Thursday, March 31, 2005
Buried in the bushes
Kind of tweaked
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
I am starting to see more of these back window memorials each day. Usually they are on the back of a old Astro minivan, or a pickup truck, but always the same "in loving memory…" I don't get it. Why do people do this? This kind of thing should be on a headstone, right?
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
I wonder if Douglas Sovereign Smith was one of the BSA leaders that came out against allowing gays in the Scouts? It would seem disingenuous, no? I wonder if viewing child pornography makes Smith gay, or just a friggen pervert. My best guess is both. I hope they have him on suicide watch.
Monday, March 28, 2005
... the camera phone I mean. It takes very poor quality pictures and offers little in the way of quality control. I would not recommend buying the model I have. (its a SAMSUNG)
You can read an account of the murder of Rhonda Maloney here. Her murderer disserved to die.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Friday, March 25, 2005
I understand that
I never get used to how ugly unplanned urban growth can be. Pioneer and Carson in Hawaiian Gardens is great example. A chain link fence keeps people off the gravel, and nothing but blacktop in every direction to facilitate vehicle movement. Add a little public art and the setting just gives me a headache.
Hawaiian Gardens is a stones throw from Cerritos, but the difference is like going from California to Mexico. Trust me, there is nothing Hawaiian about Hawaiian Gardens.
Did I mention that I am old (44), my knee hurts, my back hurts worse, and that my kid really did throw almost as far as I could? I've been playing disc golf since the 70s. I can count my losses on my fingers. I hardly ever lose. The last time was three or four years ago on a hilltop course near Lake Waco in Texas. That's the day I learned what chiggers are! What a day.
- I am very proud of my son. Great job Mike!
Thursday, March 24, 2005
It would seem that Bonds’ skeletons are coming out of the closet.
The Galvin Opinion has a great summary of the Kimberly Bell interview. Bell, who was Bonds’ mistress, alleges Bonds told her of his steroid use and that she saw the evidence of steroid use on Bonds’ body.
In the interest of fairness, I would like to point out that Bell’s allegations could be sour grapes. She is a woman scorned and could just be making it all up. Everything she said in the interview could have been fabricated. Nah.
See a good picture of Kimberly Bell here.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Monday, March 21, 2005
I find myself in a place where I am upset by this weekends attempt by the US Congress to subvert our liberty based on religious ideology. Today, a federal court judge heard arguments in the Schiavo case after the case had already been settled at the Florida State level. The Judge Won't Issue Decision on Schiavo Yet, but the Judge is expected to do so by email sometime in the near future. Schiavo's husband, who has been trying to help his wife realize her wishes, is again being subjected to a potentially lengthy court battle. This mess exists because of the confusion over what the definition of a "persistent vegetative state" actually means. Schiavo's parents reject science, reject independent medical evaluations, and reject the law of our land, they instead choose to believe a giggle or some other reflexive movement signifies sentience. Schiavo's parents are supported in their effort by the Right to Life Movement; this cannot be a good thing. The Right to Life Movement has an agenda, it involves abortion, and they are militant. Who is being irrational here?
Terry Schiavo died 15 years ago. Every assertion as to impropriety, abuse, or neglect raised by Schiavo’s parents has been disproved, in some cases numerous times. Schiavo’s doctors, and independent court appointed doctors have all verified she is in a constant vegetative state. Schiavo is never coming back, whoever she was, died long ago. Now Schiavo is a sad pawn of the Right to Life Movement and has become the victim of her own parent’s misguided efforts to save her. Schiavo’s personal liberty is the issue, she is being denied her right, as gruesome as it may be, to end her own life.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Today marks the first day of Spring. To celebrate, my family made its annual pilgrimage to H & H Nursery in Lakewood. It was wonderful.
Sorry Jon - I know you are still under two feet of snow, but his may be the best Spring we've had in a very long time. I wish you were here.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Incidently, Beautiful Atrocities is the type of blog that my blog wants to be when it grows up. That is to say, Deep Thoughts wants to be well written, relevant, and always interesting.
Friday night was a social night for a change. I normally head home and hit the books, but last night was different. I hit two bars for two different events. First was work related social entertaining. I bought a few rounds at El Teritos (on Hawthorn in Torrance) with some co-workers from Boston and Mexico. The bar sucked, but it was still good times. After event #1, it was off to Gameworks in Long Beach to celebrate the departure of two co-workers and the promotion of a third. Gabby, on the right in the picture above, was promoted, Nayan, on the right, is leaving for better pastures.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
I needed an entry for the Water category for Theme Thursday, this was the best I could do. It’s from a trip I made two weeks ago. The situation made for weird lighting. I had diffused sunlight from the Ocean and a mixture of outdoor flood lighting and ambient reflections. I think it helped case a warm glow to the foreground.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Sunday, March 13, 2005
I see more and more of this type of signage every day. English and Spanish words and phrases on street signs, in stores, and in public spaces, like at the courthouse. I think it’s cool. I took mandatory Spanish for something like five years in grade school and junior high school; it’s nice to have a refresher. Plus, about a third of the people I know speak Spanish as their native language, I’m sure it helps them too.
But I have a problem with this sign, and it’s not a racist language kind of thing. Nope, it is a why in the world did somebody put a 10 foot high sign, pointing at the only building within three miles, in the middle of a the only nice stretch of beach around Lake Perris? You can see the sign from two miles away! It is also impossible to take a picture without the Bano sign in the background. I mean, is somebody going to actually miss the fact that the only building in the area is a restroom? This is California baby, not Waco.
Sara, at least I think that is what here name is, was celebrating her father’s birthday at Lake Perris in Riverside. I was reading the Silk Road to International Marketing while my family swam in the lake. Sara and her three brothers asked me if I had any pop to drink, when I said no they when to their family and brought me one. It was cute. I shot a few pictures of Sara and her brothers with my new 300mm, only they all sucked because I did not have the focus set to auto. This is the only one that came out. She is digging a sand castle at the edge of the grass.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
What are the weird things you ask? Well… I got lost last night, and I never ever get lost. I left the lake to get some supplies, only to find the entrance closed when I returned. Try as I might, I could not find the second entrance because the city of Moreno Valley had changed all the road names, and had removed all the State Park signs. The only roads with signs sent me on long rides to the scary parts of town. I finally followed a homeless family, living in their dilapidated 30 year old RV. They were on their way to the Lake to squat on a campsight after hours for free (I know this because they parked within sight of me and I watched them get evicted in the morning). So, a fifteen minute trip turned into two hours of frustration.
When I finally settled in for the night, I was serenaded by the sounds of competing country bands coming from the dozen or so look alike RV/4x4/jet boat owning skinhead & goatee wearing rednecks who had parked around me. I was in trailer park hell… it went on till 2 in the morning.
Today I woke early; it was peaceful and quiet… for about an hour. At about 8:00 a.m. I watched as an Indian family pitched a tent as big as my house, and then filled it with a TV, a stereo, and furniture, all new and right out of the box. They promptly started playing bollywood movies and music… all freeken day! I walked by their tent this evening on the way to the head, they were dancing.
All day long a strange blond girl has been running laps while talking to herself. She is about 12 and might be special, she barked when I said hi.
A fat lady in the campsite behind me spent the day writing songs, which she’s been singing, while drunk, most of the evening.
A squirrel jumped from the roof of the public restroom into the stall next to mine. It scared the shit out of me.
And to top it all off, a band off hookah smoking teenagers are riding around (high) on their mountain bikes singing obscure Sublime songs at the top of their lungs.
Oh, I spent the day studying and writing papers. Fun, but a tad on the surreal side.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
I see this image each Thursday at 5:00 p.m. as I set in a class room in Irvine. I like the way the curtain drops a redish veil over the parking structure at Sundown. I keep telling myself to take a picture, but I usually don't bring my camera to school. Today I did.
So I was hiking last weekend and found this bike rack positioned against a boulder in the middle of freaken no where. I thought, wow, why would someone need a bike rack in the middle of no where, I have not even seen a bike on this trip. I looked around to ask someone, but did not see anyone.
I am sure it was a good idea at the time.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Rock climbing here is world class. On any given weekend, hundreds of climbers like this one are trying their skills against thousands of rated and named climbs. I used to climb. I miss it.
The rock formation in the background is about five miles away. The climber is about 20 feet off the ground.
I shot this one as I was bending over picking two-inch long needles from my left leg. The damn things were strong enough to penetrate my blue jeans and then dig half an inch into my calf. I had to delicately pick 15 needles out without breaking them. While picking, I happened to notice the view and snapped a shot.
Did I mention the needles hurt?
During a much needed Chicken McNuggets (and coffee) run during our recent camping trip, I happened to look up and see this interesting collection of angles and colors. Being colorblind myself, any combination of colors that I can clearly see excites me. Don't ask me what colors they are, I just like the fact that I see them.
A very cold and wet day in Joshua Tree - I shot this while standing in a wash facing this large rock formation, it is called Saddle Rock at Sheep's Pass. The Hall of Horrors parking lot is at my back.
I am told the climb is called "walk on the wild side" and is a Joshua Tree Classic.
My family likes to camp. This year we moved up from a tent to a tent trailer. The one shown here is a Fleetwood Evolution. It is made for off road use, but we bought it because it is made to last. We took it on a few rough roads this trip and it performed well. I like that it is built on a standard tire size with high ground clearance. Plus it’s small enough to put in our garage.
I still need to work on backing up with it, and next trip we will defiantly have tire chocks! Setup is a breeze. It took maybe 25 minutes. Break down takes about 35 minutes. It is easy enough to operate that my wife could do it by herself. Oh, and the propane fueled heater is quite nice!
This picture is inside Joshua Tree National Park at Quail Springs.