heading into yosemite valley
heading into yosemite valley
a fitful angular repose
but sadly failed to disclose
a rusty spanner
and lashed rattan
All I can say is that after 6+ hours of driving, my heel is killing me. Marathon sessions but about a thousand pictures shot in between the brainstorms (braindrizzle?). Time for rest, but unfortunately the cats want food and a clean litter box, there is a pile of laundry, and I have no food in the house. Well, there's spaghetti. Hey, that's different...
I've struggled with various copyright issues over the years. My day job has bumped up (run over?) these issues repeatedly, as the digital world is pretty much at direct odds with traditional copyright laws. Even before I was a "real" digital media person, I had problems with students not properly crediting images in their web projects. This was back in the early days of the web (late 90's), and I had my own guidelines that I insisted my students follow.
The 35mm ltd macro lens that I've been waiting for showed up today. Ran out of light, but a few quick snaps/crops. Tomorrow it gets a proper workout...
Sometimes it feels like the damn thing just won't get out of gear. And to really make any progress (or to change direction), you need to be able to change the damn gears. Then again maybe it is more like being in neutral, where you rev the engine but all you get is noise. Ahh...perhaps the lack is sleep is due to all that damn noise.
I've played sports all my life, basically growing up on the softball diamond, then playing everything under the sun as a kid. Over time some fell by the wayside for various reasons.
no, I'm not that fat...the shirt is big and billowing
Simplify. Easy, right? Just toss crap out. Pare down. Just the essentials. And stop acting like a kid.
But maybe acting like a kid is essential. Hmmm...what a pita...
pr has been at it again, two Trower tunes and this favorite from The Band. About to embark on another perilous journey? Get back on the horse that tossed him? Maybe. More will be revealed...
What else do you do when it is 90 degrees in April? Head to Zuma of course. Small waves, cold water, tender knees.
Strings that is. A new gig rears its head, backing a very cool female jazz vocalist. And maybe some other bits...perhaps the "house bassist" moniker will come home to roost. 'Twas good to be back playing. Amazing what creating some live music can do wrt taking one out of their crazy little tri-polar head...
Funny, I don't feel neurologically challenged. Evidently my sinuses are though, and I have bubbles in the water on my knee. Hmm, carbonated knees. What will they think of next?
Sometimes I gots no timing. Had it all planned out...stop here, then here, then here. Of course the best laid plans...
At least I got to the last destination in one piece. And functional at that.
From some discussions at a photography site. I might not know what I'm talking about, but that rarely has stopped me in the past...
Three years ago there was a similar shot to this one, albeit two riders rather than one. I still have that pic on the wall. Funny how much water under the bridge during the intervening time, but sometimes you have to get back on the horse that bucked you off (Barry Lyndon not withstanding). So the shot recreated, solo this time, different time, different players, but still on two. Wheels that is.
Old Topanga Canyon Road saddle
A small gathering of pelicans at Tom Bergin's tonight. Rick was in town and is always up for a beer. Managed to round up one other besides myself (boring lot these pelicans these days), so it was just the four of us (Rick's wife rounded out the group). Much talk of motorcycles (Rick has a GS1150, Denis has owned a bunch over the years), cars, and the various people who post in OT. Always nice to have analog interactions though. The digital ones can be so...problematic.
Mostly I just want some analog sleep...oh, and the title is a reference to what I had for a beverage. I never drink and ride...
Down time. Couch night. Whatever you want to call it I need some. No, make that lots. Too discharged, need to recharge. Sleep, don't fail me now...
at least sort of
Well, I said I was hanging them up a few weeks back, but like any good aging player, I reserve the right to un-retire. Thankfully the doc said nothing was torn, but rather just fluid on the knee and said rest and ibuprofin. My first week of "retirement" last week saw me missing the beginning of the playoffs (our team was a last place team last season). The Avatars managed to win both games and advanced to the finals to be played tonight. An email went out yesterday indicating that our regular 1st baseman would be out and the team would only have 9 players. Having gone out with a 1-5 night hitting on the last regular season game, and with my knee feeling not too bad, I decided to give one last hurrah. Playing 1st base would be a little easier on my body, and I'd use a pinch runner when I was hitting.
When learning how to play the piano you should know this. The alphabet on the piano goes up to "G". Strange, huh? Also, never slump. It is bad for your back. Remember: no bamboo poles. Second, don't stare at the picture on the wall. Not that picture, the one to the left. No, my left you stupid.
No hot dogs either. So your dog in the summer heat has to go home where it's cool. Don't try to outwit your piano teacher. So the dictionary and the "How to Outwit Your Piano Teacher" book have to go. No dirty hands either. That means that your dirt sprayer has to go. You need to be properly clothed too. So put your pants on. And your shirt on. And your hat on.
Listen to the teacher. So the ear plugs and magazine have to go too. No throwing temper tantrums, so the "How to Throw a Temper Tantrum" book has to go. There! You look much better! Now go and hit learning piano in the bull's eye.
Not a red lantern, but plenty of symmetry
We live in an analog world - it is a continuous stream, and the concept of "being in the moment" is a personal challenge. While certain activities speak to this "flow", invariably our rendering of the world becomes digital; not necessarily in the technical sense (zeros and ones), but rather as slices of time. Yet a still image can capture a moment, and represent fluidity and transformation.
"passage" - Tunnels have always been a reification of transformation for me. We are constantly in motion on our journey, and despite the darkness there is always light at the end, and markers along the way.
"inverse" - Taken at Mirror Lake in Yosemite Valley, this speaks to reflection in our lives, and the fact that often things are not as we assume.
Add "firefighter" to the list of accomplishments. Another trip to Zuma today, but for some reason the rest of LA decided to go at the same time and Calvin and I spent an HOUR waiting in the line to get into the parking lot (note to LA County - increase staffing of parking lot entry when the weekend weather is in the 90's). As we creep closer to the entrance I notice that the Explorer in front of us has some smoke rising from it. At first I assume they're bonging out or something, and someone does climb out of the passenger side holding a cigar. But then there is more smoke, and then I see fluid dripping underneath the car, then it catches fire. I pull out to the side and in front of them and open up the rear of the A3. I see the 3 small water bottles (note to self: take the fire extinguisher sitting in the garage that was removed from the 911 before I sold it and put it in the car), but luckily Calvin points out the gallon water bottle sitting there (doh!). I grab it and run over to the car where they are trying to use their sodas in their cooler to put out the growing engine fire. I manage to get the underside out, then attack the firewall and put that out. Cue the fire trucks, but it was under control at that point. Of course most of the people in line then passed me as I got back into my car. People...
You know it's going to be a great day when you open the shower to see 3" of sewage. Party. And downhill from there she went...
After a rotten, and I mean *rotten* day, there was only one thing that could soothe the savage beast. No, not alcohol (though that might have been a decent addition). Rather music, in the form of rehearsal with a new combo. And the realization that I need an upright for some of this material. Playing behind a good female singer on "God Bless the Child", you just gotta have that sweet "thump." Started at 7pm, by 8pm I had somewhat calmed down from my festive end-of-day meeting. By 9pm I was lost in the groove and by 10pm I was exhausted. Didn't even have the energy to get on the bike. God Bless the Music.
Some things change and some things don't. But IBN (Italian Bike Night) remains. My semi-official "coming out". So to speak. As it were. Even after almost 2 years, the usual suspects in Santa Monica. Great people, good conversation (the track seems to be a popular topic), and nice bikes. Mine was the only Aprilia, but there was a KTM so orange was well represented. If only I didn't have to ride on the freeways at night. Still working on that mental movie...