Catching a flight out of California before it washes away into the Pacific ocean.
Saving the universe, one planet at a time. My musings and pointless drivel as I move around on this earth.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
California Snow Day, My Ass!
Well, it was pretty cool and everything the first day and a half. But there was no crisp and clear morning after. It’s been one full week of torrential rains, with no end in sight.
These guys here aren’t set up for so much rain. Roofs are leaking, streets are flooded, traffic is more out of control than ever, even the billboards are washed away and blinking randomly.
I wanted to catch a wave or two before going home, but who surfs in the wet rain?! I am looking forward to catching some sun in MI soon.
I made a road trip to Las Vegas on the weekend. I think I liked the drive better than the city.
Vegas puts the K-I-T-S-C and H in Kitsch.
And other letters in words and such…
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
California Snow Day
It's raining in LA tonight. It's the kind of rain you get in coastal towns. It's like a mist sprayed and suspended. A haze. A wet vaporized halo.
Tomorrow, the mountain will be bright and close, and the sky will be blue, the air: a crisp 65 degrees of bliss.
The surfing, sailing, running, skateboarding, biking, not to work going kind of day that is all wasted on me by the chains that bind us.
Tijuana and San Diego Weekend
Going into Mexico was a breeze. Parked the car on the US side and walked in. All welcome!
They do seem to think that the tourists love those donkeys. They are everywhere munching on corn husk and attracting no attention whatsoever.
Yeah, I have seen this place before; they called it Bombay but it felt a lot safer.
Yup, Tijuana was all class!
Dante wrote some detailed descriptions of this border crossing back into the US. The walking line took 4 hours. There were Coyote vans that drove you across to the head of the line for 5 bucks a head, which took an hour. We took the van.
On Sunday, we rented a sailboat and sailed on the San Diego Bay. Then there was the pleasant surprise of catching the fireworks on the city skyline.
The ghost that haunts this city.
The old seadog, visiting the pound
How many PhDs does it take to open a bottle of wine with a broken corkscrew?