Jok-e-mon. That guy used to sit in front of Fat Slice and that mini mart all the time hustling jokes. Dude was actually funny though. Wonder what happened too him. I know his health wasn't too great toward the end of my time at Cal.

JimmyMcNulty;842122298 said:

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I lived on Waring St. between Channing and Dwight my soph/junior years (1984-85). Orange Man stayed in a basement level apartment on Dwight, just around the corner on Dwight. You could look in the windows right above the ground, and his apartment was painted orange. He had also planted a couple of orange tree saplings in some dirt areas along the sidewalk. I was walking by there one time just in time to catch the aftermath of a construction worker who had backed over one of the saplings. Orange Man was berating him: "Trees...are the essence of LIFE, you.....son of a BITCH!"
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Bubble Lady was of course a constant. She had a book of poetry that I bought from her once, it actually was not too bad. Her real name was Julia Vinograd......

And does anyone remember "The Man With No Face"?

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That whole crew was around when I was at Cal from '72-'76.
I always thought Orange Man must have been eating an orange when his mind snapped on a bad acid trip. I figured someone must have been taking care of him because those orange cotton duds he wore were always clean and he looked clean. He was a dead ringer for Chris Hillman of Byrds, Flying Burrio Brothers, and Stephen Stills' band Manassas fame (pictured below). Bubble Lady was a lot younger in 1972. I remember she had a bad foot. The Man with No Face was cruelly called the Dwinelle Hall Monster by one of my history TA's. Rumor was he was a professor injured in a chemistry explosion. I remember Moon Man (neat 1930's Buck Rogers era silver suit) and Holy Hubert too (freckles and missing teeth).

bearister;842122302 said:

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That whole crew was around when I was at Cal from '72-'76.
I always thought Orange Man must have been eating an orange when his mind snapped on a bad acid trip. I figured someone must have been taking care of him because those orange cotton duds he wore were always clean and he looked clean. He was a dead ringer for Chris Hillman of Byrds, Flying Burrio Brothers, and Stephen Stills' band Manassas fame (pictured below). Bubble Lady was a lot younger in 1972. I remember she had a bad foot. The Man with No Face was cruelly called the Dwinelle Hall Monster by one of my history TA's. Rumor was he was a professor injured in a chemistry explosion. I remember Moon Man (neat 1930's Buck Rogers era silver suit) and Holy Hubert too (freckles and missing teeth).

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Good call on Orange Man/Hillman, I hadn't made that connection, but you're right. From the appearance of where he lived, I'd posit that he did indeed have someone looking after him, maybe the landlord. But his apartment appeared very neat.

Man With No Face also got an interview in the Daily Cal while I was there. I believe the culprit was flesh eating bacteria, or a similar malady. I don't remember it being an accident. I'm sure it's in the archives, around 1983 or 1984.

We always called who everyone else calls Rare "Larry the Cat man". Larry used to hang out and talk to us at The Latest Scoop - the gelato place in the channing parking garage, which eventually changed to Christophers cookies, and now I think is still and ice cream / candy store. Anyway, my good friend worked there and we would sit around, chat with Larry, and ask him to do push-ups. Which he did.

beelzebear;842122061 said:

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Seriously, no Bubble Lady?

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Julia, the Hare Krishnas, and Pink Cloud- the Berkeley of my youth.

Interesting to see Oski on the list- cause that's pretty much exactly how my longtime Berkeley friends treat my Cal fandom- as just one more Berkeley eccentricity.

Dang, we had to be there the same years, Jimmy ! I remember all those guys. I saw "Man with No Face" once on my way back to my apartment with a slice of Blondies, kinda lost my appetite.

- Bunk

that the fraud known as Running Wolf gets credit for the tree huggers. That slimy SOB, what, spent a few hours over various days in the trees. When the guy that actually lived in the tree for a full 2 years gets no recognition at all.
No matter what your position on the tree sit was, that dude should have your respect. He didn't come down until the university built a frickin' scaffolding all the way to the tippy top. It's as much the university's fault it took 2 years as his. He got the dance partner he requested. 2 freekin' years in a tree and no one knows his name. On the other hand, chicken $hit running wolf gets the infamous credit. It just ain't right.

Bears2thDoc;842122440 said:

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that the fraud known as Running Wolf gets credit for the tree huggers. That slimy SOB, what, spent a few hours over various days in the trees. When the guy that actually lived in the tree for a full 2 years gets no recognition at all.
No matter what your position on the tree sit was, that dude should have your respect. He didn't come down until the university built a frickin' scaffolding all the way to the tippy top. It's as much the university's fault it took 2 years as his. He got the dance partner he requested. 2 freekin' years in a tree and no one knows his name. On the other hand, chicken $hit running wolf gets the infamous credit. It just ain't right.

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Why should I know that guy's name though?

sandiegobears;842122366 said:

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Dang, we had to be there the same years, Jimmy ! I remember all those guys. I saw "Man with No Face" once on my way back to my apartment with a slice of Blondies, kinda lost my appetite.

- Bunk

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It was always something of a shock to see him, but I think his overall goal was to just be left alone. His Daily Cal profile was really kind of heartbreaking.

I got nailed by Donald with the red ribbon during CalSo...great indoctrination to Berkeley.
One guy who I haven't seen mentioned is the guy who would talk up the conspiracy that Stephen King and other collaborators were behind the killing of John Lennon. I was always impressed/scared at the level of illness that brings you to a place where you can create that elaborate of a researched back story to something totally implausible. The fun of Sproul...

NWBear90;842122526 said:

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I got nailed by Donald with the red ribbon during CalSo...great indoctrination to Berkeley.
One guy who I haven't seen mentioned is the guy who would talk up the conspiracy that Stephen King and other collaborators were behind the killing of John Lennon. I was always impressed/scared at the level of illness that brings you to a place where you can create that elaborate of a researched back story to something totally implausible. The fun of Sproul...

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Yeah, he had a theory that the Lennon murder was an assassination planned by Stephen King, Ronald Reagan, and Richard Nixon. He even drove a van with that assertion plastered all over it. He would hand out literature while wearing headphones and singing "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" tunelessly: "I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAAAAAND LET ME HOLD YOUR HAAAND WAKE UP BERKELEY!!" How could you NOT take that literature? It drew me like Popeye to spinach.

I also remember that Polka Dot Man briefly changed from polka dots to X's. Then he just disappeared.

mechaniCAL;842122085 said:

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I know some... basically he was a normal asian dude (body type wise) and I think he was hitting on this girl at some party (someone he really like), but got punked and embarrassed (or beat up?) by this other guy so badly that he like shut himself off and just started to working out like crazy... for revenge or that he couldn't stand being weak... something like that

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I don't know... that sounds like drunk talk. Either that or Triangle Man has some serious issues.

JimmyMcNulty;842122558 said:

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Yeah, he had a theory that the Lennon murder was an assassination planned by Stephen King, Ronald Reagan, and Richard Nixon. He even drove a van with that assertion plastered all over it. He would hand out literature while wearing headphones and singing "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" tunelessly: "I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAAAAAND LET ME HOLD YOUR HAAAND WAKE UP BERKELEY!!" How could you NOT take that literature? It drew me like Popeye to spinach.

I also remember that Polka Dot Man briefly changed from polka dots to X's. Then he just disappeared.

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One time the polka dot man crawled into that urn that is (used to be?) way on top of the concrete that is inside of Sather Gate. All you could see was a polka dot flag sticking out of the urn, waving back and forth.

He kind of weirded me out, I mean, no WAY I would get near him. Once, I was walking by him with a friend of mine -- girl who was not unattractive -- and he had his lips and the inside of his mouth sort of dyed red (his polka dot color)... I gave him a wide berth but my friend goes up to him and starts talking to him... comes up to me after and tells me, "He says his name is William."

Haven't yet seen it on this thread, but once here there was a linked article about how the Hate Man used to be a reporter for the New York Times.

CalBear68;842122236 said:

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I remember his truck parked in front of Harmon Gym on Dana Street when it was open to general traffic. He was also known as "California Al". Alas, I could find no photos of him on the web.

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My great-grandfather was the Crunchy Munchy Man. Here's an article about him that I found online: https://s3-us-west-2.amazonaws.com/d...9640106_03.pdf. I have a bunch of pictures and Berkeley magazine articles on him that I need to scan.

It would be great to hear your memories of him. Was the Ugly Man contest held on campus? Why was he also known as California Al? What else do you remember about him?

Thanks for your help!