Sunday, July 30, 2006
We watched the waves, sea foam, jellyfish, dragonflies, pelicans. We frolicked in the crashing surf (see the Sam video earlier). We dug sand moats and lounged on the dunes. It was quite wonderful.
And we did manage to "do our finances" this evening, thus meaning we didn't really shirk all our responsibilities. But that bookcase is still many pieces ...
...and we are starting to think Angel Island next weekend??
Saturday, July 29, 2006
"Ultimately I no longer think that it is a matter of who the best athletes are anymore it is merely a matter of who can afford the best chemist that is willing to provide the all-to-valuable masking agent(s)."
It is a shame, because this is such a boring form of cheating. And it brings up many questions, like what about LASIK enhanced vision? I prefer baseball's more exciting cheating ways: Gaylord Perry's vasoline ball, Joe Niekro's sanded down ball, stealing signs and Albert "Fuck LSU" Belle's corked bats (all well outlined in this content by Cecil Butler III.)
I look forward to getting past this biochemical concern and onto things of a more cyborg nature. Why didn't some of those comicbook supervillains just "steal" their millions from becoming professional cheating athletes. Rhino would have been an amazing fullback....
Dylan Martinez, Reuters
But we still went ahead and did a family hike this morning. The heat has dropped significantly since last weekend's record beating sun-beating. Today was a good 25 degrees cooler than the same time last week. There was a constant dew in the air and fog in the lower sky all morning, making the hike quite pleasant and even chilly much of the time. The limited visibility had notable influence on the pics. They still give you a good feeling of our "backyard mountain."
So, my Mom's youngest brother, Ruud is starting to find his way in the blogosphere. He recently posted some family photos, including 5 of the 6 siblings, and a couple of cousins. I especially enjoy seeing Valerie, the youngest of my first cousins. She was a "little girl" knee-biter last I had opportunity to visit with her. Watching people grow-up is fun. It is good to see a smile on her face so soon after losing her amazing father.
I got the shocking reality that I am no longer fun to watch "grow." Yesterday, I got a haircut ... and not only was it bad enough that the stylist had to do extra "neck-shaving" after removing the paper-priestly collar, but she tilted my head down and my chin splayed across my neck. Good times.
I am not sure why all my NFL posts have to be about the Offensive Line. I mean, I never played football at any more of a competitive level than losing team buys beers. I really have little understanding of the game beyond what commentators have supplied me over the years. However, there is something impressive about when you all of a sudden see this gaping hole open in a line of ferocious, 280lbs men, who are doing every possible thing to make sure that hole does not present itself. Perhaps this links back to my Episcopalian education, and the appreciation for the parting of the Red Sea?
Anyway, I just want to give a shout out to the retiring Willie Roaf. While Faneca (see above link) helped me appreciate the skill of the offensive line, Roaf helped me understand its presence. I suddenly understood why these guys were there. As a high school fan of the NFL (at a high school which featured no football team) I pretty much only admired the people who touched the ball. I assumed the only important job on the OL was the center, because he made sure the QB got the ball. However, suddenly there was a New Orleans Saint that everyone was talking about ... and he didn't touch the ball ... and his stat sheet revealed nothing, just a bunch of zeros. But, I thought I should start watching what he does ... why he was going to the Pro Bowl. Fortunately, 6'5" 320 lbs is not exactly difficult to find on the field.
When I watched him, I thought of my Star Wars figures of old, with their holed feet. Remember that, how the S.W. action figures had holes in their boot to insert in various play environment pegs, which ideally revolved for total action satisfaction. Anyway, once Roaf planted his feet and stood some Chewbacca-esque (might as well stick the theme) linebacker in a total stuck position, I suddenly understood why there were these other guys out there. There was no one-mississippi, two-mississippi, ... rule. He was the immovable object which every juggernaut eventually must face. And Roaf usually won.
OK, that's all. Mr. Roaf, I salute you. Have a wonderful retirement.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Which is cheaper?
12 ounce can for 75 cents or 20 ounce bottle for $1.25 … shoot, they both come out to 6.25 cents/ounce.
Which is better for the environment?
According to the Stanford Recycling Center (down 101 a bit) “Aluminum cans become new aluminum cans, car parts, or any other aluminum product. Plastic soda bottles become new plastic containers, fiberfill for pillows or sleeping bags, and car parts.” So, both can be recycled easily. Virtually everywhere I turn .. bottles and cans are given equal "recyclability" billing.
Obviously, the can has less calories, high fructose corn syrup and other bad things … but this is a rare treat for me, so it also has less of the tasty beverage I am seeking. I eat and drink way too healthy to allow 8 ounces to influence.
You know what I hate? When I purchase a carbonated beverage and it falls from a high vending precipice only to come out pre-shaken, ready to burst stickiness on my pool-cue resting area. Can-vending usually lines everything up vertically, so it comes from the bottom. … No luck, the bottle is on the bottom rack, too.
But this is good … let’s look at how to prevent disappointments. I hate when you get something from a vending machine and it just rests on the glass waiting to come your way … enenenenenenenennnn .. clunk … hate that. I should get a can. But wait … what if I press the coca-cola button and instead I am served a lime diet coke? That would be horrible.
Alright … let’s leave it up to someone else and my friends at justcurio.us, so I posted this question: Bottle or Can? Oh, I just got a response … that was fast!
“neither wad” –
right. Hmmm, that wasn’t nice. It’s that kind of charm that lost you the empire, my friend.
Oh, a second response, man these are coming quickly!
“I take it in the can” – United States
excellent. Makes me kinda want to move to the
Yep. That did the trick. The machine even has a little tease, “Thirsty?” Damn straight, I’m thirsty. Just writing this blog entry has given me a sandpaper sponge tongue.
And no new updates on the justcurio.us side of things…
Alright … time to decide. Or ask Google.
Here we go, a page titled, Soda Bottle or Can Pollution … oh, I hadn’t thought about my waste product trapping some harmless animal. Geesh, that would be horrible! Maybe I should get a can, so I can crush it and make sure nothing gets trapped inside. But then I might make a sharp edge that turns into a duckling decapitator. That wouldn’t be good.
OK, time to turn to our government … we have a whole department within
Oh wait, my mail icon is alerting me that we have a new answer to the question!
Oh bless you!
Yes, I got a Coke ... oh yum.
Now, the thing that bugs me is the fact that they conducted a phone "survey of bloggers aimed at getting a better grasp on who they are and why they do what they do."
Do they not realize that blogs are out there for general reading? ... there are little About Me sections and such. I really, really like Pew research; I have always found it to be extraordinarily clear, and usually quite insightful and timely. However, I question the need for this methodology. If you scan the blog universe, you get a good idea of the motivations, audiences (mostly lack of) and user demographics/psychographics.
I am not sure a phone survey would really provide MORE insightful info than just reading some blogs ... it is great in-depth stuff. You also get a more random sample through looking at blogs ... phone survey .. who picks up there phone anymore?
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
After such a fine meal, we had no choice but to head out on Highway 1 to Muir Beach to wish the Pacific Ocean good night. We only had 15 minutes of sunset ... but it was more than enough.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Steven Berlin Johnson, who wrote the incredibly great Everything Bad Is Good for You: How Today's Popular Culture Is Actually Making Us Smarter has made a request to link to this page of his site about his new son, Dean.
He wants to up Dean's Google page rank ... OK Dean, best of luck to you. I type Cameron Maddux into Google and I can't find hide nor hair of this site, despite it being www.cameronmaddux.com's re-direct and an absurd collection of the most minute Cameron Maddux thoughts. Darn you Mike Cameron and Greg Maddux of baseball lore...
So, actually, I'm kinda counting on you to help me out, ole (newborn) buddy. Best of luck to you.
Well according to today's Sierra Club e-mail:
California Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger joined a Sierra Club teleconference Monday to announce he will "do everything I can to protect our coast" and to fight against the offshore oil bill that the Senate is poised to vote on this week. He echoed the Club's concern that passage of the Senate bill could "lead to the weakening of the moratorium that has protected our California coasts for 25 years."
They are listening to my pleas! ... No, not about the coast; everyone knows we can't save the coast. Sacramento is only a decade away from being oceanfront property!
They are giving me the voice ... take a listen here. Unfortunately, they cut off right before he explained how he was going to personally swim to the depths of the Pacific and packmule about 1,000,000,000,000 gallons of crude oil sitting below the Earth's crust.
Now, I never go to the depth of these authors; most of my professional research is more qualitative analysis than quantitative. I'm only allowed the occasional description of numerical patterns. I'm certainly no savant on the subject; in fact I would venture to say savants aren't as fascinated by the patterns since they are so apparent to them... For me it is a minor discovery each time.
Basically, what I'm getting at is did anyone else notice that 7 (of the 22) teams that played in the MLB last night scored 7 runs ... and go, "cool"? (Context: the day before, all 30 teams played and only 2 scored 7 runs ... it's not like football where 7 is super-common or anything.)
Monday, July 24, 2006
I chose words... My ring is a reproduction of an 14th C. posey ring. The original ring is inscribed, "A vila mon coeur gardi li mo," in early French script. A contemporary expression would read "Ah voila mon coeur, garde-le moi," which translates "Here is my heart, guard it well." This is appropriate because my absentmindedness is well-known ... I am quite happy to relinquish my heart to my love. Also, the original ring can be found at the British Museum, London, in the Department of Medieval & Modern Europe. One day I'll hunt it down.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Nothing like doing a "favorite" rankings, no one can refute it ...
In college, I took and excellent Detective Fiction class for absolutely no credit whatsoever, I had used up my English Lit electives. However, Anthony had talked about detective fiction enough to make me want to understand it better. I have not stopped loving it since. My current 100 minutes of commuting daily turns out to be great detective reading time...
A couple of things:
- Detective fiction and mysteries are not exactly the same thing. One tends to focus on the mystery, the other on the detective ... I bet you can figure out which.
- The sidekick is a "fundamental" quality of detective fiction, while not being essential ... that may be a paradox; I'll leave you to figure it out. Perhaps it is a "red herring"?
#8) Nora Charles - Detective Nick Charles, created by Dashiell Hammett - The Thin Man and After the Thin Man are two of my favorite films of all-time. Nick's wife, Nora is a great sidekick in that she provides much of the set-up and delivery of the all important humorous element to detective fiction.
Nick Charles: I'm a hero. I was shot twice in the Tribune.While I enjoyed the book, I much preferred the films and Myrna Loy's perfect depiction. One of my favorite tid-bits is that Nora was based on Hammett's lover, Lillian Hellman (a couple with more double constants in their name than I can shake a stickk at). She was apparently quite the "tough cookie."
Nora Charles: I read where you were shot 5 times in the tabloids.
Nick Charles: It's not true. He didn't come anywhere near my tabloids.
Nora Charles: How many drinks have you had?
Nick Charles: This will make six Martinis.
Nora Charles: [to the waiter] All right. Will you bring me five more Martinis, Leo? Line them right up here.
#7) Alfred Pennyworth - Detective Batman, created by Bob Cane- What? But Batman's sidekick is Robin, you say? No way, dude. It's Alfred. Once again, he regularly provides the better humor. Furthermore, I think the most-telling sign of a good sidekick is that they a) have skills/attributes not possessed by the detective so that they can b) do things the hero doesn't, can't or won't do. This is not really Robin, but it is Alfred to a "T". Alfred is the physician and maintainer of sanity in the Bruce Wayne household. He also provides the simple perspective, when Batman (rarely) can't see the forest for the trees. Lastly, there have been several Robins, but only one Alfred.
#6) Joe Pike - Detective Elvis Cole, created by Robert Crais - Joe Pike is the first to come-up on the list of my four bad-ass sidekicks (b.a.s.k.). I have to say, he is probably in last place among the four mostly because he is the one I have read least of. However, he also tends to be very quiet (he thinks Clint Eastwood talks too much) ... not that there is anything wrong with that in the sidekick qualities list. One of the great things is L.A. Requiem is probably the best Elvis Cole novel and it really let's you into the world of a bad-ass sidekick. However, the reading experience is made better by reading some of the previous 7 novels. You think you understand Joe Pike's violent emotionless role .. then bam! he "turns" on you.
#5) Clete Purcell - Detective Dave Robicheaux, created by James Lee Burke. Robicheaux is probably my favorite detective, but he can get on your nerves. He is under some pretty complex emotional strain and quite introspective ... it's exhausting for the reader. Then Falstaffian Clete enters the picture and just kind of erases the whole emotional blackboard. His idiocy is only eclipsed by his concern for Robicheaux. When Clete enters the text, you get to take that deep breath that Robicheaux's mind never allows.
#4) Dr. Watson - Detective Sherlock Holmes, created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle- Most of the detective fiction out there is told from the perspective of the detective or third person. However, Doyle gave us Watson. Thankfully. Holmes is one of those people whose mind observed by the rest of us is like an Escher stairwell of mismatched, conflicting directions. However, he pieces it all together with smoke and violin. Watson is able to tell us the story. And remember how sidekicks are supposed to have different skills and abilities? One of my favorites is the fact that Watson is often wrong, serving as a great contrary to Sherlock's deductive mind. Poor fellow.
#3) Hawk - Detective Spenser, created by Robert B. Parker- Hawk is the original bad-ass sidekick. He is former mob muscle, retaining much of the necessary cold, emotionless grit. He is easily the most intimidating beast on this list ... When he comes along, you know that Spenser was going to come out ok. However, I knocked him down to third because he doesn't carry the personality of the next two. But please don't tell him I said that. (Whoa, was that a quip? sorry.)
#2) Ralph Arguello - Detective Tres Navarre, created by Rick Riordan - Tres Navarre is second only to Dave Robicheaux on the favorite detective list, so this combo is quite the power duo. (However, I am currently (re)reading the Navarre stuff, so they are very top of mind.) Ralph is a gun-toting businessman (owner of several area pawnshops) with a passion for protection and pot. However, he always manages to stay clean, never getting arrested despite his daily illegalities. He seems to be amoral like all of the b.a.s.k., yet he hold the stereotype of a San Antonio Hispanic in that he has extreme compassion for family and other loved ones. Whenever something goes wrong for Tres, you are waiting for Ralph to show up, because he hears everything ... and you know he wants to make amends. Ralph is also nearly blind.
#1) Mouse - Detective Easy Rawlins, created by Walter Mosley - Seriously, I think Batman would be scared of Mouse. He is a deranged killer who is more likely to shoot you than ...well ... he's just plain likely to shoot you. And he has been known to return from the dead ... and then shoot people. Easy Rawlins, like many a detective, would find himself in a kind a trouble where he needed certain people who aren't so morally restricted ... this is where all the b.a.s.k. come in. Detective fiction follows a formula. That helps make it so enjoyable. Even really smart people, like Malcolm Gladwell like the formulas of "genre fiction":
I buy lots of spy novels, not because they diverge from the spy novel model, but because they conform to it. I want my spy to have a troubled home life, and an impenetrable gaze and to be handy with a revolver.However, Mouse breaks away just enough to make the reader question the outcome. Most sidekicks are very predictable, they are guardian angels of the detective. Mouse is only slightly more likely to kill the "bad guy" as he is to shoot Easy or some other "friendly". It is an uneasy (no pun intended) comfort to have him in the scene. He is a killer, such as from the Devil in the Blue Dress movie:
You said don't shoot him, right? Well I didn't; I strangled him. If you didn't want me to kill him, why did you leave me alone with him?A bonus to the whole thing, Mouse is played by Don Cheadle.
OK, there you have it. Man, that was fun ... ranking and detective fiction rolled into one post: it's a guy thing. A good way to celebrate my last single night. Mary and Sam return tomorrow after being gone for 1 and 5 weeks respectively. I miss them so. I don't know who is going to get the bigger hug!
Thursday, July 20, 2006
[T]he eccentricity of Depp's approach sent ripples of panic through Disney's executive suites. Frantic phone calls were placed to Verbinski, Bruckheimer, and Depp's agent: Why is he walking funny? Why is he talking like that? Is he gay? Is he drunk? And it wasn't only the suits who were concerned: ''The first scene I did with Johnny, I was like, What the f--- are you doing?'' Knightley says. ''None of us knew if it was going to work.''
Depp was not to be deterred. ''It was just fuel to go further,'' he says. 'not because I wanted to piss Disney off, but because I believed it was the right thing to do. Finally, I said, 'Look, you hired me to do the gig. If you can't trust me, you can fire me. But I can't change it.' It was a hard thing to say, but f--- it.''
One of my favorite films of all time is High Noon (as I exuberantly explained to Eric and Pancake one party-filled night). In this film, you have the exact opposite going on. Gary Cooper puts on one of the "plainest" performances in the history of award winning film. According to the making-of documentary, Copper's performance live was unremarkable in so many ways, there were feelings that he just plain "missed it." However, when they turned to the film, the charisma of the character grabbed the viewers' attention and would not let go. Completely different performances, but same result ... The actor was allowed to move forward and carry the film.
I am absolutely fascinated by charisma ... personal magnetism. Working in research/observation, I get to encounter it quite regularly ... those individuals that just stand out for whatever freaking indescribable reason. The perfect mixture of perfections and flaws, personality and reserve, intellect and "just knowing" something the rest of us don't.
I also have to see absurd mentioning of "creating brand charisma" within the Services section of various consultants and marketing communications companies' websites. While I completely agree that charisma extends beyond a personal level ... many things have an indefinable magnetism. However, the elusiveness of it is what makes it stand beyond regular attraction. Therefore, people cannot help you build your brand charisma. It either is or it isn't. Charisma is not linked to trends; it does not appear in waves. It is not built or created.
Shoot, lunch hour blogging is about to finish and I don't have a point ...
Just whatever you do ... Don't let some charismatic schmoes convince you their company can pump charisma into your brand, ok?
Well, they aren't. (Ok, I am doing great, but still ...) I am starting to enter that "let-down" phase. Life has been so exciting lately and wonderful and busy ... the list of "Things to Do" had many interesting, needful things.
However, now it is all settling down ... the list is still long, but the items on it are not as crucial, exciting or worthwhile. Do we really need to figure out where to put all these freaking picture frames? Don't get me wrong ... everything is still fabulous. I still can't read most of the afternoon commute; I am too busy staring at the GG Bridge, the Bay, Angel Island, the windsurfers, etc... However, certain things are becoming everyday.
This blog post is about one of those. You know that noise cats make when they have a hairball or ate too fast and need to re-decide about that particular meal? It is a deep guttural sound, similar to a bullfrog or a chair that has one too-short leg and a hyper-child occupant. KnocKp ... Knockp. If you've ever lived with a cat, you know it.
Well, we heard this sound while chilling in the living room coming from the kitchen, which made sense, being as we have two cats and that's where the catfood is kept. However, we noticed both cats were within view and neither was convulsing.
Sure enough, this is some occasional sound which co-occupies the house with us, with no point of origin. It is perhaps related to the outdoor staircase adjacent to our place, the pipes, some cat-spirit from residents past (the problem with living in "paradise" not even the ghosts want to freaking leave.)
Anyway, it got me thinking ... we lucked out on the drive over. We had a set schedule with the cats in the U-Haul. In the morning, we would shove them in their kitty condos, where they would ride silently (mostly). Each day we would take a longer sit-down meal, where we would let them out in the cab and supply them with food, water and litter that we pulled from the back. Then in the evening, when we got to the hotel room ... they were released again with food, water and litter. In the morning, they were placed in the stacked cages again. Occasionally Mary would open one of the cages, so we could have "one in the box and one in the bush."
Anyway, we never had to deal with getting cat by-products on us. Adam had warned us that on his U-Haul drive from Philly to Chicago, he'd been poo'd upon almost immediately ... the windshield was caked with cathairs ... and other things that are just plain inappropriate for a morning entry. We had peace and quiet. Thank you oh Ancient Egyptian gods who rule over cats ... thank you for loving me way more than Adam.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Then I came across this picture from Christmas 1978. By the smile, you can tell that chocolate and I have always had an understanding:
Eric, apparently the red and blue thing started pretty early eh?
Anyway, these shirts seem pretty freaking cool ... you should go get one. I am going to wait and see if Sam and Mary are interested and then order away.
It was such a simple thing to make, and incredibly delicious. We didn't even need rice or anything, just the shrimp and salsa. In fact, you are going to be tempted too add other ingredients ... DON'T. We opted for keeping the jalepeno seeds in, and it was spicy! You definitely could leave them out if you want a "reasonable level." Mary provided some nice natural decoration to the patio dining environment.
Friday, July 14, 2006
For those of you who are curious ...
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Happy birthday, Dad. I pulled out a couple of pics from the vault (warning: my scanner is not very good). Thanks for helping make the move to Marin possible, well at least a lot easier. Much obliged. When I was just in Chicago, Eric and I were discussing my dad and the longevity of his career ... we realized he must be celebrating his 30th year at the hospital... geez, that is really impressive. For those of you who didn't grow-up with a physician in the home, the incredible dedication they maintain is really something. I can easily recall the sacrifices he had to make to his (and our) time and recreation in order to meet the medical needs of our community, as well as supporting his family. Growing up with it, you don't really appreciate it .. it is what doctors do. However, as I have built my own career and learned the importance of things like flexibility and freedom, I've come to understand what he gave-up in order to be a physician.
My dad is also "fishing" to me. I was one of those stupid kids that just didn't get the joy of fishing until much later in my life (much like two of my passions: vegetables and baseball). However, as I sit on the couch tonight and plan my creek/forest/ocean hike for Sunday, I know where that excitement comes from. As a kid, I saw fishing as early morning animal slaughter ... I did not realize the beauty of the fog on the bayou with only the smell of gasoline in the air (to this day, the smell of gasoline is fishing). A time in the morning when you are only joined by the waking sun as orange meets brown-gray water, giant egrets and steadfast mallards. I would hang over the side of the boat, thinking I was "bored" .. but instead I was gazing at whole ecosystems: watching life happen under the mossy water. I would eventually come to appreciate the skill and patience of the sport and the tranquility of its environment. Not to mention fresh fish on the dinner plate. Eric and Dad can both attest to the fact that I did appreciate the wind in my face as Dad raced the brown Monarch through the Atchafalaya. Good times.
My dad has also been incredible security to me. In an unsure world, with a mind that wanders and a career path in the shaky advertising industry, I have been fortunate to have his support. "If you need anything call." You get few of those people in your life; most get none. For that I am very grateful.
As always Dad, thanks. I love you. Happy Birthday. - Cam
Things left out of the interview:
"I mean, if you smoke pot most of the time, but let's say like 33 .. no like 25% of the time, you smoke crack ... does that mean I should label you as a crack smoker?"
"Or, like if you hit your wife say like only on weekends after a loss or smoking crack, but you're totally cool the rest of the week, does that mean you should be labeled as a spouse abuser?"
Footballers ... what are you going to do? Go Niners!
Mary forwarded on to me an initiative from the Ocean Conservancy, regarding "Protecting California's Coast."
I have to admit the images on the site got me nostalgic for Blue Planet and the propaganda stirred me, so I "took action." Which basically meant that the site sent an e-mail to Governor Schwarzenegger, expressing their views from my e-mail address.
Well, I got a reply fairly quickly ... from Arnold Schwarzenegger. It is amazing how a form letter from a known identity has so much more behind it (here is the closing from the e-mail):
Thank you for taking the time to write.
Normally, when I read such letters, I just give them the "blah-blah-blah" skim job. But once I have an identity to attach to it, and I can actually read voices and see mannerisms, suddenly thewords become interesting. I have received these kinds of things from people like Schwarzenegger, Obama, Daley, Blagojevich, Elizabeth Dole, Bush(es),
Now, Mary sent me something about Mayor Newsom's initiatives ... I tried to read about it, but I don't know how to mimic him yet ... so I quickly faded into imagining Commando standing at Point Reyes swinging a giant uprooted redwood trunk at ocean-attacking robotic bugs, complete with water-and-fish-draining elephant trunks.
Then I realize, when it comes to politics, I am part of the problem, not the solution...
Monday, July 10, 2006
Sunday, July 9, 2006
We are fortunate to live within extremely close proximity of Mt. Tamalpais ("Tam-ul-pie-us", but everyone says Mount Tam). Above is a view from the East Peak, looking down toward our home in Tiburon, to the left.
The mountain had some great trails where we found many opportunities to grab views of all of Marin.
And the occasional varmit could be found snacking. The Mt. Tam Tree Varmit is not to be confused with the Utah Ground Varmit. [It should also be noted that I prefer the coloquial var-mit pronunciation, over the correct spelling varmint. Moreover, I find these animals to be wonderful, fascinating creatures.]
Today was a bit warm and sunny, so we decided to head to the beach for our picnic, since it was blanketed in fog. We found the secret trail to Bolinas: where dogs and surfers walk the beach panting with joy.
The fog burned off shortly after our beach walk and the especially soft sand provided a great picnic and reading spot.
Yes the beard is gone. Of course in Bolinas, that meant I was the minority.
Saturday, July 8, 2006
Eric and I started Friday evening early with a few Coronas on his patio. Once Sarah made it home, we ... well kept drinking Coronas. However, we eventually headed out for some dinner at Rique's Regional Mexican Food. Great little place. We were going to do take-out, but when we walked by I astutely noticed the black bean dip they put out with the chips; this reminded me of my favorite restaurant in Dallas, Gloria's - best black bean dip ever. Anyway, it was decided to dine-in.
After a couple of plates of bean dip, salsa and some guacamole, I had rajas con hongos y queso: poblano pepper strips and mushrooms cooked with onions, cream cheese and epazote (with yet more frijoles negros). And of course the fresh warm corn tortillas. After a walk back to Casa Maddux, Eric came up with the brilliant ideas to go for ice cream. We walked to
A nice family evening with Eric and Sarah. Thanks to both of you; I had a wonderful time.
Friday, July 7, 2006
Like many bloggers, I work in advertising. The over-representation of ad people in blogging, is probably near the over-representation of white guys in our industry.Many people first decide to get into advertising because of one word: CREATIVITY.
When first going through the career-determination stage of life, this single word is a beacon of the reason that advertising fits for so many of us. It is not business because it is creative, and it is not being an artist because you get paid. However, once we start to investigate the industry (post personal investment), we discover that there are people who are the "CREATIVES." This is 98% the Art Directors and the Copywriters. The rest of the people in the business are therefore labeled as "NOT BEING A CREATIVE."
What a significant blow this is to the collective psyche of so many of the other people who got into the business! I'm not saying we aren't encouraged to be creative, nor are we not allowed much more creative freedoms than the regular business person. It's just that we sit under this constant label of "not being a creative," despite getting in the business to be creative. And therefore, you see many drinkers in advertising.
Ironically, the "creatives" drink a lot also, because of not being allowed to be as creative as they would like to be.
Wonder why liquor/beer ads are some of the best ads out there? We are the target....
"I was standing THIS far away from Cameron at the Whiskey Sky Bar at the Chicago W! THAT guy has some charismastia, let me tell you."
Yes, my first work travel after I moved to San Francisco has been Chicago. I flew in on Wednesday afternoon and have been doing groups the past couple of nights. However, I'm staying an extra night to hang out with Eric (beer and sports will be celebrated for sure). It is strange being back. I haven't even had the chance to miss the city.
I sure am missing Sam though! and I missed out on the Runescape game, darn it. I was hoping to slay a dragon for Mary or something...
(Found photo: AP Photo/M. Spencer Green)
Tuesday, July 4, 2006
You will see and hear some similar pictures and stories; however, now you will get it from another perspective, including personal details I fail to notice because I am watching the waves/birds.
We are excited about our little public journals ... It is funny how we will share something online that we had not told each other about. "Oh, I thought I had told you about that."
Anyway, she gives a pretty detailed, chronological version of our drive here ... so I am done with that subject. I know everyone has to be sick of the whole "The Maddux's move to California" theme that has taken over my blog. Mary gives a great final statement of the journey; thanks, darling.
So please feel free to go enjoy Mary's blog, I am.
We set up our little tent in a nice wooded campsite with a peek of the ocean. The campground is nice; it actually had flushable toilets and sinks. I loved being able to have a post-smores handwashing.
We hiked from our tent through some woods, where we found the occasional creek and waterfall to a beautiful area: Gerstle Cove. We watched the waves crashing against the rocks ...
Observed the interesting wildlife and sandstone geological patterns ...
Amazingly despite it being July 3rd, there was not a soul around. We saw more woodpeckers (3) than people (2) on the path.
After a flame-cooked sausage dinner, smores dessert, some fire poking, and a pillowless sleep (thank you backpacks), we woke-up early and packed-up. We started the 100-mile drive home. But first, we made a quick stop at Stump Beach, along the way.
The morning light and waves provided a nice start to the morning.
We drove back through a winding hill-road in Sonoma, where we encountered cattle and many of the Dry Creek Valley vineyards.
Happy Independence Day everyone. And Happy Birthday Mom!