, Tom, you dick.

TomAz
12-06-2012, 10:24 AM
Well garsh, californ-i-ay is just plum better'n tennessee, yessirree darn tootin.

VigoTheCarpathian
12-06-2012, 10:38 AM
Huell certainly thought so

SoulDischarge
12-06-2012, 10:43 AM
I wonder if the Bonnaroo board has a thread about television shows about Tennessee.

Please refrain from acknowledging the existence of the Bonnaroo board. Everyone else has.

Drewski27
12-06-2012, 10:47 AM
He needs a giant statue of himself erected somewhere.

HowToDisappear
12-06-2012, 10:49 AM
Well garsh, californ-i-ay is just plum better'n tennessee, yessirree darn tootin.

Huell's from Tennessee. Proof's in the puddin'.

HowToDisappear
12-06-2012, 11:00 AM
Everyone who's ever been there has wanted to do this:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6BCHmLWyK4

They got shit like this in Tennessee? Hell naw.

TomAz
12-06-2012, 11:23 AM
Huell's from Tennessee. Proof's in the puddin'.

Well then, that would explain his provincialism, wouldn't it.

HowToDisappear
12-06-2012, 11:25 AM
Tom, you're a dick.

TomAz
12-06-2012, 11:26 AM
Took you long enough.

HowToDisappear
12-06-2012, 11:32 AM
That's because pointing out that you are a dick is usually superfluous.


But NO ONE DISSES HUELL. Not even you, Tom. Long may he live in our hearts, and in syndication.

algunz
12-06-2012, 11:50 AM
I just wish they would retelevise the Coachella episode.

HowToDisappear
12-06-2012, 01:04 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28w2Tc55PvI


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guJYc7gkV_U&list=UL


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=REWvLnNaAsA&list=UL


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E70eP-XLxH4&list=UL

marooko
12-06-2012, 06:52 PM
"Well lets see you get wet."
-Huell Howser

gaypalmsprings
12-06-2012, 07:08 PM
The Darkness Beneath Huell Howser

D. J. Waldie 4 Dec 2012 .

VOICES FROM THE SQUARE - Huell Howser has retired after nearly 30 years of producing and hosting programs for KCET, ending his career in Garbo-esque disappearance within almost ubiquitous presence. California’s Gold, California’s Green, Downtown, Road Trip with Huell Howser, and Visiting will be less seen, but Howser’s collection of more than 2,000 programs will go online next year through a new archive at Chapman University. His geeky ebullience will continue to startle viewers—and invite parody—for decades to come.

That Howser, in stepping away from his celebrity, has adopted Garbo’s pose of being gone but always around is of a piece with his portrayal of another type from the same Californian golden age. Howser was the best of the “folks.”



Historian Kevin Starr, in his series Americans and the California Dream, traced the story of the “folks” who came to California beginning in the late 19th century and identified them as Protestant, fundamentalist, mildly Evangelical, prejudiced, narrow in conventional ways, and stoic but secretly yearning.



The “folks” frequented the cafeterias downtown, worshipped at Aimee Semple McPherson’s Angelus Temple, gathered at annual state picnics in Long Beach to reminisce about back home, and joined the “lonely clubs” that were a feature of Los Angeles and San Francisco until the 1950s. The “folks” were mostly lower-middle-class Anglos, many from the border south, who came here—particularly to Los Angeles—for health and happiness in the sunshine. They found sunshine, at least.



The “folks”—however much they were mocked by later, big-city migrants for their provincialism—defined the everyday culture and politics of California past the mid-20th century in their expectation that the state would remain permanently theirs.



They managed one last triumph: the passage in 1978 of the Proposition 13 property tax limitation measure. State demographers now chart the back-migration of the last of the “folks” to former hometowns in Kansas, Missouri, southern Illinois, Tennessee, West Virginia, and Oklahoma—perhaps as many as two million departures since 1991. While they sojourned here, they had made California one of the whitest of states. Their departure has helped to speed California’s transition into one of the most racially and ethnically hybrid.



Howser—Tennessee-born, drawling elongated vowels, bursting with enthusiasms—chose not to leave. He has never, despite playing the part on television, been genuinely one of the “folks.”



For one, he’s better off than most of them, thanks to his business skill and a natural parsimony. He’s also fiercely unprejudiced. But the melancholy behind his fierce public niceness, the cheer that was supposed to make up for the regrets of the transplanted, still binds him to the “folks.”



And it was in their service that he went everywhere in California and embraced every quirk of local circumstance, all the while delivering warm gusts of wonderment that were only partially synthetic. He showed them the California that they had dreamed of—completely harmless but always interesting.



He wanted them to fall in love with their state. If only they had loved California as much as he needed to.



A long line of ballyhoo defined the making of California in the last century, so much so that sometimes California seemed to be nothing more than a sales pitch, only the hurrying spiel of a dealer in snake oil. But we still bought the pitch. We still swallowed the snake oil and, recognizing the amazing power of both, we made plans to repackage what remained of California for the next wave of migrants ready to buy. Our gullibility was matched only by our cynicism.



It would be a mistake, however, to lump Howser with the loud Bible and drum thumpers of that former California, ready to service your hopes while picking your pocket.



Howser played one of the “folk” as larger than life and cannily for profit (at least until he stopped, for reasons that are his own for now), but the insinuating glee with which he took on California had more purposes than the standard con.



Howser wasn’t just pitching the muchness of California, an abundance anyone should be able to see unaided. He was pitching the almost infinite otherness within the ordinary of California, particularly when California is considered with joy. I don’t know if the joy was a pose, too, like the piety of the minister who continues to preach after his faith is dead. But it’s hard for me not to see the subversion ever present in Howser’s joyous demeanor.



Howser told Los Angeles Times TV critic Robert Lloyd in a 2009 profile that his intent was to encourage viewers to begin personal adventures into the circumstances of their place, as if to turn each neighborhood joint or roadside attraction into the equivalent of the Mississippi River and to set out rafting with Huckleberry and Jim.



That, of course, was the sales pitch, backed by so much “gee whiz” that your teeth rattled. The product wasn’t a harmless field trip, however, but an encounter with the differences that reside, intractable, in everyday life—real differences between people, conditions, ethnicities, and cultures that can only be accepted for what they are and mostly with a smile.



Finding things beyond the bend in the road equally wonderful and alien—a kind of “aw shucks” cosmopolitanism—may be less of an enlargement of the moral imagination than some might want, but Howser never promised to redeem us in our broken paradise, only to make us more native to it.



In all those years of watching, the “folks” radiated their earnest pleasure back at Howser’s televised presence, happy to go the Beverly Hills dog show with him or the Los Angeles Super Show of lowrider cars or the contested U.S.-Mexican border or anywhere, in fact. They were happy to see him happy.



In numbers, political influence, and market share, newer migrants have eclipsed the “folks” who once made California in their image. Howser—the epitome of a Californian who wasn’t disappointed—may not have been one of the “folks,” with all their limitations. But by playing one on TV, Howser showed all of them how they might have been happier to be Californians.



(D. J. Waldie is the author, most recently, of House, in collaboration with Diane Keaton. He is a contributing editor for the Los Angeles Times. This piece was posted first at ZocaloPublicSquare.org … where ideas and people meet.)

-cw













CityWatch

Vol 10 Issue 97

Pub: Dec 4, 2012

lehorne
12-06-2012, 08:02 PM
easiest voice to impersonate. Take the New York Jew out of Seinfeld and it's pretty much the same thing.