I see kids here grossly overweight and wonder how a parent lets that happen. And why isn't it considered some sort of child abuse? I've seen little boys so fat they are ashamed to take off their shirt to get in the swimming pool. That's just sad.
It's one thing when an adult, for whatever reason, decides to abandon common sense and pack on pounds to the point of obesity, but a kid, they can't make that choice, or shouldn't. Some adult should be controlling what the kid eats.
The below video is a sorry sad thing. I've known adults in almost this condition, but never a little kid.
Meanwhile I've fallen to a new low. 167. I would have thought with all the forced feedings when I was in Washington that I would have packed on a few pounds, but no, I'm skinnier than ever.
The opposite of obese is no picnic either, I tell you. I need new clothes. I do not like shopping for new clothes. The only things that fit me are shirts and a coat my sister got me when she got tired of seeing me in the same ol' baggy stuff. Maybe I should eat more.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
400 Pounds At 7 Years
State of Denial
No. I'm not talking about Texas.
That wonderfully eccentric bundle of lovable joy who calls herself Lulu gave me Bob Woodward's State of Denial while I was up in Tacoma recently. I didn't think I'd find it all that interesting. I was wrong.
If you want a shocking look at what brought about the Iraq fiasco, read this book. If you're the sort who doesn't want to know how hot dogs get made you probably will be equally squeamish to know how policy gets made with George W. at command. But it isn't George who comes out of the book looking all that bad. It's some of those who served him, worst being Donald Rumsfeld.
It's like the events of 9/11 were so shocking to those in command that rational thought went on hiatus and some sort of post-traumatic stress depression took over that tainted the decision making process. Almost like some form of mental illness, so much rationalizing, so much wishful, almost magical thinking.
I've had reason to think of late about mental illness and depression, why people get depressed, how they handle it, how those suffering from inner conflicts have troubles at times maintaining an even, rational keel.
I wonder if any of the people currently in the White House are on any psychotropic meds. I hope not, but I suspect there are at least one or two Wellbutrin/Lexapro poppers.
I was curious about side effects of Wellbutrin and Lexapro. I wasn't too shocked to learn there is evidence of several neuropsychiatric symptoms associated with Wellbutrin in patients with depression---including delusions, hallucinations, psychosis, concentration disturbance, paranoia, and confusion.
Lexapro is also sort of scary. Lexapro discontinuation, particularly abruptly, may cause certain withdrawal symptoms such as "electric shock" sensations (also known as "brain shivers" or "brain zaps"), dizziness and irritability. As with many other medications, you should avoid drinking alcoholic beverages while being treated with Lexapro.
Lexapro has a long list of side effects, like...
Arthritis - Painfully inflamed and swollen joints. The reddened and swollen condition is brought on by a serious injury or shock to the body either from physical or emotional causes.
Hepatic Enzymes Increased - An increase in the amount of paired liver proteins that regulate liver processes causing a condition where the liver functions abnormally.
Hyperglycemia - An unhealthy amount of sugar in the blood.
Increased Weight - A concentration and storage of fat in the body accumulating over a period of time caused by unhealthy eating patterns, that can predispose the body to many disorders and diseases.
Hypercholesterolemia - Too much cholesterol in the blood cells.
Back Discomfort - Severe physical distress in the area from the neck to the pelvis along the backbone.
Jaw Pain - The pain due to irritation and swelling of the nerves associated with the mouth area where it opens and closes just in front of the ear. Some of the symptoms are pain when chewing, head aches, losing your balance, stuffy ears or ringing in the ears, and teeth grinding.
Jaw Stiffness - The result of squeezing and grinding the teeth while asleep that can cause your teeth to deteriorate as well as the muscles and joints of the jaw.
Muscle Cramp - When muscles contract uncontrollably without warning and do not relax. The muscles of any of the body’s organs can cramp.
Thirst - A strong, unnatural craving for moisture/water in the mouth and throat.
Restless Legs - A need to move the legs without any apparent reason. Sometimes there is pain, twitching, jerking, cramping, burning, or a creepy-crawly sensation associated with the movements. It worsens when a person is inactive and can interrupt one’s sleep so one feels the need to move to gain some relief.
Shaking - Uncontrolled quivering and trembling as if one is cold and chilled.
Aggravated Nervousness - A progressively worsening, irritated and troubled state of mind.
Agitation - Suddenly violent and forceful, emotionally disturbed state of mind.
Apathy - Complete lack of concern or interest for things that ordinarily would be regarded as important or would normally cause concern.
Carbohydrate Craving - A drive and craving to eat foods rich in sugar and starches (sweets, snacks and junk foods) that intensifies as the diet becomes more and more unbalanced due to the unbalancing of the proper nutritional requirements of the body.
Confusion - Not able to think clearly and understand in order to make a logical decision.
Forgetfulness - Unable to remember what one ordinarily would remember.
Irritability - Abnormally annoyed in response to a stimulus.
Restlessness Aggravated - A constantly worsening troubled state of mind characterized by the person being increasingly nervous, unable to relax, and easily angered.
Tremulousness Nervous - Very jumpy, shaky, and uneasy while feeling fearful and timid. The condition is characterized by thoughts of dreading the future, involuntary quivering, trembling, and feeling distressed and suddenly upset.
Yawning - involuntary opening of the mouth with deep inhalation of air.
Okay, I don't need to list anymore bad Lexapro things, I'm almost convinced Donald Rumsfeld was being medicated by psychotropics. It explains so much. That last one on the list is disturbing. Was someone slipping Lexapro in my water when I was up north? Because I was constantly yawning. I never yawn. Or hadn't til my month in Tacoma. I've not yawned once since I've been back in Texas.
National Geographic's Top 50 Best Places to Live
National Geographic Adventure magazine's September 2008 issue has one of those lists ranking cities and towns by who knows what criteria. The article seems a bit unfocused, judging just by the titles.
As in "50 Best Places to Live: The Next Great Adventure Towns. Where to Live + Play Now! The fifty next great adventure towns."
I guess it isn't too shocking that only one Texas town made this list. Texas towns don't often appear on these type lists. Unless it's in something like Men's Health. And then it's not a good thing to be on the list. The one Texas town that made the list is San Antonio. With San Antonio being in the Top 12 along with Seattle.
National Geographic divided the list by regions. Somehow Reno and Tucson ended up in the Rockies region. You don't see any Rocky Mountains in Reno or Tucson.
Anyway, here's the list. Those in BOLD are Top 12 picks, in no particular order.
West
1. Seattle, Washington 2. Coos Bay, Oregon 3. Lihue, Kauai, Hawaii 4. Girdwood, Alaska 5. Hood River, Oregon 6. San Francisco, California 7. Joshua Tree, California 8. Leavenworth, Washington 9. Arcata, California 10. Klamath Falls, Oregon 11. Bellingham, Washington 12. Malibu, California
Rockies
13. Missoula, Montana 14. Lander, Wyoming 15. Idaho Falls, Idaho 16. Silver City, New Mexico 17. Ogden, Utah 18. Carbondale, Colorado 19. Prescott, Arizona 20. Reno, Nevada 21. Pagosa Springs, Colorado 22. Red Lodge, Montana 23. Tucson, Arizona 24. Colorado Springs, Colorado
Central
26. Grand Marais, Minnesota 27. Rapid City, South Dakota 28. Traverse City, Michigan 29. Bardstown, Kentucky 30. Mobile, Alabama 31. Lafayette, Louisiana 32. Hermann, Missouri 33. Mountain View, Arkansas 34. Peoria, Illinois 35. Oklahoma City, Oklahoma 36. Milwaukee, Wisconsin 37. San Antonio, Texas
East
38. Brattleboro, Vermont 39. Boston, Massachusetts 40. Charleston, South Carolina 41. Charlottesville, Virginia 42. Plymouth, New Hampshire 43. State College, Pennsylvania 44. Blue Hill, Maine 45. Lenoir, North Carolina 46. Avalon, New Jersey 47. Salisbury, Maryland 48. Islamorada, Florida 49. Chattanooga, Tennessee 50. Saranac Lake, New York
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Transactional Analysis in Texas
A shrink named Eric Berne came up with a post-Freudian way of looking at psychology and psychotherapy that he called Transactional Analysis. This spawned several books, like Games People Play and I'm OK, You're OK. Big best sellers that were disdained by some as "Pop Psychology."
But if you read one of these books you'll likely see a lot of truth behind the theories and many examples in your own existence.
I've long found Transactional Analysis useful when trying to understand otherwise incomprehensible behaviors.
At any given time, a person manifests their personality through a mixture of behaviors, thoughts and feelings. Typically, according to TA, there are three ego-states that people consistently use:
Parent: a state in which people behave, feel, and think in response to an unconscious mimicking of how their parents (or other parental figures) acted, or how they interpreted their parent's actions. For example, a person may shout at someone out of frustration because they learned from an influential figure in childhood the lesson that this seemed to be a way of relating that worked.
Adult: a state in which people behave, feel, and think in response to what is going on in the "here-and-now," using all of their resources as an adult human being with many years of life experience to guide them. This is the ideal ego state, and learning to strengthen the Adult is a goal of TA. While a person is in the Adult ego state, he/she is directed towards an objective appraisal of reality.
Child: a state in which people revert to behaving, feeling and thinking similarly to how they did in childhood. For example, a person who receives a poor evaluation at work may respond as they did in their childhood, by looking at the floor, and feeling shame or anger, as they used to when scolded as a child.
Ego states can become contaminated, for example, when a person mistakes Parental rules and slogans, for here-and-now Adult reality, and when beliefs are taken as facts. Or when a person "knows" that everyone is laughing at him, because "they always laughed". This would be an example of a childhood contamination, insofar as here-and-now reality is being overlaid with memories of previous historic incidents in childhood.
A racket feeling is a familiar set of emotions, learned and enhanced during childhood, experienced in many different stressful situations, and maladaptive as an adult means of problem solving.
A racket is then a set of behaviors which originate from the childhood script rather than in here-and-now full Adult thinking, which are employed as a way to manipulate the environment to match the script rather than to actually solve the problem, and whose covert goal is not so much to solve the problem, as to experience these racket feelings and feel internally justified in experiencing them.
Examples of racket and racket feelings: "Why do I meet good guys who turn out to be so hurtful", or "He always takes advantage of my goodwill". The racket is then a set of behaviors and chosen strategies learned and practiced in childhood which in fact help to cause these feelings to be experienced. Typically this happens despite their own surface protestations and hurt feelings, out of awareness and in a way that is perceived as someone else's fault. One covert pay-off for this racket and its feelings, might be to gain in a guilt free way, continued evidence and reinforcement for a childhood script belief that "People will always let you down".
In other words, rackets and games are devices used by a person to create a circumstance where they can legitimately feel the racket feelings, thus abiding by and reinforcing their Childhood script. They are always a substitute for a more genuine and full adult emotions and responses which would be a more appropriate response to the here-and-now situation.
Supermodel Vice-President Sarah Palin
Has a possible Vice-President been on the cover of Vogue before? Al Gore, maybe?
I'm a bit non-plussed over both the Dems and the Reps vice picks this time around. I've never cared much for Joe Biden. I think it goes back to when he got hair plugs.
As for Sarah Palin, I'd not heard of her til I was up in Washington last month. Alaska news is news in Washington.
It has long seemed odd to me that we go through a long long process to pick a nominee, with the nominee thoroughly put through the ringer during the process. And then that nominee gets to pick who would replace him.
It's not like that's never happened. Just in the last 60 years, Truman replaced Roosevelt, LBJ replaced JFK and Ford replaced Nixon.
We've gone 34 years without a Vice President taking over. It would seem we're overdue for such a thing. John McCain is 72. Sarah Palin is a bit more than half his age.
Sarah Palin has been a governor for 2 years. And before that served 2 terms on the Wasilla, Alaska city council from 1992 to 1996 and then was elected mayor of Wasilla twice, in 1996 and 1999.
The possible future Vice-President got a Bachelor of Science degree in journalism at the University of Idaho.
When I heard who McCain picked I wondered wasn't Elizabeth Dole available?
Paranoia Strikes Deep
There's something happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear. There's a man with a gun over there. Telling me I got to beware.
It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down.
Paranoia strikes deep. Into your heart it will creep. It happens when you're always afraid. Step out of line and the man comes to take you away.
Stop, hey, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down. Its time we stop, hey, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down. Stop, hey, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down.
Friday, August 29, 2008
2008 State Fair of Texas
Yesterday I blogged about this year's Big Tex Choice Award finalists. That's an annual competition to see who can come up with the most bizarre thing to deep fry and make tasty to some people's taste buds.
That's Big Tex you see in the photo.
The State Fair of Texas this year runs from September 26 to October 19. Today I was informed I will have 10 tickets to the fair. Who wants to go with me?
The Texas State Fair is a good thing. It's not quite at the level of the Western Washington State Fair in Puyallup, but it's still a good thing. For one thing the Puyallup's food is better. And you can buy things with good ol' American money. At the Texas fair you have to buy coupons and then use the coupons to buy everything from rides to food. The Puyallup Fair has way more farm animals and way fewer cars on display. And way more free stuff. I like free stuff.
Ironically, well maybe it ain't irony, just interesting, but every year at the Puyallup my favorite thing was going to this free show stage. I'd see hypnotists that did amazing things. And every year there'd be this band from Dallas, called The Shoppe, that was always very entertaining. The Shoppe should play at the State Fair of Texas. And they could use a hypnotist or two.
Go here to the webpage version of my visit to last year's State Fair of Texas.
Or watch my YouTube video of that visit to the State Fair of Texas.
Level Red Toxic Human Alert
The air doesn't look dangerous this morning. But, apparently it is. Here in the Dallas/Fort Worth zone we are still under an Ozone Alert. It varies day to day from a Level Red to a Level Orange Ozone Alert.
I wish there were Alerts assigned to humans. Mandatory testing and then you're issued an Alert Badge. Level Green for totally non-toxic, well-adjusted humans, Level Yellow for humans with some interactive issues, but not toxic. Level Orange for humans with some degree of toxicity who are likely best avoided. And Level Red for those humans who should be avoided totally due to their extreme toxicity.
With no Human Alert system in place I have to rely on instinct and warning signs.
One big red flag warning sign is if you find out someone is a religious fanatic. You probably don't want to be friends with a religious fanatic. By religious fanatic I'm meaning a member of some twisted cult thing, like Hare Krishna.
Another big red flag is if a person is on any sort of psychotropic mind-altering prescription medication. If a person needs to have their brain altered to manage to get through the day this is a strong indication that there is some seriously degraded thought processes in play which could come out at any random time in an extremely toxic manner, despite the medications.
A long history of being in therapy is another warning sign. The fact that the individual is seeking help is a good thing. But the fact that the individual needs help is a warning sign.
If you make note of a person being self-indulgent in self-destructive ways, this is a warning sign that the person could be toxic. Such sorts are self-loathers who can quickly go from loathing themselves to spouting irrational loathing at humans with whom they interact.
Catching a person in a lie more than once is a huge red flag. I have a 3 strikes and you're out policy, likely due to my love of baseball. Okay, that was a lie. I don't like baseball. I've known one or two pathological liars who lie for no fathomable reason, almost as if they want to see what they can get someone to pretend to believe. Sadly, the liar's lies are usually quite transparent. And they easily get caught in their lies, because basically liars are not the brightest lights on the planet.
Currently I am totally free from dealing with any toxicity. That's a good thing. I intend, I hope, to remain free from toxic humans. It's a lofty goal.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Stairtown Latest Texas Natural Gas Explosion
Five homeowners on Carter Avenue in East Fort Worth, near Tandy Hills Park, continue to fight to stop Chesapeake Energy from running a natural gas pipeline beneath their property.
Condemnation hearings have begun.
Chesapeake Energy spokespeople and gas industry propaganda touts the safe practices of the modern gas exploitation industry. However, nothing as extensive as the hundreds of miles of pipelines flowing from well over 1000 wells has ever before been attempted in an urban zone.
So, naturally, people have their concerns. Despite claims to the contrary, there have been natural gas explosions in recent times. Just today a town in Texas, Stairtown, had a natural gas explosion.
Simply Google "Texas Natural Gas Explosions" and you'll find quite a long list of Texas explosions. Some recent. With the most deadly one taking place way back in March 18, 1937, killing 100s of students at New London School in New London, Texas. It's at the top of the list.
It seems reasonable that a person would have some reservations about having a large gas pipeline running under their property. Or a gas drilling rig nearby.
Watch the YouTube video below. Survivors of the New London tragedy are interviewed. A couple interesting comments follow, from YouTube, regarding the below video.
"This happened a month before I was born. I had at least 12 cousins killed. I went to school in the new building that's there now. I know everybody in this video."
"My mother's father was a pipeline welder that was hired to construct the heating unit for the school. He thought the design was unsafe in theory and till his death felt terrible guilt for having been involved in the construction. The family was living in Tyler Texas at the time of the tragedy and he raced there to assist in the rescue efforts. My grandfather worked in the construction of the boiler and steam heating at the grade school that I attended in Dallas in 1954."
Protesting Chesapeake Energy in Church
Interesting incoming today from the leader of the Eastside Rabblerousers, Don Young, commemorating the 3rd anniversary of a protest outside a Baptist Church in Fort Worth. If you are going to protest outside a church in Fort Worth the odds are that it will be a Baptist Church. There are more Baptist Churches here than Starbucks.
Below is the message from Don Young....
"It was a hot and humid Sunday morning on 9/28/05, but that didn't stop a couple dozen folks from picketing outside a Baptist church in east Fort Worth. This was before Just Say NO. FWCanDo was not yet named. Just say WHOA! was still a star in the sky. Urban gas drilling was in its infancy. But we knew trouble when we saw it, even back then.
The reason for the protest? Sagamore Hill Baptist Church, owned 50 acres of very rare, original Texas prairie which is next to a historic neighborhood. They had announced that they were striking a deal with the devil. The devil in this case is Chesapeake Energy who wanted to extract the minerals under the property which is also adjacent to Tandy Hills Natural Area.
With full knowledge of the negative impact to the immediate neighborhood's integrity, its residents safety, wildlife and the adjacent, natural area, church leaders signed a mineral lease with Chesapeake. When all efforts to reason with the church failed, we felt the only way to get their attention was on Sunday morning.
Chesapeake later bought the property, outright and continues to terrorize the neighborhood and the region in the name of free money. The church has abandoned the neighborhood for greener pastures.
As far as I know, this was the first public protest against urban gas drilling in the Barnett Shale, maybe the world. It will not be the last.
Stroll down Memory Lane by reading this report in the Fort Worth Weekly by Jeff Prince, who we all met for the first time at this protest on '05."
State Fair of Texas Big Tex Choice Awards
The State Fair of Texas starts up in about a month, running from September 26 through October 19. Each year there is a competition among food vendors for the Big Tex Choice Award.
This year over 40 contestants tried to be among the final 8.
Last year's winner, Abel Gonzales, who won with his Fried Cookie Dough concoction is in the running again this year, making the final 8 cut with an even more disgusting sounding dessert, this one called Fire & Ice. Consisting of a battered deep-fried pineapple ring, topped with frozen banana flavored whipped cream covered with strawberries and syrup.
Other equally disgusting sounding final 8 desserts were a Deep-Fried Banana Split, a Deep-Fried Grilled Cheese Sandwich, Deep-Fried Chocolate Truffles, Deep-Fried Jelly Bellys, Deep-Fried Chocolate-Covered Strawberry Waffle Balls on a Stick and Chicken-Fried Bacon Strips.
If I hadn't seen this type stuff with my own eyes I'd think someone was making it up, but I saw last year's winning Fried Cookie Dough. I also saw the Deep-Fried Latte and the Deep-Fried Coke.
And I saw a lot of really fat people buying this stuff.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Chesapeake Energy Pokes Another Fort Worth Hole
I left my abode today and headed in a northerly direction for the first time since my return from a northerly direction a week ago today. Before I left for my month of aversion therapy in Tacoma I'd noticed an odd giant wall-like thing growing beside a road known as Randoll Mill Road.
Today I found out what the giant wall-like thing was. Well, what it is associated with, I still don't know what it's for. But it has something to do with yet one more Chesapeake Energy drilling operation in my neighborhood. So, I felt compelled to take some pictures of my new neighbor.
As you can see, this drilling operation is very close to the road. I wouldn't want to be driving by if it decided to go boom.
Above is a view from a greater distance. What you are looking at is the intersection of Randoll Mill Road and Handley-Ederville Road. The Chesapeake Energy operation takes up the northwest corner of that intersection.
That's the wall I referenced above. It is on the west side of the drilling operation. I don't know what its purpose might be, unless it's to block some sound from reaching some upscale houses a short distance away.
The drilling rigs are always very patriotic, flying both the American flag and the state flag of Texas. There are no houses within 800 feet of this drilling operation, of that I am fairly certain. However, there are several liquor stores close by, due to this location being on the border of a dry zone. I live in a wet zone.
2008 Democratic Convention
Last week I thought I was looking forward to watching this week's Democratic Convention.
But I've not watched but a few minutes of it. I think the problem is I turn it on about 7. That is 2 hours from the primetime main part of the show. Like when Mrs. Clinton or Mrs. Obama gave their speeches. Or when Teddy Kennedy touched everyone, even Rush Limbaugh. I was in bed by then.
I recollect spending a lot of hours watching the 2 conventions in election years gone by. During the 2004 conventions I was on the west coast. And so primetime convention speeches came on at 7, hours before my bedtime. I have no recollection of watching the conventions that nominated Al Gore and George in 2000. I'm pretty sure I must have watched them. This is only my second convention season in the central time zone of Texas. Things like Superbowls, Academy Awards Shows and Conventions come on too late here.
I think part of the problem for me watching this stuff is anymore I'm easily bored and start thinking of something I'd rather be doing. I think I find them boring because the conventions don't have that spontaneous, lively, anything might happen type feel of conventions of years gone by. It is all so slickly produced, like one giant infomercial.
I'll try again tonight to make it to convention primetime, hopefully to see Mr. Clinton and Mr. Biden give their speeches. I'm betting I won't make it though.
Half Ton Texas Woman Too Fat To Kill
In another example of how obesity is a health hazard that kills, a Texas woman, Mayra Rosales, was charged with the killing of her 2 year-old nephew. Rosales' attorney has claimed Rosales could not have beaten her nephew because she is too fat to use her arms to do so.
Though Rosales is charged with capital murder she is being held under house arrest because Hidalgo County does not have a jail cell large enough to hold the half ton woman or the medical staff to attend to her needs. Hidalgo County is on the Texas Gulf Coast, south of Houston.
The mother of the murdered boy has been charged with injury to a child for leaving her son in the care of his bed-ridden aunt. The mother believes the death was an accident possibly caused when her morbidly obese sister rolled over on to the boy.
However, prosecutors claim the boy had 2 head injuries not explainable by being rolled over by an obese woman.
Sad story.
Why do people let themselves get so obese? I've had reason to ponder that up close and personal of late. When an obese person is still mobile, as in they are able to get out and about and walk, their musculature must be well-developed to haul all that heft. And their caloric needs, just to stay at a steady weight, are much greater than a healthy weighted person. Hence their ability to lose weight quickly if they decide to get healthy.
It is possible for a morbidly obese person to exercise and amp up the weight loss if they ever decide to get off the gravy train and cross over to fruit and vegetable world. Below is a YouTube video that is an example of a health motivated obese person exercising.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Tootsie Tonasket
I've developed a habit over the years of collecting some rather diversely kooky characters via email and website feedback. Way back in 2003 an entity calling herself Tootsie Tonasket emailed me with a question about the Branch-Davidians. If I remember correctly she somehow thought I was a member of that cult. This was to be the first of many many Tootsie Tonasket confusions over the years.
Tootsie Tonasket has sent me all sorts of things. I get real nice birthday presents and a big box filled with good stuff for Christmas. Okay, I know this slightly contradicts what I may have said before about me getting ignored on special occasions. That may not be exactly true. That's more directed at those who do actually ignore all the significant events in my sad little existence. Like when I turned 30. I believe I've carefully parsed the verbiage when I claim to being ignored on these highly important occasions.
Anyway, I digress. So, in addition to sending me things in the mail, some of which I really don't want to mention in this venue, Tootsie Tonasket also sends me some soap opera type drama details.
Tootsie Tonasket's emails often read like a torrid, trashy novel. For example. Her son had a baby with an older woman who left the son for a series of bad guys. Tootsie Tonasket's son then took up with the lovely lady you see above. She's posing, especially pretty, at Wenatchee's Apple Blossom Festival.
We'll call this girl Sissy. Well, Tootsie Tonasket's son got tired of Sissy. Sissy then took up with Tootsie Tonasket's husband, an old bald guy 30 years older than Sissy. This affair became Peyton Place scandalous in the little town they all live in.
After breaking Tootsie Tonasket's husband's heart, Sissy moved on to a new conquest and at last report she is now expecting a baby with a married guy in Yakima. This all took place in the last 3 months, or so.
This morning Tootsie Tonasket sent me the photo you see above of Sissy. She told me to do with it what I wanted. What would I do with it, I thought, but tell the story of why it is that Tootsie Tonasket would be sending me photos of some girl named Sissy.
None of these people get outside of MySpace World, so there's no chance they'll happen upon my blog. Unless Tootsie Tonasket directs them to it.
Fort Worth Star-Telegram Continues To Shrink
This morning I read an interesting series of comments at the West & Clear Blog regarding reader's regard, well actually, lack of regard regarding the Fort Worth Star-Telegram's current state of failure.
After having spent a month reading another McClatchy newspaper, that being the Tacoma News Tribune, it is surprising how different the 2 papers are. One would think the Tacoma paper was the one serving the bigger market, but Tacoma's population is just a tad over 200,000. While Fort Worth has over 700,000 people currently residing within its borders. I believe the Star-Telegram circulates more newspapers than the News Tribune.
But the Star-Telegram is a much smaller paper, with a lot more ads and way fewer columnists. Somehow the News Tribune can afford to have more than one columnist on its editorial page.
The comments in West & Clear about the current state of the Star-Telegram's diminishing relevancy were interesting, matching much of what I've observed, including the weird role the paper assigns itself as being a city booster, rather than accurately reporting on the city's many shortcomings.
A guy named Greg wrote an interesting comment about the Star-Telegram's shortcoming's and its resultant disservice to the community. I'll copy what Greg wrote below....
"A paper whose purpose in life has its historic roots in boosterism for the home town is doomed in the long run. It won’t get into controversies that could make Fort Worth look anything less than perfect. And that’s just not interesting. By not digging and finding things that need improvement I guess it’s assumed Fort Worth can look great. The problem is if we don’t expose what’s wrong, how do we ever get better? I mean, I love Fort Worth but I still think we have some areas that fall short of perfection.
Worse, by not digging into city failures and bad ideas the paper leaves the casual observer thinking there’s no reason to take an interest in civic affairs. And so people don’t show up and they don’t pay attention.
A free press is critical to preserving our other freedoms, but only to the extent that it does its job to inform the citizens about their government, including criticizing it. Fortunately we have the Weekly and occasionally the Business Press taking a few shots, but that’s not enough.
I don’t want to imply, though, that the S-T doesn’t have some dedicated and talented people. What it lacks is vision."
Monday, August 25, 2008
Mount Rainier August 11 Video
Earlier this month I blogged about finally getting to see Mount Rainer up close. All previous visits found The Mountain shrouded in clouds.
Today I finally got around to YouTubing video of my day at The Mountain.
Some of what happened during the day I went to Mount Rainier I did not mention while I was still under the heavy censorship control of my temporary place of confinement. For fear of eviction, a fear I was constantly faced with due to my constant border-line unforgivable faux pas.
Now that I am safely back in Texas I can mention some things I kept quiet about previously. Like how Kristin almost broke my back.
The aforementioned Kristin took the above photo of me. At Kristin's insistence I climbed the treacherous ladder you see here. This is a tall shed made to store stuff when the snow gets high. The snow gets real deep at Mount Rainier. Kristin said she wanted a photo of me at the top of this ladder. When I got to the top Kristin directed me to hold onto a bar that was attached to the door and to lean out for the photo. I did as instructed, just like I always do. Well, as I leaned out the bar broke free, just after Kristin took the photo you see above. I nearly lost my balance, but caught myself right before I would have backflipped to the ground. You'll hear this incident discussed in the video below. Kristin had been to this location before, far more recently than I. Myself, being a totally paranoid suspicious sort, believe Kristin plotted this nefarious deed in an attempt to do me bodily harm. Why? I'm still pondering that.
A large number of people visit Mount Rainier National Park each day. There are many trails with a lot of people hiking on them. Very lush, green meadows with wildflowers. Including what looked to be bluebonnets. Just like the ones in Texas. I was told they are not the same. You'll hear that in the video.
A large group had gathered as we all watched the clouds disappear and The Mountain come out in all its glory. You'll see some of the crowd of people in the video below. You'll also see Kristin and her mom shake their butts at me. Those two were unruly video subjects.
Cody Linley aka Jake Ryan with Gar the Texan's Daughter
Earlier today I blogged about the upcoming Dancing with the Stars and about half the dancing stars being stars I'd never heard of.
One of the ones I'd not heard of was a guy named Cody Linley who is on a TV show called Hannah Montana.
So, Gar the Texan sent me a photo of his daughter, Riley, or is it Ryleigh, with this Cody guy I'd not heard of.
"My daughter with Cody Linley. You said you didn't know him. He lives (or lived) in Lewisville. I'm surprised the Startlegram has not mentioned it."
What I find disturbing in all this is the idea that apparently Gar the Texan has watched this Hannah Montana show and knows the character's names, as in Cody Linley plays Jake Ryan. And that this Cody guy lives or lived in Lewisville. If my memory serves me correctly, and it often doesn't, it seems like Gar the Texan's daughter lived in one of those north Dallas suburb towns, like Lewisville.
So, how does Gar the Texan's daughter know this wannabe dancing star. Is this Cody guy her boyfriend? Will Gar the Texan's daughter get to go to Hollywood to watch her boyfriend dance? Does Gar the Texan approve of this relationship? How come he doesn't know if the guy still lives in Lewisville if his daughter is seeing him? So many questions. It's hell to have an inquiring mind.
Dancing With The Stars Dancing Again
Yes, I have watched Dancing with the Stars. I find it entertaining. I like watching something where I know no matter how long I practiced I'd not be able to do what these people do.
Usually there is at least one "star" who is very entertaining. The last season of Dancing with the Stars I found no one entertaining. So I quit watching.
The season previous to the last one had Marie Osmond on it. She was very entertaining and provided good drama. Like fainting and deaths in her family.
The new Dancing with the Stars starts September 22 on ABC. As usual several of the "Stars" are stars I've never heard of.
Like Jeffrey Ross. He's a celebrity roaster and a comedian. Or Brooke Burke. Never head of this star. She's an actress. Never heard of a guy named Cody Linley. He's a "Star" on something called Hannah Montana. I've never heard of Warren Sapp. He's a football player. The football players they've had on Dancing with the Stars have been very entertaining, like Jerry Rice and Emmet Smith. If I remember right, Emmitt Smith won. There are two Olympic jocks I've never heard of on this edition of the show, those being Maurice Green and Misty May-Treanor, a sprinter and a volley baller.
And then there are the "Stars" I've heard of. Like Susan Lucci. She's Erica on All My Children. She should be fun to watch. I know who Cloris Leachman is. She's funny. In her 80s now. It embarrasses me to realize I know who Kim Kardashian is. She's on an awful reality show called Keeping Up with the Kardashians. She's also taken her clothes off for Playboy. Lance Bass sang in a boy band and likes boys more than girls. Rocco DiSpirito is a celebrity chef who had a reality show called The Restaurant. Rocco has the potential to provide some good drama. I wonder if his mama is still alive and cooking meatballs? Toni Braxton I know is a singer. Can't name one of her songs, though. I also know who Ted McGinley is. He was on Married With Children. I would bet he'll be one of the first kicked off the show this time.
So, of the 13 dancing "Stars" I have heard of 7 of them. I'm rooting for Cloris for the win. I hope she's paired with the Russian pro named Maks. They'd be funny together.
Olympic Lawn Mower Race
Last night I watched the Closing Ceremony of the Olympics. I made it as far as the athletes coming into the stadium. When I woke up this morning I had it in mind to blog about the ridiculousness of having a riding lawn mower competition in the Olympics.
I was certain I'd watched a riding lawn mower race last night where there was a big crash of dozens of lawn mowers with this guy from Kenya riding past the wreck and winning the gold medal. I remember thinking do they even have lawns to mow in Kenya?
So, this morning I Googled for images of last night's Olympic Riding Lawn Mower Race and was confused to not find any. And then I realized that I must have had a dream about the Olympic Riding Lawn Mower Race. And that there are no motorized competitions, as far as I know, in the Olympics. So, it had to be a figment of my bad imagination.
I did not watch much of the Olympics other than the opening and closing. Much of it seems ridiculous to me. Like one of the few things I watched was a men's gymnastic thing where a guy would flip himself off a vault and do twists in the air. He'd be judged as to how well he did his flips and twists and his landing.
The amount of time a guy would have to practice this bizarre feat in order to master it seems such a weird waste of effort. All so that you can compete at various events and possibly win a medal and the adulation of the millions of people who see this as a valuable, important activity.
Some of the Olympic stuff makes sense to me, due to it being things that humans actually do. Like run. Or swim. Or ride a bike. But to make a sport out of jumping on a trampoline and doing flips is just silly. Do they still have synchronized swimming? That one always seemed totally silly to me.
Anyway, I'm glad to see the Olympics go bye-bye for another 4 years, til 2012, when dozens of billions of dollars can be spent on it again, this time in London. I'll watch the opening ceremony, if I still have a TV, to see if the Brits top the spectacle the Chinese put on. I doubt that is possible.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Charter Communications Not Communicating
I did not watch much TV when I was up in Tacoma. I did not turn on my TV here til Friday night. I wanted to watch something on Bravo. But my Bravo channel, #72, was now a blue screen. I then switched to channel #49, Turner Classic Movies. Also blue.
What fresh hell is this I wondered?
So, even though I knew nothing good would come of it, I called Charter Customer Service. I don't know why they call it that. There is no service. The customer doesn't matter. I know I reached a call center in a foreign land. The Ukraine perhaps, maybe the Philippines, maybe India. I don't know. Joe wouldn't tell me where he was. These foreign customer service people always have fake American-type names, or so it seems.
I told Joe I wasn't getting Bravo or TCM on my cable connection. Joe told me that I was incorrect, that he can see I am getting Bravo and TCM. I told Joe all I'm getting is a blue screen.
Joe then asked me if I was interested in getting a Charter telephone. Why would I want a Charter Telephone, I asked Joe? You people are somehow losing my TV channels, why would I want to trust you with phone calls?
It is now Sunday and I'm still getting a blue screen of death when I want to watch Bravo. I talked to another Charter victim this morning and asked if she noticed any missing channels. She was missing SoapNet and is now 2 weeks behind on Young and the Restless. Quality of life is being detrimented by Charter's cavalier treatment of its customers. If you fall 2 weeks behind on Young and the Restless you may never catch up.
I guess I could go to the Charter website and see if there is any means to email a complaint. I think I've gone down that road before and found it fruitless.
Texas Armadillo Encounter at River Legacy Park
It has been a long long long time since I've biked the River Legacy Park paved trails. I used to pedal this almost daily. When I returned from a short visit to Washington in April of 2006, totally disgusted, I found that by pedaling hard at River Legacy the endorphins made me feel better. Soon, Washington was to fade from my memory. Where it remained, til recently.
I'm not suggesting there is any connection between today's pedaling and the fact that I returned on Wednesday from over a month in Washington.
But. Those endorphins did feel good today.
I pedaled a lot of it at over 18mph. I have about 25 fewer pounds on me than when I last pedaled this trail. It makes a difference. Was pretty easy to go 18mph.
And I saw a River Legacy armadillo. They are darn cute. No bobcats, snakes or tarantulas though.
Craig's List Vexes Me
I know Craig's List is a real good thing. Last winter I found a guy on Craig's List who fixed my brakes and all sorts of things. And it was way cheaper than going to one of those annoying car fix-it places.
During my brief time in Tacoma I put a dining room table for sale on Craig's List. It was easy to set up an account. But goofy things happened that vexed me. Like the listing would disappear. Or Craig's List would tell me to fix an error marked in red. This would bring up an accept the terms type thing, which I'd click and then get told I'm violating the rules by trying to post the same listing twice!
I figured this was a fluke due to me committing some obvious user error. But, this morning I put a Laser Hand Level on Craig's List, that you can go here to see and buy, and the same thing happened.
This time I got told to fix an error. This error was I'd not confirmed my email address. When I did so and clicked 'continue' I got that warning, again, about violating the rules by trying to post the same listing twice.
I'm guessing I'll have about the same luck selling this laser level tool as I did selling my sister's table. Which is still for sale.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Kroger: Wrong Store Wrong Price
An Albertsons is across the street from where I live. I don't get my groceries at Albertsons for the same reason I didn't shop at Albertsons when I lived in Washington. Because of a chronic problem with prices being wrong. And always in Albertsons favor.
A Krogers is about 2 blocks from where I live. When I'm in a hurry I'll go to Krogers. But Krogers is as bad, if not worse, than Albertsons with the price mistake problem.
This morning I wanted to make French Toast. I needed eggs. I was in a hurry so I went to Krogers. I only got eggs, bacon and orange juice. 3 items. On the shelf the sticker indicated the bacon was $2.99 with your Kroger Card.
But it rang up at $3.99 with 50 cents off, making it $3.49.
Krogers used to have a big sign telling you if the price rang up wrong you'd get the item for free. I've gone through that a few times at Krogers. You get to deal with a vacant-eyed teenager in customer service who has a real hard time understanding what you're complaining about.
So, today I was in a hurry. I saw two especially vacant-eyed looking teenagers at the customer service desk. It was not worth it to me to spend a half hour to get some free bacon.
I figured I'd get my revenge by blogging about Krogers. And in doing so I found I'm not the only one who has noticed Krogers has a chronic problem with the prices on the shelves not being the price you pay.
As in here you can read about another person's bad experiences with Krogers.
I may complain about Wal-Mart every once in awhile. But I buy most of my groceries at Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart rarely makes a price mistake. When I catch Wal-Mart making a mistake, more often than not, it is in my favor. So, I don't complain.
No Eminent Domain Abuse in Washington
In the Washington town of Ballard, which is pretty much part of Seattle, a little old lady named Edith Macefield became a local legend when, at age 84, she refused to sell her little old house to developers.
Edith died June 15th at 86 years old. Her house still intact, as you can see in the photo. During the course of fighting the construction that surrounded her, Edith befriended many of the construction workers, including the construction's superintendent, Barry Martin.
Edith's last will and testament put Barry Martin in charge of her estate. During the course of constructing buildings that put concrete walls on 3 sides of her house, Edith charmed those building the walls. Barry Martin would drive Edith to appointments and help her with all sorts of things.
I've long said that the eminent domain abuse that occurs regularly in Texas to the benefit of private business, like the Dallas Cowboy Stadium Scandal in Arlington or the Radio Shack Corporate Headquarters in Fort Worth or the mall parking lot scandal in Hurst would not occur in the more, well, progressive states on the west coast. Or the rest of America.
The survival of Edith's house is a prime example of how different things are in Texas compared with the rest of the United States. Edith was offered more than a million bucks for her $120,000 house. Which she refused. There was not even the remotest suggestion or attempt to abuse the concept of eminent domain to steal Edith's house, like what was done dozens of times in Arlington to get the land to build Jerry Jones his stadium.
Edith lived in a place that respected the basic American concept that one should be secure in ones home, safe from predators misusing the law for their own private gain. I still foolishly hold out the hope that the lingering court cases against the Dallas Cowboys, Jerry Jones and Arlington will somehow reach a courtroom outside Texas and result, somehow, in criminal charges being brought against those who committed crimes against citizens of Arlington, with jail time and huge fines being imposed on those who did the dirty deeds. I know it won't happen, but I naively cling to the concept that justice prevails in America, while I now it often doesn't.
Friday, August 22, 2008
A Death in the Family
I'm not sure I should blog about this. But it's so sad.
Several years ago I somehow managed to set in motion a series of steps that ended up causing the biggest family reunion in my family's history. In July of 2002 100s of relatives, few of whom I'd ever met, or heard of, descended on the Washington border town of Lynden.
The thing that led to this reunion was me making what is pretty much known as the most elaborate family history website on the Internet. During the course of making that website I learned my family history. Some of it was surprising, like my grandpa was a bootlegger. Some of what I learned was just a function of how dumb I can be. Like I didn't know that Aunt Agnes was my grandpa's sister. And I'd spent time with Aunt Agnes.
Well, during the period of gathering family info I learned of a cousin named Steve. He was a tall basketball star. He'd had some tough times battling depression. When Steve's cousin Kristi moved to Dallas I met her and heard more about her cousins.
This branch of my family suffered a shocking tragedy back in the 1980s when their Grandma, my Aunt Fanny, was brutally murdered. This led to my little sister becoming a lawyer.
So, my cousin Steve, whom I've never met, in October of 2002, got married to Bridget Bomberger. I remember getting an email about that, asking me to change the info on the list of family info.
I'll copy and paste why Bridget has been showing up on my webstats in the past day or so. I finally looked to find out why and was surprised. The photo above is of Bridget and Steve's baby who you'll read about below.........
I have posted a couple of updates on Bridgett Slotemaker, the young wife and mother in her 30's who found out in May of this year that she had Stage IV cancer. If you remember, June 23, her daughter, Chloe was born at 26 weeks weighing a mere 1 pound 2 oz. The doctors advised taking the baby early due to complications with Bridgett's chemotherapy. At 10:03 pm August 12, Bridgett went to be with the Lord. With her family by her side, she left her sick, physical body and now has a new glorious one. While it is a sad day, it is not a bad day for her (to steal the words of our former pastor!). However, my heart is just so sad for her husband, two year old daughter Gracie, parents, in-laws, friends, etc. who will not see her on this side of eternity. Above is a a picture of Chloe that I believe was taken shortly after she was born. Please pray for this precious little one, that I think currently weighs less than 1200 grams! At birth, she had a 70% chance of survival, but only about 20% chance of no complications. Her Daddy Steve has battled depression in the past and this devestation has great potential to set him back. I do not know this family, but I have been so touched as I have followed their story. Their faith and walk with the Lord although tested, has been more than inspiring. Bridgett's desire was that someone come to know Christ through this trial.
Alabama Cracks Down On Fat Employees
The State of Alabama, #2 in national obesity rankings, is putting State of Alabama employees on a diet.
Alabama has given its 37,527 employees a year to lose the fat and get fit or the state workers will have to pay $25 month for insurance that is currently free.
Employees must get a health screening. If the tests show blood pressure, cholesterol, glucose or obesity problems the employee will have a year to improve their health. If the employee shows progress by the end of the year they won't be charged. If they don't make progress they start getting charged starting January of 2011.
Gar the Texan blogged about the obesity issue a few days ago. Apparently Gar the Texan was denied an alcoholic beverage due to the server thinking he'd had too much. After that Gar the Texan was in a fast food joint getting himself a greasy burger when an obese person waddled up to the counter and ordered a couple Mega-sized Happy Meals.
Gar the Texan opined that the same principle involved in denying booze to a drunk should apply to denying excess calories to an obvious chunkster. Even though the chunkster is just doing his part to contribute to the Strategic National Fat Preserve.
I think I agree with Gar the Texan on this serious issue. I have been in situations recently where I eye witnessed a morbidly obese person buying stuff that should not be stuffed in an obese person's mouth. I would have loved hearing, "I'm sorry ma'am, I can not in good conscience sell you that because you are obviously morbidly obese."
Jerry Horton Gives Up Fight Against Cheseapeake Energy
I was shocked, shocked I tell you, to learn this morning that Jerry Horton has given up her fight against Chesapeake Energy. On the same day Jerry Horton was scheduled to be in court for a condemnation hearing she reached a settlement with the people threatening her with eminent domain abuse in order to run a natural gas pipeline under her front yard.
A few of Jerry Horton's neighbors continue to fight against settling. Jerry Horton will get $15,500 for signing over the right of way. Chesapeake, well, actually a division of Chesapeake Energy that does the pipeline laying, called Texas Midstream Gas Services, has contracted with Jerry Horton to put the pipeline at least 20 feet below the surface, with no vents or any other surface protrusions. And will replace any of Jerry Horton's trees that die within 6 months.
It is very rare for a gas line to be installed under houses. The gas line will affect the property value. It must be disclosed to any potential buyer. Having a gas line under heavy pressure underneath your home is not seen by most people as a good thing.
There are currently more than 1,100 gas wells drilled or planned to be drilled within Fort Worth. These wells require a growing web of pipelines throughout the city. Nothing like this has ever been done in an urban zone before.
Jerry Horton felt she did not have the resources to fight Chesapeake. She could not afford the legal fees. I would think that in all of Fort Worth, or Tarrant County, or Texas, there would be at least one good lawyer with a conscience who would take on a case like Jerry Horton's, pro bono. For the public good.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Toxic People Populate Tacoma
I don't know what put me in mind of this book I read years ago. Toxic People. One of the best books I ever read. Helped me understand all sorts of things that perplexed me. Transactional Analysis was another good one that's stayed with me. I dealt with some Contaminated Parental Ego States during my month in Washington. That's Transactional Analysis speak.
Almost every human on the planet has at least one Toxic Person they have to deal with. It's how you deal with them that presents the challenge. For me, it's the buffer. As in a good deal of geographic distance between myself and toxic people in my life. Buffers are great. I had a real fun discussion about buffers on the flight into Dallas with another appreciator of the buffer.
As a Public Service I'm gonna paste some How To Deal With Toxic People info from a Toxic People website below.
Be comforted in the fact that you are not alone. Every person walking the earth knows at least one toxic person in their life. The toxic person is a family member, friend, associate, workmate, boss, etc. Toxic people come in all shapes and forms as they know no boundaries.
The most important thing to remember is that you have the power to stop a toxic person. You do this by controlling your own actions and reactions. As you probably already know, you cannot control the actions of other people. But the good thing is you can control yourself and your life. You have the power to walk away from a toxic person and not allow them into your life anymore. Freedom is a wonderful and liberating experience.
Realize that toxic people can drain your health, energy, well being and sanity. It helps to move away from toxic people and move towards people who are positive and uplifting. Positive people are a blessing. Rely on your instincts, they never lie. Train yourself to move away from what hurts you and move towards what feels good. This is one of the smartest life skills you can learn, and also one of the best gifts you can ever give to yourself.
Toxic people are extremely negative, nasty, miserable, whiny, jealous, inconsiderate, financially irresponsible, selfish, and abusive. They can be criminally minded, mentally ill, or just plain evil. Toxic people are also the ones that abuse alcohol or drugs and then hurt other people. The toxic individual exudes the dark side of human nature all of the time. They cause other people pain, craziness, and aggravation. They are not hard to recognize. Just take notice of how you feel when you are around one of these people. It will be easy to determine. You will immediately feel sick and experience physical symptoms like a headache or stomach pain. Or you will just feel like you are going crazy, but don't worry that is the true mark of being with a toxic person. Remember this so that you will be better able to identify a toxic person. That is the first step towards eliminating one from your life.
Know that when a person is toxic it is because of their own issues. Sometimes these issues can consist of mental illness. Accept that a toxic persons behavior has nothing to do with you. In life, each of us has to take responsibility for our own actions. Toxic people do not do this. They have a habit of turning things around so that you feel bad, you feel guilty, and you feel like you are at fault. Remember that when dealing with a toxic person, they are responsible for their own actions, but often do not. Realize this and you take back your power.
When dealing with toxic people remember that exercise is your best friend. Exercise relieves both mental and physical tensions. It helps the body to produce healing chemicals that will repair your body and help you think more clearly. Exercise also encourages the release of endorphins, chemicals that relieve pain and help you to feel good both mentally and physically.
Most importantly develop supportive relationships with your life partner, friends, family, workmates, and associates. There is strength in numbers. Talking things over with the people in your life who love and care for you, can help you to overcome the negativity of toxic people. Just as animals and children instinctively can sense when someone is good or evil, the people who love you are very good at recognizing when someone is toxic and hurting you. Loved ones are a good defense against toxic people because they can offer you good advice and support for eliminating negative influences in your life.
One Of The Best Downtowns In America
I've got a month's stack of Fort Worth Star-Telegrams piled up that I'm not going to look through. Then again, how many gems might I miss if I don't.
Like this from yesterday.
Texas U.S. Senator Kay Bailey Hutchinson was in town, sucking up to the locals, feeding the bizarre need to feed the local ego.
Regarding Fort Worth's slowly going plan to build a little lake, some canals and a river diversion channel. And restore some wetlands. A plan pompously called The Trinity River Vision, Senator Hutchinson actually said, "Fort Worth has always been a leader in urban development and perhaps has one of the best downtowns in all of America."
And regarding the river project the Senator said, "I think it is just amazing."
Do I really need to say anything. And where do I start? Fort Worth has always been a leader in urban development???? Including now? How is Fort Worth a leader in such development? Who is it leading? Who is following Fort Worth's lead??
Fort Worth perhaps has one of the best downtowns in all of America??? Has the Senator been to any other downtowns in America? I've been to a lot of them and I can not think of any lamer downtown that I've seen than Fort Worth's.
I just got back from a month in the Seattle zone. Spent one Thursday in downtown Seattle. The population is a bit over a half million. It seems like another half million is out on the streets busily going to all the attractions. Pike Place Market was human gridlock. Pioneer Square's streets were full of people. The waterfront was human gridlock. People from all over the world. New construction going up all over town, the skyline being altered yet again. Hundreds of stores, including several huge department stores, grocery stores, restaurants, museums, galleries, cruise ships docking, street musicians playing. Seattle actually is one of the best downtowns in all of America. Though no Washington Senator would say such a thing. Because it would sound stupid and self-aggrandizing.
Seattle is a bustling city. All the west coast cities are that way. Dallas is bustling. San Antonio is bustling. Houston's downtown is a good thing. So is Austin's. I like El Paso. But Fort Worth is SLEEPY. There is not even one single department store downtown, no grocery store, few stores for that matter. The deadest downtown in America on the busiest shopping day in America, the day after Thanksgiving, because there are few places to shop.
One of the best downtowns in America can't even keep open it's signature park on its north end, that being Heritage Park, now surrounded with cyclone fence and Keep Out signs. Downtown Fort Worth couldn't even manage to get a little public market right. Even though they modeled it, um, after Seattle's Pike Place, with something going wildly askew with the model.
And people wonder why those who watch what goes on here think this plan to make a fake lake and some canals is likely going to be a money-sucking boondoggle? I'd like to believe it won't be. I'd like to believe it'd be a great thing, fast-tracked to success, built quickly, transforming downtown Fort Worth into something special for the first time in its history. But, I just don't see that happening. Not from what I read about it.
And it doesn't help to have politicians feeding some Fort Worthers illusions about Fort Worth, rather than face the realities of all that doesn't quite work right in downtown Fort Worth and work on truly making it one of the best downtowns in America. The city could send a task force out to check on how other cities are doing. And compare it to Fort Worth. Start with Seattle and head down the coast. If the task force returns and still claims Fort Worth has one of America's best downtowns I'll have to realize something being added to the water here is causing some rather strong hallucinations.
Jerry Horton Battles Chesapeake Energy & Fort Worth
Just when I think that the bad stuff being done in Fort Worth by corrupt companies like Chesapeake Energy can't get worse, they find a new way to hit a new low.
One of Fort Worth's best blogs, West & Clear, recently told the story of what Chesapeake is doing to one fine lady in East Fort Worth named Jerry Horton. I live in East Fort Worth. I am often in Jerry Horton's neighborhood. I was there today.
West & Clear and others produced the below excellent video in which Jerry Horton tells you what Chesapeake Energy is doing to her. You who don't live in Texas, can you imagine this happening in your state? In the West Coast states I'm pretty sure Chesapeake Energy would be run out of town or end up in jail for fraud and illegal intimidation tactics and who knows what else. In Texas, though, it's still the Wild West and the law does not do a good job of protecting the interests of the little guy.
Shocking stuff. Watch the video below. Read the West & Clear article here. If someone wants to send me the source video I can YouTube it for possible viral/worldwide distribution.
The Amazing Race & The Amazing Star-Telegram
Dallas and Starr Post-Show Romance is Going.
With Smooching Photos.
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THE AMAZING RACE WITH DALLAS AND TONI MISSING
After a month of reading the Tacoma News Tribune and the New York Times it was a bit of a jolt this morning to find myself back with the Fort Worth Star-Telegram being my morning paper.Both the Star-Telegram and the News Tribune are McClatchy newspapers. So, why does the Star-Telegram have so few columnists on its editorial page compared to the News Tribune?
And why does the Star-Telegram make Doonesbury so hard to read on their editorial page when the News Tribune does not?
Not once whilst reading the Tacoma News Tribune did I read any writer make some connection between Tacoma or Washington or the Pacific Northwest and some TV show.
My first day back and the Star-Telegram does it again in an article about my favorite TV show. A show I'd feared CBS had cancelled, that being The Amazing Race.
I'll copy and paste the Star-Telegram Amazing Race article verbatim with its Amazing Connection to Fort Worth.....
North Texas team to compete in 'The Amazing Race’
A brother-and-sister team with ties to Fort Worth will try to continue the success of North Texas contestants on reality shows when the 13th edition of The Amazing Race debuts on CBS at 7 p.m. Sept. 28.
Star Spangler (yes, that’s really her name), a former Dallas Cowboy cheerleader who lists her hometown as Fort Worth, and brother Nick, who performed in a recent Casa Mañana production of The Fantasticks, will be one of the 11 teams vying for the grand prize of $1 million.
In media materials, they admit to an uncommon level of competitive instinct, even with each other, which could make for some exciting TV.
One team the siblings will face is made up of geeky best friends Mark Yturralde, 41, and Bill Hahler, 42. The Comic-Con treasurer and student aid administrator from San Diego have been pals for more than 20 years and have auditioned for Race since the third season. The superhero and gaming aficionados said they left their toys at home during the race.
"We’ve got really teeny backpacks," Hahler said. "They are small. We wanted to make sure that there wasn’t anything to prevent us from putting that pack underneath the seat in front of us when we got on a plane."
Two couples teams look promising, too.
Married beekeepers and self-described hippies Anita Jones, 63, and Arthur Jones, 61, from Eugene, Ore., are the oldest — and perhaps most colorful — team on this season.
Among their mottos: "Don’t worry, be hippie" and "The hokey pokey is what it’s all about."
Ken Greene, a former St. Louis Cardinals and San Diego Chargers defensive back, now 51, will race with estranged wife Tina.
Starting at the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum, the contestants will travel more than 30,000 miles in 23 days to countries like Brazil, Bolivia, Russia and Kazakhstan.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Yahoo! I'm Back in Texas!
Best flight ever. Everything went well. I had no trauma during the going through the security ordeal. No alarms went off. No body cavity searches. Nothing flying off a conveyor belt. No pants falling down. No oranges rolling all over.
Absolutely problem free. I attribute this to my little baby sister delivering me to the airport in a totally stress-free manner. That started it off good.
I was in Position 33 to board on my Southwest flight. My strategy for the first leg was to head to the back of the plane. I figured if it wasn't a full flight, that back seats had the best chance of having no annoying person sitting next to me.
However. It was a full flight. But the young lady who ended up sitting next to me was quite pleasant. So, the leg to Salt Lake City was easy.
That's the takeoff view of Puget Sound you see in the first photo. When we landed in Salt Lake City my plan was to move to the front of the plane. When I saw the entire front row was empty I took the window seat. Huge leg room. No pull down tray. No big deal. I can handle my little 4 ounce cup of Coke with no serving tray.
Eventually some sports jock guy took the aisle seat, leaving the middle seat empty all the way to Albuquerque. I was in flying heaven.
On the first leg we got a bag of cheese nips and a bag of pretzels with our 4 ounces of Coke. For the next leg, to Albuquerque we got 2 bags of peanuts with our 4 ounces of Coke. So, my protein needs were being met.
Below is the view of Salt Lake City whilst landing. It was the roughest, funnest, most roller coaster landing I've ever had. Great fun. I loved all the screaming.

In the below photo you see me enjoying my leg room in my seat at the front of the plane. This was the view during the leg from Salt Lake City to Albuquerque.
Below is looking at the Rio Grande River as we landed at Albuquerque. Albuquerque was not as green as the month before. The best leg of the trip was the final leg that ended in Dallas. Details below.
So. When we landed in Albuquerque I decided to switch to the left side of the plane. At the front. This turned out to be a good move. As the new people boarded this hilarious lady bound for Little Rock took the aisle seat. She did GREAT witty repartee'. I've been sort of missing GREAT witty repartee'.
I told the Little Rock bound one that our goal was to keep the middle seat empty. We successfully did so til there were only 2 seats left and 2 people looking for them.
So, this totally beautiful blonde bound for Dallas takes the middle seat. I expressed my umbrage and told her she would need to hold our drinks due to taking the seat and our seat location lacking pull down trays.
She then whipped out a bunch of Southwest Airline freebie drink tickets and asked if we used those if she could get out of drink holding duty.
This eventually turned into a very fun flight to Dallas. Her name was Nancy. Like my very big sister. She has a vacation house in Taos that she and the husband go to about once a month. We shared our mutual admiration of the concept of having a buffer from relatives. She has the opposite situation from me. She lived in Alaska for years, with a buffer, and then ended up in Dallas, through events beyond her control, in the town where her mom and dad and several siblings live. She wants her buffer back, in a large part due to the pain the lack of a buffer puts her husband through.
The landing at Love Field was after dark, so the Metroplex was lit up. Big Ed showed up to pick me up, almost on time. The Dallas skyline was looking cool, not quite Seattle cool, but cool nonetheless. Lightning was flashing all around. Rain had been falling. The temps were in the 70s. Gas has fallen to $3.36 a gallon. And I'm finally where I'm not cold. But I did have to turn the A/C down when I got in this place. It felt hot in here. Way hotter than my deluxe living quarters in Tacoma.
Nice to be home. Thanks Michele and Kristin and Blue and Max. See you kids in 2018!
Shocking Georgia Bigfoot Sasquatch Hoax
I'm shocked, shocked I tell you, that yet one more time a proof of the elusive existence of a Sasquatch Bigfoot has proved to be a hoax.
Despite the promise of a California news conference at which photo proof and DNA testing results were to be presented, what actually ended up being presented was the fact that when the Bigfoot in the freezer was thawed it was found to be made of rubber.
As in it was some sort of rubber gorilla suit. It was sold by some tricksters, frozen, to a couple of gullible Georgians, who then proceeded to excite the world with what they had frozen in their freezer.
I blogged, skeptically, a few days back about this Georgia Bigfoot. I guess I'm not all that shocked this turned out to be yet one more Bigfoot Sasquatch Hoax.
A Stormy Departure From Tacoma
In more ways than one I'm having myself a stormy departure from Tacoma. It is very windy and raining heavily this morning. I don't know, yet, if this is messing up the flight schedules at Sea-Tac. I hope not. But if it is, being stuck, for awhile, at Sea-Tac waiting to get onboard and in the air wouldn't be a bad thing. Being onboard and stuck on the tarmac, that I would not handle well.
The photo is my view this morning from this upstairs zone of this multi-story abode. I'm fairly certain I will not be seeing The Mountain again during what remains of my stay in Washington.
Speaking of my stay in Washington. My favorite thing I got to do here was to finally see the aforementioned Mountain up close. My second favorite thing was seeing my grand-nephew for the first time. Third favorite thing was seeing my mom and dad and little sisters after a 2.5 year absence. My fourth favorite thing was BBQing. Fifth favorite thing was hiking around Point Defiance. Sixth favorite thing was all the blue sky days and how good the air smells, like Christmas trees. Seventh favorite thing was wandering around Seattle's downtown. Eighth favorite thing was going to a couple of Tacoma's seafood restaurants, Steamers and Duke's Chowder House.
Okay, I've grown bored of thinking of my favorite things. I forgot to mention the poodles, Blue and Max and all their amusing antics.
I was right in the middle of typing the above when I got an urgent alarm from my sister. The rain is falling heavy. The basement sump pump is not working. We went out in the downpour to see if the intake was plugged. I was barefoot in boxers and t-shirt and got sopping wet. A plumber is being called who it is hoped will get here before the basement floods.
All in all the morning has begun as a perfect metaphor for my entire month in Tacoma.
Below is a video metaphor for this morning's Tacoma rain.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Duke's Chowder House with the Girls
Tonight on my last night in Tacoma, Kristin and Michele took me Dukes Chowder House on the Tacoma Waterfront.
It is a wonderful northwest summer night. Cloudy and a few sprinkles, but not enough to stop us from walking the waterfront after we left Dukes.
I ate way too much. I had some tomato juice concoction with 2 giant prawns, a black olive and a bean. Way too much hot fresh sourdough bread with butter. And then the appetizers came. A hot crab dip and mussels in a broth that you dipped bread into. I was pretty full when the halibut and chips arrived.
Like I said, after we were done with Dukes we walked the waterfront. That's Michele walking out on the dock where parasailers take off. Kristin was raised a landlubber in the Midwest, so floating docks in deep saltwater unnerve her a bit.
There are several restaurants over water on the Tacoma waterfront. That's CI Shenanigan's below.
Katie Downs, below, is another fun restaurant on water. They do good pizza and seafood. And beer.
Okay, that's enough with the Tacoma restaurants over water. It's time to start packing. I've got so much to pack. Oh, I forgot, I'm already done with the packing. Out of here a bit past noon tomorrow. Back in Texas a bit before 9, Central Time.
YouTube Flash Sound Solution
After about a week of being frustrated and trying solution after solution, found by Googling "flash audio not working," I finally found a solution that worked.
Fixing my ability to send email continues to vex me. But that's led me to using Google's Gmail. Which I may find I like better than Outlook Express.
The solution that worked for me with the YouTube/Flash audio not working was a free program from something called Malwarebytes. It was a quick download. Installed it. Ran it. It took about 5 minutes to find a lot of mistakes. It then removed most errors and had to restart to fix a few others.
After the re-boot I had sound again working in YouTube. And probably fixed a lot of other problems I was not aware of.
The Malawarebytes program is free for the initial scan and fix. If you want it to do a resident constant scanning you pay a one-time fee of something like 29 bucks.
You can download the Malawarebytes program here if you're being vexed by the no YouTube audio problem. It may work for you too. This was much simpler than all the other fixes I was trying, like editing the registry.
Cold in Tacoma and Additional Whining
It got down to 58 last night in Tacoma. That is 24 degrees below what I keep my air-conditioner set at in Texas.
This morning someone I'll call Anonymous, called me up to ask if I wanted to go to Starbucks. I declined, saying I had stuff to do. Like what? Anonymous asked.
Well, I know better than to go into any details about anything with Anonymous because all you'll get is a bunch of judgemental comments. So, I tend to keep info to a minimum when talking to this person.
Then Anonymous asked how I was this morning. I know this seemingly innocent type question is loaded, when asked by Anonymous. So, I chose my answer carefully, or so I thought, and went with a safe weather comment.
As in I said I was very cold this morning and wish I had a furnace.
To which Anonymous went into judgemental mode on even something as simple as my opinion of the temperature, telling me I'd been here long enough to be acclimated, that I only complain about the cold to get attention. This from a person who has never lived in another climate and has no first person knowledge as to how long it takes to acclimate. As in it took me a long time to acclimate to the heat of Texas.
Like I said, it got to 58 last night.
As I hear this fresh condemnatory verbiage from Anonymous I'm thinking to myself, oh yes, I am so happy now, I am getting attention due to saying I'm cold. I thought to myself why does Anonymous give herself permission to judge my relative state of warmth and then characterize my discomfort as somehow being feigned due to wanting attention? That just strikes me as bizarre. Usually I can switch perspectives and at least have some clue as to the why of what is coming out of someone's mouth. It's perplexing when I can make no sense of it.
Like I said, it got to 58 last night.
I suspect, as I often do when hearing such a thought expressed, that what I'm dealing with is a bit of projection. In that Anonymous is always doing all sortsa odd little things to get attention. And so she projects that script on to others. It's a really bad script and should be removed by a good anti-virus program. Or a shrink.
I reminded Anonymous that I weighed 25 pounds less than the last time I was in this cold state and so I, unlike others more blessed, do not have a large insulative layer of adipose tissue helping keep in my body warmth and keep out the cold.
To which Anonymous replied that I am arrogant to think I'm the only skinny person in Washington.
At which point I'm thinking to myself, change the subject, there is no reasoning with anyone who operates out of what I believe is called a contaminated parental ego state.
And so I got Anonymous off the phone and went about what I was doing before I was so rudely, and I do mean rudely, interrupted.
In 25.5 hours I should be in the air. Where the air is clear and the people are nice. Til I land and the air is hot and the people say howdy a lot.
The Socialist City of Seattle
This morning I guess I was surprised to read that starting January 1, 2009, Seattle is implementing a 20 cent per bag fee. I assume this applies to both paper or plastic bags.
Already this is causing big changes in Seattle stores as checkout people get to deal with the wide variety of personal shopping bags people are bringing into stores.
I've had trouble adjusting to the no cell phone use while driving law here in Washington. I don't know what the penalty is. I forget about the no talking law about half the time. If I remember I put the cell phone on speaker phone mode and just appear to be talking to myself and not into a phone.
I don't know if the no car cell phone use law is state-wide or just a Seattle/Tacoma thing. By the next time I return here in a decade or two, I expect that talking in cars and listening to the radio will be banned. Talking and listening can be very distracting and I'm sure has been the cause of at least one wreck somewhere.
After a year or two of the anarchy of people bringing random shopping bags into stores Seattle will likely mandate that specific type bags only be used. And then those will be found to cause some environmental hazard after which it will be mandated that all bags revert to paper, due to trees being a very recyclable resource.
Canada's Inferiority Complex Ends With Triatholon Silver
This morning I read a column from the Sunday Tacoma Tribune by a guy named Peter Callaghan. He's funny. The column was about his random thoughts about the Olympics. He seems to take the Olympics about as seriously as I do. And shares my Bob Costas aversion.
In the second paragraph Callaghan writes, "What's with Canada's inferiority complex? It's like they're all from Tacoma." He goes on to say he likes the Canadian coverage better than NBC, but that it gets tedious listening to the announcers make excuses when the Canadian fails, "which is often."
Sample excuses offered by the Canadian announcers were things like, "Was your suit too tight?" "Did you have to get up too early?" "Or is it the bad air?"
And then Callaghan writes, "And they have to tart up the slightest accomplishment. A swimmer who doesn't drown is dubbed the Canadian Michael Phelps."
So, last night, during hot dogs and strawberries and grilled corn (delicious, best corn ever) we sat down in front of the Flat Panel and watched the Olympics on Canadian TV. It is so much more watchable than NBC. Very little of that non-stop blathering and constant need to have some bizarre narrative, like Lucy's grandma died at 99 a week ago and Bob Costas is sure Lucy was thinking of grandma during that back flip into the pool.
The event we were watching was the Triathlon. I'd not seen this before. It started off with what looked like 100 guys jumping into a lake at the same time with a giant pagoda looking over them. They swam for quite a distance, like a synchronized line. Then the line gradually broke up and became a sort of thrashing triangle. On and on they swam.
During this we were informed of the story of the Great Canadian Hope who none of us America-Centric Americans had heard of, a guy named Simon Whitfield. We were quite a ways into the swimming before we realized there was an American or two among the swimmers.
After the group was done swimming for miles and miles they one by one got out of the water and ran to a bike which they pushed to the start line and hopped on, slipping their feet into shoes already attached to the pedals.
The bike course went on for miles, I mean, kilometers. They had to repeat this course, I think, 6 times. For about 300 feet, I mean, 100 meters, or so, they pedaled in front of cheering people in a grandstand.
I gave up watching after the first time around. I did not make it to the running part. It seemed like the Canadians were covering pretty much every second of this race. With a break for local Canadian news out of Vancouver, which was amusing in itself, with a Brit accented Weather Girl with very unfortunate helmet hair.
This morning I learned that the Canadian Triathlete, Simon Whitfield, he being the Great Canadian Hope, came in second, getting a silver medal. I'm sure the Canadians were quite happy.
Back to that Callaghan guy. I thought his comment that Canada had an inferiority complex, in the same manner as Tacoma's, was interesting. I've not noted manifestations of Tacoma having a civic inferiority complex due to being in the shadow of its more robust Seattle partner in the Seattle/Tacoma Metro area. I've long made note of how Fort Worth comes across in its media as having a massive inferiority complex regarding how it feels about its Dallas partner in the D/FW Metroplex.
I can see where Canada is sort of like Fort Worth and Tacoma, not quite the success story of its nearest neighbor. But that's nothing to have an inferiority complex over. There are a lot of really good things about Canada, Fort Worth and Tacoma, even though they are a bit overshadowed by America, Dallas and Seattle.
In other words, America, Dallas and Seattle are gold medal type places. Canada, Fort Worth and Tacoma should be quite pleased to be silver medal type places. And nothing stops them from aspiring to gold medal status. It'd be a great thing to see Canada become a Superpower. Fort Worth, not so much.
Monday, August 18, 2008
It's Dreary in Tacoma. And Raining.
The rain has been constant today here in Tacoma. Last night and this morning lightning was striking. It's like spring in Texas without the tornado drama.
So, this morning, due to the rain, Lulu's first husband could not ride his Huge Harley to REI to do whatever it is he does there. This left Lulu without a car.
So, I drove to the Lulu House, ostensibly to take photos of some of her apparently fabulous jewelry stuff and to go to WOW'S for lunch with Frank and Virginia, them being the well-known, constantly sparring partners, who live their own little Univision Telenovela.
But, eventually I was to learn the real reason Lulu lured me to her lair was so that I could drive her to Safeway. There was no WOW'S.
Before Safeway happened I learned, inadvertently, that Lulu was about to slur me on her blog in a most horrendously malicious way by describing me as a 4 year old with attention deficit disorder in dire need of Ritalin and with a mad compulsion to talk to strangers. And that I have no sense about how to operate a successful market stall because I engage the people in conversation, thus wasting time from the all-important transactions.
Well. I'll just say this about that. I lost track of the number of times Lulu wandered from her booth on Sunday, taking with her the stash of change-making cash. The worst incident came a bit after noon when I had 4 women wanting to buy bracelets, necklaces and magnets from me. All with $20 bills. And me with no change.
I didn't know what to do. It was embarrassing. And then Lulu sashayed up ( I wanted to say waddled up, but that somehow seemed mean ) and as she sashayed she was stuffing her face with Kettle Korn from a Giant Bag. I could not get her to focus on the problem at hand. Or her hand out of the Kettle Korn.
One of the customers walked off in frustration. After about a half hour of this madness I was finally able to make change for the first lady, who then walked off, obviously, and quite righteously, seriously offput. The 3rd and 4th long-waiting customers seemed to find it all amusing. As did Lulu as she just stood there stuffing popcorn into her pie hole.
As for the issue of me engaging the people in conversation. Well, from that we learned where many of them were from. We learned Lulu should make more skeleton stuff. We learned some of them read our blogs and I got invited by an Austin artist to an event in Dallas.
There was one slight problem caused by me talking to one person in one minor incident when a lady was overcome with joy about seeing JP Patches and would not shut up about it. All I did was ask her what the deal was with the big fake red noses so many people had. On and on she went, quite animated. I eventually escaped by saying I was off to take photos of the new JP Patches statue. I thought the lady left when I did, but Lulu claimed she came back and Lulu had to shoo her away. I don't believe Lulu's account.
So, back to the real reason I was lured to Lulu's today. The Safeway trip. I've wondered how Lulu goes from having a few hundred dollars by the end of Sunday and then no money by the end of the next day. Well, the grocery shopping at Safeway was instructive. One chicken at $1.99 a pound for over 10 bucks. One box of 12 chocolate chip cookies, $5.89. 4 donuts, $3.26. 2 magazines at about 6 bucks each. 1 package of bacon for $5.99, with a buy one get one free deal of equal or lesser size. But Lulu got only one, not understanding that she'd be paying $5.99 for that one package. I did not get too pointed about this mistake because I think Lulu could maybe not eat so much bacon. I'm forgetting some of the stuff. Oh, one Starbucks Grande Vanilla Bean Frappacino, with whipped cream. Those cost about $4. And was sickeningly sweet. Particularly with donuts and chocolate chip cookies.
The total for 2 puny bags, filled mostly with junk food, was about 50 bucks. Or 50 magnets in Lulu Currency. All in all, the Safeway excursion was a real eye opener. I now know how Lulu can end up broke so quickly. And, also why she's not quite the dainty little thing she used to be in her younger years. Donuts, bacon, cookies and Starbucks do not a dainty girl make.
I'm outta here in less than 48 hours, not that I'm counting. I will continue to engage strangers if I feel like it. And I'll never do one of those Lulu's Shows again without a pocket full of dollar bills. And a mute button. For Lulu. I won't even talk about the bad Lulu behavior that occurred in front of about a dozen customers when my ex-fiance' called. Let's just say it was very embarrassing. And loud. Like a 4 year old having a tantrum....
Independent Republic of Fremont's Lenin Statue
I don't remember if the Seattle enclave of Fremont seceded from the Union before or after the collapse of the Soviet Union.
I think it was after the collapse of the Soviet Union that Fremont began acquiring Soviet statues and missiles. Or maybe it was before the collapse when Fremont was working on having a strategic alliance with the Soviets in case Civil War broke out after they seceded.
As it turned out no one else in America much noticed that Fremont had declared itself free of the United States.
Yesterday Fremont dedicated its latest statue to iconic figures from history with the unveiling of a statue of JP Patches and his sidekick Gertrude.
This drew a large crowd of over 1500 Patches Pals with big red noses and TV coverage from JP's old station, KIRO TV, the CBS affiliate in Seattle. You can read all about this important moment in Seattle's cultural history in this morning's Seattle P-I.
That is one of Fremont's Lenin statues in the photo above. Lenin is less colorful than the statue of JP Patches. Though they were both clowns of a sort, Lenin was a more somber clown.
Another one of Fremont's famous statues resides under the Aurora Bridge. It's called the Fremont Troll. As you can see in the photo the Fremont Troll has its paws on a VW Bug.I'll miss Fremont when I'm back in Texas. Though they do have a lot in common, as in one is currently an independent republic while the other used to be one for about 10 years in the 1830s. Both have seceded from the United States, but when Texas left the Union in the 1860s a much bigger fuss was made. I don't think there are likely any Lenin statues in Texas. I could be wrong.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
JP Patches Joins Lenin in Fremont
Well. Today, Sunday, August 17 I did my last Fremont Sunday Market until I return in, I estimate, will likely be sometime around 2018. Today's Fremont experience was the most interesting of the three during my month-long stay here. Today there was more bizarre people watching than in all my other days combined.
There is a disturbing fad here that has guys stretching their ear lobes to ridiculous lengths. Today I saw what looked like an 80 year old man in a Seattle Skirt, hair spiked and dyed blonde, sporting a nose ring and those weird ear lobe expanders that eventually render your ears to being Dumbo the Elephant lookalikes. The 80 year old ultra cool dude had what appeared to be a teen-age girlfriend. He must be rich.
The guy in the photo above plopped down in front of us with another guy and started playing music and singing. I tried to have them moved. Then Lulu pointed out that the guitar strumming singing guy had a Texas Tattoo on his arm. So, I had to take a photo and share. These hapless Texas musicians did not have a single quarter dropped in their tip bucket. The temps were hot, the other guy eventually rendered himself shirtless to deal with the heat. When their allotted half hour was up, with no money earned, the shirtless guy ran out through my new best friend, Wendy's, knitting booth and threw up in the parking lot.
Today was a really BIG day in the Independent Republic of Fremont. A statue to northwest icon, JP Patches, was unveiled in a plaza in front of Adobe headquarters. I am currently very annoyed at Adobe due to their Flash Player's audio not working correctly and vexing a lot of people, including me.
That is the JP Patches statue below. With Gertrude. Only northwest raised people between 30 and 60 would get this. I overheard the cute girl in the photo, in a JP Patches nose, trying to explain it to a tourist from LA. Personally, I've always found JP Patches extremely annoying and was surprised he is still alive and that the Independent Republic of Fremont was dedicating a statue to him. Their Vladimir Lenin statue, that I get. But JP Patches?
The JP Patches statue is a short distance from another Fremont statue that has earned sort of international icon status, along with the Fremont Troll, that being the 'Waiting for the Interurban" statue. Locals regularly dress the people in the statue to reflect the season or what's going on in the world or Fremont.
So, that was my day today in Fremont. If you are ever in Seattle you'll wanna drop in on Fremont. Today we had people from all over the world and the U.S. drop in at the Lulu booth. And once more someone who reads my blog dropped in. She told me my whining about an Olympic swimmer foregoing cancer treatment so he could swim had sparked a lively discussion in her house.
I love the idea that I've sparked a lively discussion somewhere. I can sleep well tonight.
Totally Full Tacoma Moon
I hope you didn't click this blog title hoping to see photos from yesterday's skinny dipping incident.
The full moon referenced in the title is what was hanging over Tacoma last night. It was very big and bright. Ironically, unlike the night before, when the moon was not totally full and yet brought about a full night of lunacy, the night of the actual full moon did not seem to bring about any noticeable lunacy. Except for a pair of poodles chasing water being sprayed from a hose.
During the night we had a heavy duty Texas-worthy thunderstorm here in usually meek and mild Tacoma. The thunderstorm included rain. Unlike such storms in Texas, though, I heard no tornado warning sirens.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Puyallup Saturday Market & Tacoma Taco
Today I'd been led to think I was going on a ferry to Vashon Island to ride recumbent bikes. This morning the island turned out to be Puyallup and the bikes turned to talk of kayaks.
Puyallup is a town a few miles east and south of Tacoma. It's where the Western Washington State Fair happens in about a month. And on Saturdays, in a park a few blocks north of the fairgrounds, yet one more Pacific Northwest Farmers Market takes place.
One of the food vendors was a bakery. One of their baked goods was an apple fritter. A big apple fritter that they called "Huge Texin Apple Fritters." I pointed out that they spelled Texan incorrectly. I was told they spelled Texan incorrectly intentionally because they figured a Texan would spell Texan incorrectly. I told them I was currently living in Texas and that I thought it likely a majority of Texans could spell Texan correctly. But then again, I'm thinking I may be wrong about that.
Speaking of Texas, I wish Texas had decent farmers markets. The Dallas Farmers Market comes sort of close, but without the variety of produce I've seen at these Washington Farmers Markets. Today we got eggplant, basil, apricots, blueberries, cheese, smoked salmon, oysters, razor clams, shallots, bread, corn, watermelon, nectarines, peaches, cherries, pretzels and a Tahoma Taho.
Kids playing in a wading pool in the midst of the farmers marketing their wares.
Everywhere you go in Washington you see a lot of flowers. Planted in the ground or hanging in giant baskets. There were a lot of flower vendors at the Puyallup market today with a lot of people buying them and carrying around huge bunches of flowers.
People eating in the shade of a big tree by a sculpture called Two Hearts. Or something like that.
Kristin getting a Tahoma Taho, aka Tacoma Taco, aka Navajo Taco, aka Indian Fry Bread. I've had this made by an actual Navajo in Utah at a restaurant called the Navajo Cafe at an inn called the San Juan Inn, in Mexican Hat. They made great Navajo Tacos at the Navajo Cafe. The Tahoma Taho that Kristin got came slathered with butter, cinnamon and sugar. I had one bite. That was enough
Full Moon Lunacy in Tacoma
Five days til I return to the relative sanity of Texas.
Last night I got a dose of the relative insanity of Tacoma. The moon was full. The Mountain was out.
Throughout history it has been noted that Lunar Maximus heightens behavior oddities, hence the term lunacy.
Last night Lunar Lulu and her first husband came over for BBQ chicken and liquor concoctions that tasted like cough syrup mixed with melted cherry lollipops.
Lulu pretty much gets drunk on anything that has sugar in it, so if you mix any sort of alcohol into whatever Lulu is drinking she quickly becomes inebriated. You mix a Full Moon into the drink and you've got yourself some entertainment.
Last night the fascinating party conversation revolved around my apparent (unknown to me) myriad of ticks and anxiety ridden behaviors. And my poor personal hygiene that evidently renders me seriously malodorous.
Yes, this was really highly elevated conversational repartee. I never get this sort of intellectually challenging witty repartee when I'm in Texas. Everyone is nice to me in Texas. These people in Washington are just downright mean and ill-mannered. Very disturbing.
At one point I was ordered to remove the shirt I was wearing and replace it with a souvenir shirt from Washington, D.C. I did as ordered and modeled my D.C. t-shirt that has license plates from all 50 states on the back that phonetically spell out the preamble to the Constitution.
As in the plate for Alabama says, "WE TH", Alaska, "P PUL", Arizona, "OF TH", Arkansas, "U NI", California, "DIDD", Colorado, "ST8S", Connecticut, "INNOR", Delaware, "DUR 2", Washington D.C., "4M A", Florida, "MUR PUR", Georgia, "FEC UNE", Hawaii, "NONE"....well, you get the drift. I hope. Lulu tried to sound out the license plates, but I don't think she knew what it was she was sounding out.
Lulu regaled us with stories of dumpster diving. Including an incident this week at the Goodwill reject store where someone was rummaging through used shoes, along with Lulu, when a shoebox was found and opened in which hundreds of dollars were stored that somehow spilled out in a way that caused the dozens of other dumpster divers to descend on the shoes to grab their share of the loot. Lulu made off with about $75. Which she used to buy more Goodwill junk.
I found the flying Goodwill money story a tad difficult to believe. How was it that that shoebox had not been opened before?
Yesterday it got up to about 90 here. The same is expected for today. There was talk, yesterday, of a ferry ride to Vashon Island and the riding of recumbent bikes. I fear the Full Moon may be wreaking havoc with those plans.
In the meantime, it's only 5 days til I'm back in Texas where people are nice to me. And are extremely well-mannered with genteel hospitality and know how to say "howdy."
Friday, August 15, 2008
Tonight Tacoma is Margaritaville
Tonight Lulu and her first husband are coming over, along with 4 surprise guests with a total of 12 legs among the 4 of them.
Preparations for tonight's elaborate gourmet production have been underway for hours. At noon Kristin came home to assist in the precise cutting of the 2 extremely delicate chickens. These are specially bred chickens who were raised naturally on wholesome feed and bottled water in a happy environment. Until their death sentence. That day wasn't too happy. But they were given special treats on their final day and were executed to one of Braum's lullabies.
We have freshly picked, organically grown sweet corn, grown in the fertile Puyallup valley by a farmer's commune that practices only totally carbon neutral methods of farming. No gas-powered equipment. All is done by hand tools and horses.
Along with the all-natural chicken we will have a variety of garden greens from another co-op, this one run by a group of ex-Amish women who tired of their male dominated culture back in Ohio. Our salad of greens will be mixed with some yellow grape tomatoes that have been marinated in a cilantro-wine sauce, with whole wheat croutons soaked in olive oil before being roasted in our wood-fired oven and coated with hand ground, imported from Albania, natural Romano made from virgin milk from goats that live on the slopes of Mount Barbullush.
We will have only one selection of salad dressing, made from the hand-expressed oil of rare south Indian sesame seeds mixed with vintage walnut oil from a barrel in Morocco dating back to 1956. A variety of herbs with complicated names and cheeses with equally complicated names flavor the salad dressing. It is delicious. You can't get it at Trader Joes.
For dessert we will be grilling Washington peaches, delivered this morning, fresh from an orchard on the outskirts of Leavenworth where each peach is given special attention during it's entire growth cycle and it's own name. Tonight we will be eating Ginger, George, Sadie, Peaches, Penelope, Lucy, Betty and Sam. The peaches will be topped with roasted coconut infused with rosemary essence and topped with homemade vanilla bean ice cream made with 10% milkfat cream we got from a local dairy this morning.
Our signature drink for the evening will be Pomegranate/Raspberry Margaritas. The juice from 325 individual pomegranate seeds has been expressed and stored at precisely 32.5 degrees. Raspberry syrup, drained from fresh canned raspberries, made under my mother's watchful eye, will be combined with the pomegranate juice and mixed with Jose Cuervo Special Edition Ultra Dark Limited Edition Tequila, spritzed with the juice from imported extra large Tahitian limes. And cooled with ice cut from a glacier in northern Alaska.
It's a simple little dinner, perfect for Lulu and her first husband.
Kathy Griffin's Life on the D List at Walter Reed Hospital
I've not watched a lot of TV since I've been in Tacoma. But last night, after a long day of washing and re-washing the same dishes and cups over and over again, in addition to hours of trying to fix computer problems, I was in the mood to be diverted by something other than my pathetic reality. That and apparently I'd drained this house of all medicinal relaxation liquids. Appalling.
So, I turned on the TV right when the season ender of Kathy Griffin's current Life on the D-List show began.
Sadly, we quickly learned that Kathy's torrid, sordid romance with Apple Billionaire Steve Wozniak had gone sour. Too bad. Kathy seemed to have great hopes of getting her hands on some of those Apple Billions.
So, Kathy quickly moved on to other good works. Previously she'd gone to Iraq to entertain the troops. On this final episode she was heading, with her Team Griffin, to Washington, D.C. to Walter Reed Hospital to do a show for wounded soldiers from Iraq and Afghanistan.
Kathy met with wives of the soldiers to try and get some idea of what might work for her show. Then she toured the re-hab facility. She was a bit nervous due to her usual type humor wouldn't work so good, the making fun of celebs and Our Glorious Leader and targeting humor at her gay mafia.
And then Kathy found out there would be kids and 4 chaplains in the audience. That amped up her worrying. Which was borne out to be reality based when she bombed bad at first. But then this guy she met earlier wheeled himself in. He'd had "F**K THE IRISH" tattooed across his chest. Which Kathy got him to show to the audience. After that she seemed to hit her usual level of being funny.
But the reason I'm blathering about this has nothing to do with Kathy Griffin and her show. It has to do with the first amputeed vet she met. It was shocking to me. This kid looked so young looking, she joked with him that he looked 12. Because he did. But he was 20. And his wife was with him.
This kid was not happy. And with good reason. He had the rest of his life to look forward to, missing a limb. The idea that someone like George Bush could set in motion a series of incompetent acts that led to young boys like this being maimed just pissed me off. A kid like that, barely out of high school is too young to be sent to such unnecessary danger. Particularly when the situation we are facing was not dire like WWII, when it's so obvious to so many that the entire George Bush debacle was totally unnecessary.
And yet, where are the Impeachment hearings? Where are the calls for War Crimes Tribunals? No one died during Watergate, yet Nixon was forced to resign. No one died due to Clinton's sleazy shenanigans, yet Clinton was Impeached. George Bush is the worst president in most of our memories, committing what would seem to be all sorts of Constitutional violations.
But only in isolated outposts, like where I am now, in the Pacific Northwest, do you hear voices of reason calling for the Impeachment of this person who should never have been president.
It'll be a long time before the image of that victim of George Bush's Folly gets out of my head.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tacoma Farmers Market Part 2: The Video
I've gone to more of these Farmers Market/Arts & Crafts Fairs/Flea Market type things in the past 3 weeks than my entire previous 39 years. They are kind of fun. Sometimes.
I've gotta tell you, the Tacoma Thursday Farmers Market is very well done. Great people watching, great stuff for sale. And really good food. And lottsa smelly flowers.
Fremont's Sunday Market is good for the people watching and the overall post-hippie feel, but the food and stuff for sale is sort of limited. And there's no loud music. That Art in the Park one I did last Thursday, in Seattle's Pioneer Square, was great for the people watching, weak on the stuff for sale, great on the music and a no-show for food. The Lacey Community Market should really just close down. Though I did get great smoked salmon there.
And then today. Tacoma's got the best of all this type stuff I've seen. And it's in a great setting. A HUGE mystery to me is why the Tacoma entity known as Lulu, does not appear here. Has she been banned? It really does not stretch the imagination, too far, to think that that might be the case. Because this Tacoma Thursday thing seems a perfect Lulu venue.
But, where is Lulu today when she could be at the Tacoma Farmers Market? She's doing some sort of garage sale on steroids at Pike Place Market in Seattle. 30 miles from Tacoma. Today's Tacoma Farmers Market is walking distance from Lulu's place of residence. I know this because Lulu forced me to walk that distance. And more, last week, to get back here when she refused to drive me.
Well, I've got me a flat of blueberries from the Tacoma Farmers Market that I need to get turned into jam and some chicken to cut up and some tomatoes to turn into salsa and some corn that needs its husks removed. And I've been instructed to make cornbread from scratch for dinner. I best be getting at it and quit wasting time on this blogging stuff.
Below is video of me and Kristin today at the Tacoma Farmers Market. And, if you read the previous blogging you'll see I was wrong about the pig lady's name. It's Cheryl. Not Mary. Why is it when I can't remember a name I always think it's Mary?
Tacoma Farmers Market Computer Woes
I am still being vexed by computer woes. Something that got installed, by this evil anti-virus program AVG Free, called SpamCop, is preventing me from sending email.
If I leave AVG running I can send email. The cop lets me. But AVG Free causes my computer to go into overdrive with the fans blowing overtime to cool the CPU that's running at 100%.
So, when I get rid of AVG my computer is back to normal. Except for not being able to send email. AVG Free is worse than any virus problem I know of. Sad thing is I'd installed AVG Free before with similar woes. But I forgot. And made the same mistake again. Getting old and its attendant memory woes is a living hell.
I hate computers.
So, a bit before noon I escaped this ugly monster and picked up Kristin to head to downtown Tacoma to the Thursday Farmers Market.
This was a good Farmers Market. Lots of good food, flowers all over, music blaring, good smells, plenty of people and a lot of fruits and vegetables.
We got corn, a flat of blueberries, tomatoes and 2 totally natural chickens from, I think the name was, Mary the Pig Lady.
Because of spending what amounts to a week's wages in Lower Slobovia on the 2 chickens, Kristin got a very cool bag, for free, that is insulated with a zipper. Very handy to carry Mary the Pig Lady's chickens in.
I'm BBQing (grilling according to the Redstar Gals) the 2 chickens tomorrow when Lulu and her first husband come for din din again. I hope I don't burn them. I'm sure I won't.
It is supposed to get into the 90s today here!
Wapato Lake Park in Tacoma
About an hour before it got dark last night my sister suggested we go to Wapato Lake Park in south Tacoma to see a submerged car that had mysteriously appeared due to the lake suddenly becoming crystal clear, like something in a tropical paradise.
Last night the sky was totally free of clouds. So, The Mountain was out, as you can see in the photo, taken from I-5 as we drove south.
As we walked the trails around Wapato Lake we encountered dogs of various sizes. Poodle drama ensued.
I don't recollect ever seeing lake water that looked like Wapato Lake before. It looked like something you'd see on a tropical beach, an unnatural
hue of blue. Sort of like the color you see when you look in a hole in a glacier.
We searched all over the lake, but we never found the submerged car. This may have been due to trouble seeing, due to late in the day sunlight causing glare off the water.
On the north side of the park there is a bridge across a swampy area filled with lily pads. My sisters and the poodles are scared to cross this bridge. It didn't seem too scary to me. If it'd been over a 300 feet deep chasm, that would have activated my acrophobia.
All in all, last night's trip to Wapato Lake Park was a nice break from my current computer woes that are slowly driving me over the edge. Lord knows that is a very short drive.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Cleaning Viruses from this House

Well. I've had me a day. It started off with an alarming alarm bringing all sorts of mayhem.
My penance for setting off the security alarm was a large load of very hard tasks. I had to vacuum all 3 floors of this place. A daunting task. I've no idea when the last time this place was vacuumed before today.
The vacuum has a red light/green light thing that lets you know when you've sufficiently vacuumed an area. Sometimes it seemed like it took 10 minutes to get the green light in especially vacuum-needy areas.
After about 4 hours of heavy duty vacuuming I thought I was done. But then I was told I also had to vacuum the stairs. This involved a 20 foot vacuuming extension thing.
After the vacuuming I was given something called a Swiffer, or something like that, to mop the wood floors with. It was a daunting task.
And then I was given wet paper towels and told to dust all surfaces. This took another couple hours. I believe I cleaned areas that had not been cleaned before.
And then I was given a toothbrush and cleaning solution to scrub all the light switch fixtures. That was really too much.
After all that cleaning I went to my Tropical Zone to eat a couple potato chips with catsup. And then I was ordered to mow the lawn. I did not get to use the power mower. I had to use the old-fashioned push mower that I think they got from a garage sale.
Finally I had paid my debt to the local society and was allowed to go up to my computer to do something constructive. A few minutes later I did something totally destructive. I clicked on an MSNBC Breaking News Alert. This was a spam thing. This quickly spun out of control. By the time I realized I'd been attacked it was too late. I hit the power down button, but not quick enough.
When I re-started the computer all was well, for about a minute. Then the screen went blue with a message at the center telling me that a virus had been detected and I needed to run a virus scan.
This was a scam to get me to buy some Russian/Ukrainian's bogus anti-virus program. Basically it's a hold a gun to your head and pay up or you ain't gonna have control of your computer again type thing.
Six hours later, I think I have things back working. I think.
While I was trying to get this working again I was summoned downstairs again by my taskmaster sister. This time to have the tastiest cedar plank BBQed salmon I've ever had, along with a very very good salad and a dessert from heaven in the form of grilled peaches with toasted coconut and vanilla bean ice cream.
I came back up here about a half hour later and a half hour after that I think I have this back working right again. I hope.
I hate computers and all they put us through. And the evil people who do evil deeds with their computers. Bad boys.
A Big Foot Sasquatch in Georgia?
Some guys in Georgia, the state, not the country being invaded by Russia, claim they found a Bigfoot in a wooded area in northern Georgia.
They stuck the supposed Sasquatch in a freezer. That's it in the photo. There will be a news conference in California this coming Friday to present DNA and photo evidence.
Now, growing up in the Pacific Northwest I've been witness to Sasquatch/Big Foot hoaxes all my life. Some have been pretty convincing. The modern era Big Foot sightings began in 1924 with a series of sightings in Washington at a location later dubbed Ape Canyon. The Sasquatch phenomenon went worldwide when road workers in northern California discovered huge foot prints, hence Big Foot.
And now some Goobers in Georgia have moved the Big Foot/Sasquatch myth to the east coast with some interesting evidence in a freezer.
The Pacific Northwest Native American tribes had Sasquatch legends that pre-dated the arrival of the White Man. In 1840 a preacher named Elkanah Walker reported Indian myths about hairy giants who stole their salmon and smelled bad.
The 1924 Sasquatch encounters involved 4 miners claiming to having been attacked by a gang of Sasquatches hurling big rocks at their cabin.
In 1941 a Canadian named Jeannie Chapman, and her kids, claimed to have escaped a 7 foot tall Sasquatch trying to get in their house in Ruby Creek, British Columbia.
Starting in the 1940s people in Fouke, Arkansas, in the Boggy Creek area, started seeing a Sasquatch-like creature. These reports became the basis of the movie The Legend of Boggy Creek.
In 1955 another Canadian, this one William Roe, was in a hidden spot near Mica Mountain in B.C. when he claimed to have gotten a real close-up view of a female Sasquatch. (How he determined it was a girl, I do not know. Breast? Lack of male equipment?)
In 1958 two construction workers, Leslie Breazale and Ray Kerr, 45 miles northeast of Eureka, California claimed to have seen a Sasquatch. 16 inch tracks were found.
In 1967, once more in northern California, Roger Patterson and Robert Gimlin filmed a supposed Sasquatch at Bluff Creek, CA in what would become the most famous or infamous images of a Sasquatch.
In 1970 a family of Sasquatches was seen on several occasions by a San Diego shrink named Dr. Baddour and his family near their home in Alpine, California.
In 1995 a TV film crew filmed what they believed was a Sasquatch at Jedediah Smith State Park in California.
In 2005 2 minutes and forty seconds of supposed Sasquatch footage was taken by a ferry operator named Bobby Clarke on the banks of the Nelson River in Norway House, Manitoba.
In 2006 a woman from Dechambault Lake in Saskatchewan was driving to Prince Albert, in the same province, and claimed to see a Sasquatch on the side of the highway at Torch River. Several men from the nearby village searched near the sighting and found Big Footprints and a Big Tuft of brown hair. Photos were taken.
In 2007 a hunter named Rick Jacobs caught an image on an automatically triggered camera near Ridgway, Pennsylvania of what he thought was a Sasquatch. A spokesman for the Pennsylvania Game Commission said the creature in the photo appeared to be a bear with a bad case of mange.
In July of 2008 some berry-pickers in northern Ontario reported seeing a Sasquatch.
And now in August of 2008 we have those Georgians who claim to have found a dead Sasquatch in the woods in northern Georgia, somehow drug it out of the woods and stuck it in a freezer, finally providing definitive evidence, after all these years, that there really are Big Foot Sasquatches. All to be revealed at a press conference this Friday in California.
I can hardly wait.
Security Alarm Thwarts Paper Retrieval
Last night I was told that due to an attempted break-in of my sister's car and that car's alarm going of in the middle of the previous night, that the security alarm of this house had been armed and no doors were to be opened until it was dis-armed.
So.
When I was told not to open a door I figured that would not happen because I was no longer opening the front door to get the morning paper because I made too much noise walking across the floor to get to the door that is directly above the downstairs sleeping zone. My solution had been to read the paper a day late.
But, I got up this morning the latest of any day I've been here. Past 6. I knew my sister is off today and likely sleeping in. I went downstairs, made coffee, then thought since my sister was sleeping in late maybe I could read the paper.
So, to prevent making any noise I tried a new technique. I laid on the wood floor and slithered over to the front door like a snake, thus displacing my weight over a large surface area. This seemed to work. No squeaks. No loud pops.
After a couple minutes of slithering I made it to the front door. I stood up and super slowly and quietly unlocked the door.
And then opened it.
All hell broke loose. First a high-pitched screaming noise, followed by a machine gun rat-a-tat-tat boom boom noise, then more high-pitched screaming. Then me in a panic, almost fainting.
Kristin came up the stairs and turned off the alarm about the same time the police arrived.
My sister came up the stairs about 10 minutes later and said something about wanting DNA testing done to prove I'm actually related to her.
So, with 7 days to go before I return to Texas, my daily Washington humiliations continue.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Olympic Testicular Cancer
That's an American Olympic swimmer named Eric Shanteau in the photo. He has testicular cancer. That is not currently being treated.
I was over at Lulu's, up in her attic, making magnets, earlier today. She had the TV on to the Olympics.
The first thing I saw was some women's swimming event. I know the Olympic coverage has gotten mileage out of personalizing an athlete's story, if there is a story to tell. So, for the women they focused on a Pole who had been in a car wreck in which her brother had died. After we heard all about that sad story and saw the race take place we couldn't figure out if the Pole was one of the swimmers.
It was confusing. But Lulu and I are easily confused.
And then it was time for the men to swim. The sad story to tell for the men was about a guy named Eric Shanteau who found out he had testicular cancer shortly before the Olympics were to begin. He opted out of immediate surgery in order to swim in the Olympics.
That's fine. But the way they made this sound so heroic and brave grated on me. First off, testicular cancer, caught early, is highly curable.
Second off, risking your life, even if the threat is highly curable, in order to swim, does not seem all that heroic to me.
Being in Iraq or Afghanistan. That seems heroic. Finding out you had testicular cancer while in Iraq and opting to continue your tour of duty, rather than seeking treatment, would seem foolish to me, not heroic.
But what really grated on me, about the way they covered the story of the Olympic swimmer's testicular cancer, is how they went on and on about it, how brave he was, how heroic, such an inspiration.
Full disclosure, I am testicular cancer survivor. I know it's no picnic. And the surgery Eric is postponing is not a pleasant thing. But every day you leave that cancer growing in your body is one more day it has a chance to metastasize to another part of your body.
What bugged me really bad about how NBC milked this story is they could have used this as an opportunity to tell their viewers what they needed to do, self-exam wise, to early detect if they have a problem.
I figured out I had a problem when I saw a testicular cancer storyline on the TV show St. Elsewhere. Ironically, I believe, on NBC. That was soon followed by a story in the Seattle P-I about the, then, little talked about cancer. From both the TV show and the P-I, I was fairly certain I had cancer, before I visited a doctor.
I'm sure at least one of NBC's viewers who was watching NBC's full of pathos vignette about the Olympic swimmer, has testicular cancer and does not know it. Telling the viewers that they need to check regularly for any odd lump in that special zone and to get that lump looked at immediately would have been what is known as a public service. Instead NBC chose to milk and exaggerate this guy's story for their own self-serving purposes.
And don't get me started on the non-stop yapping of the commentators while the people are swimming. My belief is if you don't need that narration when you are watching something in person. And if you wouldn't allow some bore to go on and on and on in your TV viewing room while you're trying to watch something, then the same principle should apply to how this type thing is covered on TV.
And have I mentioned before that Bob Costas needs to be fired and taken off TV?
Fresh Cheekiness From Chesapeake Energy
From Chesapeake Propaganda Minster, The Most Hated Woman in Fort Worth, Texas, Julie Wilson (no kidding):
Good morning!
We thought you’d like to have a heads-up on an exciting event:
Chesapeake will be spudding Fort Worth’s first downtown well this Friday, August 15.
Trinidad Rig #111 – the same turquoise rig that drilled the Pearson site (aka the “Trinity Trails” site near Colonial) will be drilling the Westgate 1-H on the south edge of downtown behind the old red brick Star-Telegram warehouse off Lancaster. We’ll be doing preliminary work and rigging up from Tuesday to Thursday and turning the drillbit on Friday morning.
The initial well will be drilled westerly, not actually under downtown. Key mineral owners for the first well include UPRR, J. Don Williamson, World Life Insurance, Richard May, Robert Ritter, Champion Parts, Ron Investments, and Harmony Realty Corp. Future wells from this site could develop the minerals underneath City Hall, the Convention Center, the Fort Worth Club, portions of Sundance Square, and other parts of downtown. Chesapeake plans to develop the balance of Downtown from our four other sites in the area, including our “Ron” site - located behind the Ashton Depot, the "Dakota" site - located northwest of Downtown near the railroad tracts and Dakota St., the "Henderson Bazaar" site - located at the intersection of Jacksboro Highway and Henderson St., and the "Fourth Street" site - located just east of I-35W and south of 4th St.
This Trinidad is one of the newer, quieter, and more attractive rigs in our fleet. Because this location will have such high visibility from the highway as well as downtown, we want you to know that we’re paying special attention to the noise and aesthetics. Frankly, the noise shouldn’t be an issue as this is close to the active train tracks as well as the highway, but we will nonetheless be very mindful of neighbors and install sound blankets. We will be restricting our construction traffic to avoid business commuter times (curtailing from 7 – 9 am and 4 - 7 pm). The city-approved traffic route is from I-30 to Lancaster to Lamar. As with other wells, the drilling here should take about 18-24 days. We are only drilling one well here at this time, so the rig will move off in early September.
Because we anticipate interest in this location will be high – and the location convenient - we’ll offer a series of “rig tour” times for civic leaders, city staff, and council members. Although we don’t know yet exactly what time the drilling will commence on Friday, we will hold a small inaugural tour at 2 pm for those who’d like to be present on the exciting first day. If you would like to participate, please let us know, as space will be limited. Otherwise, we will send you a schedule of other tours so you can select a convenient date and time.
Hope to see you soon!
Julie H. Wilson
Vice President - Corporate Development
Chesapeake Energy Corporation
301 Commerce St. #600Fort Worth, TX 76102
Main: 817-870-1250
Direct: 817-870-5656
Cell: 817-929-6270
julie.wilson@chk.com
Monday, August 11, 2008
My Mount Rainier Birthday Present
Usually I don't get any birthday presents. I don't expect such things. I usually get a card from my favorite aunt and my mom and dad.
But today I got the best birthday present ever. All my years living in Washington I'd never seen Mount Rainier up close. Except from the air.
All the past times I've gone to Mount Rainier National Park, hoping to see The Mountain, it's been cloudy.
But today Kristin, Kristin's mom, Janet, and I went to Paradise in Mount Rainier NP. We hiked a bit towards The Mountain. Made it to Myrtle Falls.
The Mountain sort of teased us with a little exposure.
And then to the oohs and aahs of all watching, The Mountain appeared in all its glory. I had no idea this is what it looked like from the ground level vantage point, up close.
In the photo above you sort of see Kristin sort of waving her arms on the wooden bridge over the top of Myrtle Falls. With The Mountain behind her.
The second photo is Myrtle Falls, without Kristin waving her arms, and with The Mountain partly exposed.
I drove the entire loop through the park, entering at the southwest Nisqually entrance, exiting at whatever the north exit/entrance is called. I'd forgotten how adventurous mountain highways can be.
A fun day. And now I'm being ordered to eat pie. Demanding women.
Happy Birthday August 11 Leos
Like Nancy Reagan and Gar the Texan I am a super strong believer in absolutely everything that has anything to do with Astrology, including Horoscopes.
I don't make a move in any direction at any time without consulting my Horoscope. Or Astrologist.
So, each year on my birthday, which is today, I very warily check Horoscopes focusing on this specific day.
It will take me awhile to process all the contradictory and good things that are apparently going to happen to me this year.
I don't know why I remain such a fervent Astrology Believer. Maybe it's my bad memory. But it seems like last year's birthday Horoscope prediction were very optimistic. Yet the year between last year's August 11 and this year's really was not the best of times. In some ways it was the best of times, though. I guess relying on Horoscopes to predict ones future is fraught with possible confusions.
Anyway, here is a sampling of my future from today's various Horoscopes....
IF AUG. 11 IS YOUR BIRTHDAY: You're a powerful Leo! You have a lot of energy and drive. You genuinely like people and are always involved with people at some level. You're an excellent researcher because you cannot resist seeking the truth of things. You're very comfortable with an audience; indeed, you like to perform. This year will focus on partnerships and close friendships.
Today's birthday (Aug. 11): You'll be quite satisfied with what you get and give this year. You get into shape physically over the next 10 weeks. Someone wants to make you part of the family in September. Your career picture shapes up nicely through the fall. Virgo and Sagittarius are your fans. Lucky numbers: 30, 50, 11, 22 and 17.
Your fiery energy makes almost everything a bit more exciting today, from driving to work to eating dinner. You may just mix up your routines, or you may decide to shake things up in a big way!
Everything points to your taking the initiative this day. You will have more support than you thought possible. This is a lucky day and energies are in your favor for whatever you want to accomplish. Your career, practical vision and skills are of central importance to you. You are organized and deliberate in this area of life. Your reputation and image are a source of concern and you do everything you can to make them solid. Interestingly enough, if you look around, you will find your job security is more secure than ever. You may find that over the past few months you have gained a new group of friends. These are people that have similar goals to your own--you will help each other to reach goals. Your life seems to be moving in very positive ways.
This is an excellent time to create a co-operative attitude with your co-workers, employers or employees depending on your status. You may have to play peacemaker or matchmaker at this time and bring people together. This will bring a sense of satisfaction as well as a relief from any tension that has precipitated your involvement.
Cheerful cooperation the 11th may put you in a very good mood and IS your best day to 'ask for favors.' A long talk near the 13th to 15th may help you to see a 'selfish interest' forming in 'family dynamics' and thereby 'avoid' an upcoming clash/problem. Act upon it by or before the full moon this 16th. A 'big project' may feel like 'biting off more than you can chew,' near the 15th to 17th.
The world you inhabit is merely a reflection of the thoughts in your head and once you come to terms with that fact you can start changing your life for the better. The more positive vibrations you send out this year, the more wonderful things you'll get back.
Being famous isn't everything, but to you it means a lot. You like people to realize you're someone special from the moment they meet you.
IF AUGUST 11 IS YOUR BIRTHDAY: When you're hot, you're hot. For the next few months, your effervescent charm can be a valuable asset if you are seeking a new job, changing careers or diligently looking for that special someone. People will overlook your shortcomings and accentuate the positive, so it is easy reach your goals. Mid-October through mid-November is an especially good time to make major changes in your life or to hook up with influential and beneficial people. In January you may meet up with fascinating people, but don't rock the stable boat you have built by changing partners or jobs then.
Heading for Paradise on Mount Rainier
God willing and weather permitting, Kristin, Kristin's mom, Janet and myself will be heading to Mount Rainier today.
That is, if Janet gets all her sewing tasks done.
The forecast today is for drizzle followed by early morning clearing. Near as I can tell we have skipped the drizzle and I can see clearing to the southeast in the direction of The Mountain.
We hope to be able to go on the hike that leads from Paradise to the top of Mount Rainier. No, we are not planning on hiking to the top. Not today. Or tomorrow.
It is a little more than 70 miles from here to Paradise. I'm thinking we are closer to Paradise than most people on the planet. In more ways than one.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Tacoma Sweat Shop Exploiting Seniors
The day my Mom and Dad left, Kristin's mom arrived. During my Mom and Dad's visit they had an extensive task list that they had to complete each day.
My 70-something Dad had to dig up rhododendrons. Two of them. They were huge. Dad fixed doors, doorbells, car lights, built a raspberry patch complete with a trellis system. And for his biggest project my Dad converted a broom closet (some say this was an ironing board closet, the truth is in dispute) into a huge spice cabinet. I'm likely forgetting a lot of what my dear old Dad did here.
Meanwhile my Mom was tasked, with Dad's already overworked help, to can, jam and otherwise process a large amount of various fruits. Mom and Dad's day would start early and last late.
And, if all that were not enough, Mom and Dad also cooked dinner while they were here.
And then Kristin's mom, Janet, shows up. Janet is a renowned world class quilter in town to attend an International Quilters Convention in Seattle at the Washington State Convention Center. Despite her elevated credentials, Janet was immediately tasked with re-doing all the curtains in this house. It's a big house. Janet has been working on her various sewing projects for hours, using a primitive sewing machine. Janet was also tasked with sourcing the material. This required a long trip to Puyallup that was so exhausting that Janet's daughter ended up bedridden with a migraine. Meanwhile, Janet was a trooper and kept on sewing.
Yes, Janet trooped on. Motivated by things like the promise of Marionberry Pie. That failed to materialize, even after Janet worked for a few hours on the promise of that pie.
Isn't there some Federal agency that tries to prevent this type of abuse of Old Folks?
I don't mind the sweatshop conditions and tasks I'm put through. I'm relatively young and can handle it for the most part. But the workloads that my Mom and Dad and now Kristin's mom, Janet, have been put through, is just unseemly.
She is making some nice curtains though.
The Collapse of the Wall
Big Ed, in Big Texas, this morning emailed me a link to a shocking story in the New York Times about the collapse of the Wall.
Wall Arch that is. In Arches National Park. One of my favorite places on the planet, of what little of the planet I have seen.
The last time I was in Arches National Park was shortly before I moved to Texas, in 1998, I think. We'd spent several days in Moab, exploring Arches NP and Canyonlands NP. It was a group of 6 or 8, hard to remember. From Moab we went houseboating on Lake Powell.
The first picture is from the New York Times showing Wall Arch before and after the collapse. When I was at Arches in 1998 the trail under Landscape Arch was no longer open due to a large chunk of rock falling from that unlikely fragile looking arch.
I am almost certain the above photo shows Wall Arch in 1998. That is Big Ed's Big Sister, Lydia, in the foreground, with his nephew and niece being followed by Big Ed's Big Twin, Wally and his little wife, Wanda. I believe that is Wall Arch behind them. I could be wrong.
The arch below is the aforementioned Landscape Arch. With Wally and Wanda and Big Ed standing in front of it. I just looked it up and it is still standing, 17 years after it lost a large chunk of its midsection. Some suspect the weight loss made the arch stronger.
There is a longstanding myth that Landscape Arch was supposed to be named Delicate Arch, while the state symbol of Utah, shown below, was supposed to be named Landscape Arch. I always believed this myth to be true, due to Landscape Arch looking so delicate, while Delicate Arch seems like an unlikely addition to the rocky landscape. Below is one of my favorite photos, Delicate Arch in the background, me and someone who's name escapes me right now, next to me. This picture and the one above it were taken with my now antique Casio digital camera. I bought it way back in 1997 for the appalling price of $599. I was young and stupid. But, I did take a lot of pictures with that old camera.
Video of the Saturday Lacey Community Market
Yesterday was likely the last of the Lulu market shows I will be attending during my short stay in Washington. The Grand Finale was a stereotypical Washington Winter Day. In August. With cold winds blowing in downpours of rain.
I liked how this particular Community Market had live music. Some of which you will hear on the video.
This Saturday's Lacey Community Market was Pet Day. Hence all the dogs you'll see on the video. Lots of cute dogs. If you like dogs. Which I do. As long as they are cute. And someone else's.
China Olympics Opening Ceremony
I've not watched much TV here in Tacoma since my arrival. Til Friday, when all the current inhabitants of this abode watched the Opening Ceremony of the China Olympics on the big flat panel TV.
I tried to watch the last Olympic's opening, that being the one in Athens. But NBC's Bob Costas' constant pointless yammering ruined it for me. So, I bailed.
In Tacoma I had the option of watching the China Show live on Canadian TV at sometime like 3am and then again, repeated that afternoon. The Canadians did not run the re-run again in Primetime.
In past Olympics, the Canadians let you just watch the show, for the most part, they don't have some yapper constantly narrating that which needs no narration. How do those people watching it live, in person, manage without the help of Bob Costas pointing out the unneccessary?
So, we were stuck with the NBC American Bob Costas hosted edited version. I was ready to bail if Bob Costas talked too much.
I made it through almost the entire spectacle. I don't even know if Bob Costas was saying much of anything during most of the show. Because the over the top, incredibly well-done, Chinese Opening Ceremony was so jaw-droppingly impressive it didn't matter if some NBC talking head was yapping too much.
The only time I noticed Bob Costas being annoying was when the USA team came into the Bird Nest Stadium. They'd been making note of how the Chinese received various nations. As in the Japanese were received coolly. Which is totally understandable, seeings how Japan has treated China badly over time. Hong Kong and Taiwan were greeted loudly.
So, of course I was curious to hear how the Chinese reacted to the Americans walking into the stadium. But all I could hear was Bob Costas droning on about nonsense I did not care to hear. Eventually he shut up and the other talker, the name of whom I do not know, remarked that the Americans had been loudly greeted by the Chinese. We didn't get to hear that though.
We did see our Supreme Glorious Leader put his jacket back on in the sweltering heat when the American team walked into the stadium. I don't recollect an Olympics where so many of the major world leaders were in attendance.
Other than a couple times, when the pyrotechnics and light display reminded me of the Nazis' infamous Nuremberg rally, with huge spotlights making pillars of light into the darkness, and one unfortunate moment when some Chinese in uniform pretty much did a goosestep, this Opening Ceremony seemed like the best of this type thing I've ever seen.
Very enjoyable. But. NBC. Please fire Bob Costas.
A Rainy Night in Tacoma BBQing Women
I think I mentioned, in the midst of yesterday's Blogging about my woeful day in Lacey, that I was looking forward to a Large Group of Lovely Women joining us for the evening last night.
The group of incoming females included Jenny and her amusingly dry-witted friend Elise (spelling may be incorrect). Jenny and Elise have a Blog that details some of the travails of their recovering little doggie. Jenny's mom was also here. Along with Jenny's mom's mom. I don't know how old Jenny's mom's mom is. She appeared to possibly be anywhere from 80 something to possibly over 100. What I do know for certain is Jenny's mom's mom fires on all cylinders and laughed at dumb stuff I said.
By the time the BBQ needed to be lit a Texas-worthy downpour was deluging us. So, of course, with me being the house Monkey Boy, I was assigned the task, sans umbrella, of lighting the BBQ and monitoring the cooking meat product. Despite the previous incidents of me slightly burning beef products.
During the course of the evening Kristin's mom, Janet, regaled us with detailed monologues about a wide variety of subjects.
Max & Blue each got a raw bone last night, which they enjoyed in the rain.
At some point in the evening Jenny and Elise verbalized alarm at a sharp bulge pointing out from my midsection. Their speculations as to what was causing the bulge ranged from it being a portable dialysis machine to more sordid speculations. They seemed slightly relieved when they finally got the courage to inquire as to what was causing the odd pointy bulge and I reached into my pants and pulled out a card that I'd stuck into my waistband.
It was the birthday card from my mom and dad that my mom gave me upon their departure for Phoenix, in which, she told me, was a handwritten special request for me. So, last night, despite my mom's prohibition against me opening this until my birthday, my little sister convinced me to go against my mom's wishes and open the card. I must say that my mom's prohibition against the pre-birthday opening was pretty much blown when my mom, asked yesterday, when we called her, well, Kristin called her (the phone doesn't get answered if I show up on the called I.D.), if I'd opened the card yet. I said no, you told me not to open it til my birthday.
So, I opened the card last night. In it was 60 bucks and a note from my mom to take Michele and Kristin and myself out for dinner for my birthday.
All in all, all things considered, yesterday was a good day in Tacoma. Despite getting soaking wet BBQing.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Seven Eleven's New Big...Gulp
Freshing incoming from Don Young regarding drilling for natural gas in the Barnett Shale in the Tarrant County, Fort Worth urban zone.....
Are you one of those people who says, "I'm not against gas drilling in general, but..."?
Then, where DO you think is an OK place to drill?
For those of you who aren't quite sure if you want a gas well in your 'hood or not, come on over to east Fort Worth. We have plenty.
Check out our latest pad site in the pic below. It is directly behind the Seven Eleven store on E. Lancaster Ave. (Hwy. 80) @ Beach St.
Do you think this new addition to our neighborhood enhances our quality of life?
Do you think it will help us attract new businesses and residents?
Would you like to have one in YOUR neighborhood?
Would you feel safe and secure with dozens of them surrounding your neighborhood?
How about a few miles of 24" odorless gas pipelines threading under your streets and a few compressor stations scattered about?
Maybe FW Mayor Mike Moncrief would like one behind the Seven Eleven near his home over on Camp Bowie Blvd.
He was quoted last Thursday as saying, "We protect the quality of life of people who live here, which we are not going to sacrifice."
Gosh, Mr. Mayor, did you tell a little white lie?
FW Gas Drilling Task Force
Public Hearing:
August 11, 2008 @ 6:30 pm
City Council Chambers - City Hall
1000 Throckmorton St.
Public comments are solicited---
(If you get lost, just look for all the Chesapeake, XTO and Devon Energy pickup trucks that take up all the parking spots.)
---Key Issues & talking points:
- Moratoriumis - Trinity Trail System needs protection - Master Plan - Public Health & Safety - Conflict of Interest - Odorless wet gas - Pipelines - Compressor Stations - Stop permitting new gas wells, NOW - Moratorium NOW - Environmental Impact studies NOW - Increase set-back distance - No Confidence in current Task Force - Bring in independent consultants - No confidence in Mayor & Council - Keep minutes of TF meetings - Broadcast & record public hearings
Lulu & Durango Cold & Wet in Lacey
I am getting behind in venting about the various things I'm being subjected to up here in the frigid Arctic zone of the Pacific Northwest.
I had agreed to go to Lacey with Lulu this morning. This was yet one more 6am departure. I've relied on the sun waking me up via the skylight directly above the 2 foot wide army cot I try to sleep on.
But, unbeknownst to me the sun was blocked by thick clouds this morning, thus ruining my alarm clock. I checked the time at 20 til 6 and realized I had a problem. Had to make coffee, drink it, make breakfast, eat it, take a shower and be ready to go in 2o minutes. I tried to call Lulu to stall her. No answer.
At 5 minutes til 6am Lulu calls me to tell me she is outside, ready for me to drive. I told her I needed 5 minutes. I rushed and made it out the door by 6.
It was raining. If the rain continued, in Lacey, we were gonna bail. But, by the time we reached Lacey the dripping stopped and we saw blue sky to the west.
We set up the tent and unpacked. All was well. This was at the Lacey Saturday Market, which occurs once a month. It was a nice location, but a small crowd, likely due to the bad weather.
We had wind gust woes. And then about 1 or so it began to rain. Hard. And then Lulu's first husband showed up on his Harley. I thought if only my sister and her crew would show up maybe I would have an escape. Right about then they showed up.
I escaped, leaving Lulu to fend for herself. I'd done enough. No more could be expected of me.
I was then drug into Olympia to an eating place where I had a Mud Bay Cookie. It was good. Then we went to the World's Largest Bead Store, Shipwreck Beads. This was no Texas Brag. It really is the World's Largest. After what seemed a day, we finally left the beads.
On the way back here, calling my Mom and Dad was discussed. It was suggested if I called they would not answer. So, I called. They did not answer. Then Kristin called and my Mom instantly answered. My feelings should have been hurt, but I'm used to this type treatment.
As we neared Tacoma I was told that my sister and Kristin were having a large group of lovely ladies over for dinner. All with varying degrees of lovlieness. I'm assigned the duty of being the token male.
It's just all too much.
Oh, Good Lord, just as I get relaxed into doing this Blogging thing, I am now being asked to go get a propane tank filled. Or something like that. So, thus ends this Blogging. With me in search of gas.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Pioneer Square Art in the Park Video
Even with a real good night's rest I've still not got the energy to talk about yesterday's shocking realization that my perception of Seattle is so last century. Yesterday, my longest dose of 21st century Seattle was a shock to me. I'm still not sure what to make of it or what I really think of it.
Suffice to say, Seattle used to be easy. Like Fort Worth. The Seattle of my memory was, well, way more modern than the Fort Worth of the present. Fort Worth seems to suffer from way too little planning and aesthetic sensibility, let alone environmental trendiness. Seattle seems to be one huge urban planning experiment. Perhaps gone slightly awry.
Anyway, while I muster the energy to finish making little movies of the video I took yesterday, below is a little video of the event I was in Seattle for, that being Art in the Park at Occidental Park in Pioneer Square.
I wandered all over downtown Seattle, Pike Place, the waterfront, Westlake Center, the bus tunnel. By the time the Gallery Walk occurred at Art in the Park and we were flooded with what looked like a parade of fashion models, my camcorder battery was dead. Darn. I missed getting video of the biggest pair of fake boobs I've ever seen. Walking on the most ridiculous boots I've ever seen outside of Texas. Next time I must conserve my battery power. Or get a back up battery. But then I'd have to figure out how to exchange the battery and since it's been 6 years since I bought my antique camcorder I doubt doing anything with the battery is anything I can figure out.
August 7 in Seattle
I had me a day. Short version. Seattle has drastically changed since I left 9 years ago. For the better? Or worse? I'll wait on that. Til I see the video I took today.
In the meantime, suffice to say, I walked miles today. I was all over downtown Seattle.
I was in Seattle, at Pioneer Square's Occidental Park for Art in the Park. Art in the Park turned out to be the best of this type thing I've been to.
And once more Lulu and I got recognized for our blogs. Apparently we are developing a fan base of rabid loyal readers. Well, Lulu is. I'm just every once in awhile her guest blogger.
That's Art in the Park in the photo, with the Smith Tower hovering above it.
I'm too tired to type more right now. That and my memory will be better by morning. I hope.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Mom & Dad Left Tacoma For Phoenix
We loaded up my Mom and Dad's van with enough raspberry jam to supply the greater Phoenix Metropolitan area, among other things, and said goodbye to them about 8pm.
It was a bittersweet departure. It'd been 2.5 years since I'd seen them. And that time it was for less than 3 hours. This time was longer than 3 hours. More like 2 weeks.
I get the idea they were disappointed I didn't spend more time with them. But then again I spent more time with them in the past 2 weeks than the past 10 years combined. I should have gone to yesterday's 57th Anniversary lunch at Dukes in West Seattle.
But, that was yesterday. Today is today. This afternoon a fresh parental unit arrives, this time solo, mother of Kristin.
The roof is being torn off this house this morning. So, the poodles are going nuts. I let them out in the backyard. I'd not seen them be so funny. Max was jumping up and down like a crazy dog, like he thought he might be able to jump onto the roof and chase off all those guys making so much noise. I had to pick up Max to get him back in the house. Well-mannered Blue followed.
I sit here awaiting the arrival of Lulu. We are going to Pioneer Square, to Occidental Park, for Art in the Park. I only learned this morning that this lasts until 10pm. That's past my bedtime.
It should be an interesting day. Or not.
P.S. I forgot to mention, my little sister took pics of me and Mom and Dad and the poodles this morning before they departed. I didn't have access to that one. But I like the photo above from Saturday, with my Mom and Dad and Spencer Jack and his mommy, Jenny, all laughing.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
McDonald's With Mom & Dad
I think I mentioned earlier that today was my Mom and Dad's Anniversary. 57th.
I also mentioned earlier today that I walked back here from Lulu's, passing a McDonald's on the way.
Somehow this led to Mom and Dad wanting to take me to McDonald's tonight. My Dad drove. Kristin came along. I had a Filet-o-Fish Meal Deal. Or something like that. Kristin told me to get this Meal Deal thing so she could have the fries.
The fries were good.
That's Mom and Dad in the photo. Heading into McDonald's. But that's not the McDonald's we went to tonight. The McDonald's in the photo is the one we went to in Dallas in 2001.
When we left McDonald's Kristin directed Dad to the Tacoma waterfront so we could see a Tall Ship from Columbia. That morphed into a tour of part of the Tacoma waterfront I'd not seen before.
Eventually we got back here. A baby and his parents arrived and we all sat outside on the backyard deck and had bubblegum ice cream.
I'm quickly losing my mind here. Each day seems to bring one more, or two, things to feel bad about. Tomorrow I'm at Pioneer Square in Seattle. I'm sure there will be some fresh hell to torment me.
Paris Hilton Presidential Campaign Ad & Lulu
This morning I drove Lulu's Volvo lumber wagon towards Olympia to go to this place called Shipwreck Beads. They had a lot of beads there.
On the way back to Lulu's we had to go to another bead-like store for something else. Pulling into that store's parking lot we almost ran into Frank & Virginia's Volvo lumber wagon. Near as I can tell, all arts and craftsters drive Volvos.
After the near wreck Lulu and I went back to her place where I made 100s of bubble magnets. Some time after noon I became hungry. There was nothing edible in the Lulu pantry. Lulu told me to go McDonald's, but I couldn't take her car because it would cost 3 bucks of gas to get my 2 Dollar Menu burgers. I sort of understood the logic.
Still, it seemed a tad rude after I'd driven her all over hell and back and had made 100s of bubble magnets.
Lulu told me to walk to McDonald's if I was so damn hungry. And that is what I did. Only I somehow walked by the McDonald's and ended up back here. About a 6 mile walk in blistering heat.
Yes, we are having a heat wave here in the Puget Sound zone.
So, I got back here and tried to find something to eat. But leftovers have a very short shelf life here before they get thrown away. I found a potato chip and had that for lunch. I'm stuffed.
Speaking of the heat wave. While making the bubble magnets Lulu had the TV on. We were subjected to a half hour of stupid local news. Including the heat wave. With warnings to not over exert, to drink plenty of water and to seek shade. I neglected to mention that right now, at a bit past 2pm, this blistering heat wave is 76 degrees. In Fort Worth it is 93 right now.
The only interesting thing I saw on Lulu's TV came sometime after The View (what annoying women) and either during the local news or during All My Children. Erica Kane is still on that show. She must be nearing 80 but looks 30.
Anyway, there was a Paris Hilton Presidential Campaign ad that she made after John McCain, or as she calls him, "that old wrinkled dude." I thought the Paris Hilton ad was amusing. You can watch it below.
Happy Mom & Dad & Hiroshima Anniversary
If my math is correct, and it often isn't, today is the 63rd Anniversary of the dropping of an A-Bomb on Hiroshima, hastening the end of WW II.
Six years after the dropping of the first A-Bomb my mom and dad got married. Which makes today, again if my math is correct, mom and dad's 57th Anniversary.
The last time I experienced Hiroshima Day, in person, with mom and dad was in 2001 for their 50th. That event was not actually held on August 6, due to that date being in the middle of the week.
Instead mom and dad's 50th was held on August 11. Which happens to be my birthday. No one, but 2 of my nephews, knew I was going to be up here for mom and dad's 50th. I drove myself north and arrived late for the party.
Precisely one month after mom and dad's 50th Anniversary party the events of 9/11 unfolded. One month after that they were in Texas for their one and only visit.
Today all of my sisters are taking mom and dad out for lunch in West Seattle at a place called Dukes. I don't remember if I was invited or not. I'll be heading towards Olympia today while they are all having fun without me.
I'll try and remember to wish the parental units a Happy Hiroshima Day.
The Pacific Northwest's Severed Feet
Down in Texas I'd been reading about the washing ashore of severed feet in tennis shoes up in British Columbia's Straits of Georgia.
A few days ago a severed foot washed ashore near Port Angeles on the Washington side of the Straits of Juan de Fuca. That's what the body of water between Washington and Vancouver Island is called. Sort of the entry to Puget Sound.
So far, no one has been found who is missing a foot. The police don't know what they are dealing with. The feet are real. But where are they coming from? Some twisted hoax where someone with access to corpses is hacking off a foot prior to burial?
Is there some fresh variant of a Pacific Northwest serial killer out there? Doing the murder of someone who no one notices is missing and then hacking of his or her foot?
Each of the feet have been found inside running type shoes. An expert in ocean currents has said that the feet could have been dumped in one location with the currents delivering them, over time, to far ranging places, as in all the way to Northern California.
All I know for certain is when I'm up here and walking along a Puget Sound beach, if I see a tennis shoe I will not be looking inside to see if there is a foot.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Miles Upon Miles in the Lulu Volvo
I had me a day with Lulu today.
Lulu needed some bracelet forms. She thought she'd get them in Bremerton. That's about a 45 mile drive from Tacoma.
But then she looked on the jewelry supplier's website and saw they'd moved to Fremont in Seattle. Or so she thought. And that they were open on Sunday. Meaning, if Lulu had known she could have gotten what she needed when we were in Fremont on Sunday. It's about 40 miles from Lulu's in Tacoma to where we needed to be in Seattle.
So Lulu came by to get me, I got behind the wheel and we drove to Seattle. That was fun. We found the supply place easily. But we were to quickly learn that the supply place in Bremerton was still open. And the bracelet forms were there. A call was made to Bremerton to make sure they had forms in stock. They did.
So, we headed back to Tacoma and on to Bremerton. But first we had to get gas. I continued my newfound Klutz Tendency when I somehow broke off the cover to Lulu's gas cap. And then when I opened her back door out rolled, yet again, some piece of glassware, shattering it to pieces.
The drive to Bremerton went quickly. We had some confusions concerning which bridge had our location on its other side. But Lulu found it fairly easily. The transaction took awhile due to tax I.D. #s and other boring stuff.
Lulu is now in a bracelet making frenzy in order to make a lot for the Art in the Park event in Seattle's Pioneer Square's Occidental Park on Thursday. I get to drive myself to Olympia tomorrow and find something called Shipwreck Beads to get something that I can't remember right now. I probably should write it down before I go there.
Dallas Cowboy Stadium Scandal Feedback
I got fresh feedback this morning from a Dallas Cowboy/Jerry Jones Stadium victim. I thought I'd share....
I own a small restaurant in Arlington. I can't imagine what the restaurants and other small businesses near the new stadium are going through. It is simple to figure out!! It DOES NOT BENEFIT anyone WITHIN MILES of this stadium because the locals won't go when there are games, it will be too crowded...the visitors on the other hand, are not going to patronize these businesses, all they want to do is go to the game and leave.... We have to pay for this, us taxpayers, and Jerry (Jones) and his gang are so wealthy... I don't get it...What idiots voted for this? There is no benefit to anyone, but maybe some motels and hotels (only at major play off games). The streets will wear out faster, the locals stay away, so tell me....Somebody got something at our expense...Also, if people (fans) were not so crazy, paying so much to see the games and maybe boycotting them....they could reduce those crazy salaries of those players...Also, all the money the players make, is spent mostly out of our state because most of them are not from here...duh....
Suzanne Kucera
Arlington
NPR All Things Considered on Barnett Shale
From FW Can Do-----
Be prepared to endure "a Fair and Balanced" report that will, at times, disgust and annoy you. (Energy company reps and their water carriers will have their say.) Remember, at this point in the game, money is the thing that tends that attract news media.
They'll be back later to report on the environmental catastrophes and deadly pipeline explosions.
Nevertheless, this report by John Burnett brings us some national exposure and highlights a growing problem that is spreading like cancer around the USA. Tune in your local station.
... from NPR reporter John Burnett:
All,
Many thanks for your help with the story. NPR’s report on the Barnett Shale will air today on All Things Considered in the first half-hour of the program. If news breaks, it always can get pushed to a later date. On KERA 90.1 FM, it should air between 5 and 5:30 local time. If you miss it, you can go to www.npr.org after the show is over, type “Barnett Shale” into the search window, and listen to it online.
Best regards,
John
Monday, August 4, 2008
Mount Rainier Was Out Today In Tacoma
I've had me a few dreary days here in Tacoma. In more ways than one. But today was one of those Pacific Northwest days that make me remember why it is a good thing to live in this zone.
The sky was clear. The temperature was the level of air-conditioned comfort. All, everywhere, was good.
The Mountain was out. Totally out. No slight cloud cover that renders it invisible in photos. It was out and totally Lording it over this zone of Washington.
I like how the Tacoma Dome, that's what you see in the first photo, mimics the colors of Mount Rainier. How can you not like that?
When you drive around Washington, the Mountain, Mount Rainier, can seem to move. It can be on your right, your left, straight ahead. It can be confusing.
As you can see, Mount Rainier is rather close to Tacoma. Mount Rainier is a volcano. It can erupt. If
Mount Rainier erupted it would cause way more havoc than the eruption of Mt. St. Helens. There are evacuation route signs to help deal with a potential Mount Rainier eruption. On the coast you see Tsunami evacuation signs. In Tacoma you get "Volcano Eruption Route" signs.
You Really Can't Go Home Again
I think I mentioned that on Saturday I went north from Tacoma to my old hometown zone of the Skagit Valley to meet my little nephew, Spencer Jack, for the first time. I may get around to blogging about that later.
In the meantime I came face to face with a visual metaphor for the cliche "You Can't Go Home Again." That cliche had multi-meanings for me on Saturday. Another cliche also came to mind that day, that being "absence makes the heart grow fonder." I found that cliche to be totally not true, as experienced by me, well, more accurately, there should be a qualifier, as in, "in some cases absence makes the heart grow fonder." I think there has to be some fondness to begin with. In the fondness-challenged cases the cliche should be "absence makes the annoying personality traits even more annoying upon fresh exposure."
That photo above is of my old house in Mount Vernon. It was sold in 2002. I had been marveling at how beautiful Mount Vernon was looking, all lush and green with tall trees everywhere, as if the entire town, from freeway exits to vacant lots had been landscaped by a skilled designer. Such a contrast to Fort Worth where they let weeds and litter decorate the freeway exits to their #1 tourist attraction, the Fort Worth Stockyards, among many other locations.
And then I got to my old house. It was the only eyesore I saw in all of Mount Vernon. Weeds covered the driveway. The landscaping had grown totally out of control. The roof top deck no longer had plants growing on it. I wish I'd not lain eyes on this. I was party to the entire construction of that house and did the landscaping myself. Now it's a ruins. I really can't go home again.
That photo of a long street is Fir Street in Mount Vernon, looking east towards the Cascade Mountain Foothills and my old house. My old weed-covered house is located in the trees you see at the end of Fir Street.
Mount Vernon is sort of the center of the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival. The Skagit River cuts through Mount Vernon with bridges connecting the two sides, not unlike the Trinity River cutting through Fort Worth. No one in Mount Vernon, however,
would ever dream of doing something so goofy as damming up the Skagit River to make a little lake and some canals for Mount Vernon, like what is currently underway in Fort Worth.
In the photo we are crossing the Skagit River, heading towards downtown Mount Vernon and my old house, which at the point this photo was taken I still thought I wanted to see. That thing sticking up in the photo to the left of the bridge is the Tulip Tower. Tulips are a big deal in the Skagit Valley.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Spencer Jack Meets His Great-Grandparents & Equally Great Uncle
I've had a long day, today, in Seattle, at the Fremont Sunday Market. I'm pretty much in a sorta yin yang mode, at the point where I am a bit more than 50% of my stay here. I fly back to HEAT in 18 days. Every one here is counting down that ticker. Or so it seems. I feel so welcome. I may return some day.
I'm loving Tacoma. My little sister is great. Though she is exhibiting some disturbing signs of some behavior semblances that match our oldest sister, my youngest sister seems to be trying, really trying, to keep it in check.
Lest she becomes our mother, who we dearly dearly love, but whom we all wish not to emulate.
My other sister, Kristin, is even greater. I just love that girl. She is so darn cute and funny. I could go on a road trip with her tomorrow and never come back.
So, on Saturday, myself, my little sister and my new favorite sister, Kristin, all headed north to meet, well, me to meet, my Grand Nephew, Spencer Jack for the first time. My mom and dad, Spencer's Great Grandparents, had also never met Spencer.
It all ended up being an episode worthy of Dallas or Dynasty. Our favorite ex-sister-in-law, Spencer's Grandma, Cindy, showed up, to the delight of all who had not seen her in a long time. Then one of my favorite, if not my favorite nephews, Joey, showed up. There was a lotta drama amongst it all, but in the end, Spencer Jack showed up and he put on a show for us all, including me, and I'm thinking my Uncle Powers are still strong.
The Clear Lake Mannequin Murders
Yesterday's journey to my old hometown zone to see my little Grand Nephew, Spencer Jack, went well. For the most part.
A couple of Spencer Jack's Old Crone Aunts wore on my nerves, just like they always do. But I'm used to that, for the most part.
Though I'm not around such types when I'm in Texas and it is a tad jarring to expose oneself to a pathology one generally avoids, I survived the few hours exposure to the extreme negativity and likely will not have any of that radiation exposure again for several years. Maybe a decade.
I am always such a naive optimist that I somehow think the Old Crones will somehow someday cease being such tiresome bitter nags. But, I think only extensive therapy and perhaps some potent meds could render some people's bad side neutralized. What I do know for certain is that it is in ones best interest to avoid toxic people as much as one can.
I don't have time this morning to Blog about Saturday in all its gory detail. I'm up early to go to Fremont Sunday Market again with Lulu.
But, I had to share a news story my nephew Joey and his mom, my favorite ex-sister-in-law, Cindy, told us yesterday. Joey lives in this little town called Clear Lake. As long as I can remember there's been this funny, slightly creepy thing in one Clear Laker's yard. That being this guy would dress up all these mannequins to suit the season. Like for 4th of July they'd be all red, white and blue.
Well, in the past week the mannequin family was brutally murdered. A makeshift memorial has grown up at the crime scene, much like what I saw up in Oklahoma City at the Murrah Memorial.
Below, from the Skagit Valley Herald (a much better paper, in a little bitty town, than the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, in a, supposedly, big town) is an amusing, albeit sad telling of the tragic crime and its aftermath.
By TAHLIA GANSER Staff Writer
CLEAR LAKE — What started as a plus-sized bust has ended as part of a disturbing crime scene.
More than 15 years ago, Jamie Lanning was working at the Sedro-Woolley dump when he discovered a large foam dressmaker’s torso. The bust, which Lanning said “put Dolly Parton to shame” begged for the rest of its womanly body.
A short time after, amidst the unwanted heaps of trash, he found a fiberglass woman’s head. Later he discovered a fiberglass waist and legs sticking out of a JC Penney’s trash bin.
With a slight “reduction,” and some metal bar reinforcements, the busty Clear Lake mannequin Lucille was born and installed on Lanning’s front lawn.
She was eventually joined by a male mannequin that Lanning named “Will.” When Lanning learned that he was going to be a grandpa, he used a basketball stuffed under the dress of another female mannequin he named Jill to represent the child who would become Zachary, now 10.
When Zachary was born, a child-sized mannequin joined the family as all three greeted motorists passing by Lanning’s home on Highway 9, on the south side of Clear Lake. Lanning and his long-time girlfriend, Barbara Rumsey, would laugh at drivers’ reactions to the mannequin family.
The couple will laugh no more at drivers gawking at the mannequin family.
In a “vicious” attack Saturday night vandals used hammers or bats to beat Lucille, Will and the boy mannequin Lanning named “Zach,” after his grandson. Will and Zach were damaged beyond repair.
Lucille suffered the least damage of the family, but was turned by the vandals to view the grim site of Will and Zach’s dismembered limbs strewn across Lanning’s yard.
A hole in Will’s neck revealed his mannequin innards. His arm, tattooed with a heart and the name “Rosie,” stuck out of Lucille’s red pants. His head was scalped. Zach’s face was severed from the rest of his youthful body, still dressed in a blue soccer shirt. All of his fingers, except for the middle one, were broken off his right hand, and the left hand lay fingerless. His leg was placed in a compromising pose with Will.
“We’ve had vandalism before, but it has come to an end here,” the 80-year-old Lanning said as he looked at the crime scene from his wheelchair Monday afternoon. “They’re done for.”
He discovered the bludgeoning Sunday morning, after the late-night attack.
Skagit County Sheriff’s Office Deputy Bart Moody responded to the crime scene shortly after.
“Of course we would like to catch someone doing stuff like this,” said Chief Criminal Deputy Will Reichardt. “Right now we have no leads, and there is no evidence of who did this and no witnesses.”
Reminiscing on the lives of Lucille, Will, Zach and Jill, who was stolen years ago, Rumsey paged through several of her 20 photo albums, each filled with faded photos of the fiberglass family. Each one pictures the family standing in various poses and different coordinated outfits.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Mount Vernon, Washington & Mount Vernon, Texas
In a couple hours everyone in this house, including the poodle boys, will be heading north to the Skagit Valley. I moved to Texas from the Washington town called Mount Vernon. Mount Vernon is the Big City in the Skagit Valley.
There is also a Mount Vernon in Texas. There are likely a lot of Mount Vernon's all over the country. The Washington Mount Vernon has about 30,000 people living in it. It's in a very scenic setting with the Skagit River running through town, mountains to the east and farmland to the west. Farmland that can be very colorful in the spring when the valley floor is covered with tulips, daffodils, irises and rhododendrons in bloom.
Mount Vernon these days is a very successful little town. A few years back one of those Best in America type lists named Mount Vernon "The Best Small Town in America." CNN showed up among others. Fort Worth had a city wide celebration when an obscure D.C. lobbying group named Fort Worth one of the nation's top 10 most livable communites. CNN did not show up. Nor did any other legit news entity. The Fort Worth Star-Telegram did cover this bogus award with their patented breathless wonder. Like I said, no legit news entity covered Fort Worth's shining moment.
Back in the early 1970s Mount Vernon was not doing as well as it is now. The town of Leavenworth in eastern Washington had transformed itself into a hugely successful tourist town. Civic leaders in Mount Vernon came up with the goofy idea of turning Mount Vernon into a Colonial America type town, with the only reason being that the town was named after George Washington's house.
Before common sense prevailed a couple businesses remodeled with a Colonial look. And a festival sprung up around George's birthday that including a re-enactment of Washington's famous river crossing at Valley Forge. It was all bizarre. I remember watching a messy cherry pie eating contest. One of the saddest victims of the Mount Vernon Colonial era was the Mount Vernon High School band. They spent a small fortune on very goofy new uniforms that were made to look like Revolutionary War uniforms, including tri-corner hats. They were stuck with those awful uniforms for years.
Mount Vernon, Texas is a bit smaller than the Washington version with only 2,286 people. The Texas Mount Vernon existed long before Washington had even managed to become a state, let alone the Washington Mount Vernon manage to become a town. The Texas Mount Vernon has a bit more historical significance than the Washington version.
The Choctaw Trail runs through the Texas Mount Vernon's town center. The Bankhead Highway, which was the United State's first east/west transcontinental highway, remains Mount Vernon's Main Street. The Cherokee Trace runs along the towns eastern edge.
If you don't know what the Choctaw and Cherokee Trails are, Google it.
There are multiple historical markers in the Texas Mount Vernon. I don't know of any in the Washington version. The Texas Mount Vernon has over 65 homes designated as historic. I don't think the Washington Mount Vernon has any of those either.
So, there you go, the Tale of Two Mount Vernons, one of which I will be seeing in a short while.
Tacoma Meth & Me
One of my Tacoma acquaintances has a son who has a good, responsible job in Hawaii. He works for 5 months in a row and then he gets 5 weeks off, during which the company will fly him anywhere he wants to go.
During his 5 weeks off my acquaintance's son always chooses to come home to Tacoma. He'll stay with his mom and dad for a couple days. And then disappear, drawn back in to Tacoma's meth drug culture.
This is a kid who, til a few years back, would have nothing to do with drugs or alcohol. But, for some reason some how he discovered this meth stuff. Unlike most meth users this kid can get on and off the stuff.
His most recent meth bender ended a couple days ago. I saw him yesterday. I was shocked. He looked like he'd been beat up, battered all over, open sores, black eyes.
I can't imagine doing this to yourself. He said the wounds hurt. They looked like a bad infection ready to happen. I feel sorry for his mom and dad, watching them try and cope with this.
His mom made some reference to the damage and the kid said it's the price for having fun.
Very disturbing. Life sentences need to be the norm for whoever makes and sells this meth stuff.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Seafood At Steamers in Tacoma
Today Tacoma started out gloomy, wet and cold. By mid-day the gloom had lifted. By late afternoon summer had returned. By 6pm I was in a restaurant looking out at blue sky blue water splendor in a part of Tacoma I'd not been to before. Titlow beach.
I don't know why this beach has such a name. You'd think this would be the name of a nude beach. But at Titlow beach there are a couple places to eat, among other things, like hiking trails, parks and a big public swimming pool.
My mom and dad have been wanting Pacific Northwest type seafood. That usually means dungeness crab, clams (either horseshoe or razor), clam chowder and cod or halibut.
So, tonight my sister and Kristin took me and Mom and Dad to a place called Steamers. It was right at sea level with good views of the water and the Tacoma Narrows Bridges. The tide was changing so we got to watch boats struggle against the current.
Steamers is one of those order at the front, find a seat and the food is delivered to you type places. We got halibut and chips, cod and chips, coconut shrimp with Caesar salad and clam chowder.
It was the best seafood I've had since August of 2004, when Lulu and I went out to Ocean Shores, on the Pacific, and had really good cod and razor clam chowder. Steamers cup of chowder comes in an actual cup. That's the coffee cup looking thing you see in the photo.
Steamers was very busy. And it was early. There is an outdoor dining area that looked inviting. But my mom thought she'd get cold. She was wrong. I don't recollect food arriving so quickly as it did tonight at Steamers. I'm telling you it was only a couple minutes. It was all good, totally non-greasy.
I'd go back. I don't often say that.
After Steamers my sister drove us across the Tacoma Narrows to Gig Harbor. Gig Harbor has grown a lot since I last saw it. They are very particular in Gig Harbor. All the new development
is very well designed and has to meet exacting standards, as in it blends in with the trees, has a matching look and the roads are all heavily landscaped with elaborate round-about traffic circles to make it all flow easy. No garish signs. As in the McDonald's has no golden arches and is very very muted with a woodsy style of architecture. Would you guess that's a McDonald's in the photo?
Seeing Spencer Jack
That last time I was up in Washington was April of 2006. I had a primary reason to be here at that time, with the secondary reason being to attend the wedding of my oldest nephew, Jason to a sweet, funny, good-natured, likable, pretty young lady named Jenny.
About a year and a half later Spencer Jack was born, making my brother and my favorite ex-sister-in-law, grandparents. And my mom and dad great-grandparents.
My mom and dad were unable to attend the wedding. They have not met Spencer Jack. Nor have I.
Spencer Jack is so named because someone told my impressionable nephew that you can not go wrong naming your oldest kid after your richest relative. So, Spencer was given the same name as my ex-wife's last name. It's very confusing.
Tomorrow Spencer Jack's Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa will see him for the first time. It will also be the first time Spencer Jack gets to meet his favorite Great Uncle. That's me.
We will be meeting Spencer Jack up in the Skagit Valley at a place called Bay View State Park. Spencer Jack's dad will be real busy tomorrow due to his Jason's Grub restaurant being in Anacortes and it being the weekend of the Anacortes Arts & Crafts Festival.
We currently do not know who is bringing Spencer Jack out to Bay View. It may be his Uncle Joey. Or my ex-sister-in-law. Or someone else. It'd be nice if Spencer's mom could bring him out if his dad was not available.
So where is Spencer Jack's mother in this picture? Well, I'm glad you asked. In a turn of events none of us saw coming, my nephew is in the process of being divorced from the adorably sweet, kind, good-hearted, nice girl he married.
I hope my nephew will someday be as friendly with his ex-wife as I am with mine. I've not seen my ex since the aforementioned wedding. She'll be there tomorrow. It's hard to get divorced in my family. They just don't let you go. I wonder if this has anything to do with why I moved to Texas?
Lulu & Durango at Pioneer Square, Fremont & Lacey
This morning I went over to Lulu's, on the dark side of Tacoma. Dark, today, due to her side of town still being cloudy and dripping, while my north side of town had returned to blue skies. Lulu's zone of Tacoma is generally more gloomy than my end of town.
While Lulu and I consulted, I made 100s of these bubble magnet things til the fumes from the resin started making my throat constrict. I'd never experienced anything like it before. Perhaps it was not the resin, but rather the possibly toxic dust-laden air in Lulu's work space that put me near respiratory failure.
All I know for certain is when I left Lulu's, lung function seemed to quickly return to normal.
While I was still able to breathe, Lulu told me my schedule for the remainder of my time up north. Lulu & Durango will be making another appearance at the Fremont Sunday Market, this coming Sunday. Depending how that goes, this may be Durango's final Fremont appearance.
Then on Thursday, Lulu & Durango will be where Seattle began, Pioneer Square. We will be at Occidental Park for First Thursday's Art in the Park.
According to the Pioneer Square website...
"Discover Seattle’s most talented emerging artists at Art in the Park on First Thursdays, February through December. Grab a latte, stroll through historic Occidental Park, and immerse yourself in the Emerald City's vibrant independent art scene."
The other appearance by Lulu & Durango will be at a show in Lacey. That's down near Olympia. I don't remember the name of the Lacey show. I think it is next Saturday. Lacey, Washington is like Fort Worth, Texas. Both have a Cabela's. Only Lacey didn't have to bend over backwards, with bribes, to get one. And, unlike Fort Worth, Cabela's did not tell Lacey that their Cabela's store would be the #1 Tourist Attraction in Washington, while Fort Worth fell for the con that their Cabela's store would be the #1 Tourist Attraction in Texas. One would think real Texans would have found such an assertion somehow insulting. But they didn't.
Anyway. See you at Fremont, Pioneer Square or Lacey. Or any combo of.
Gas Below 4 Bucks in Washington
Last Saturday the Puyallup Indian Tribe lowered the gas price at their casino station to $3.99. This caused long long lines at their gas pumps. Lulu and I filled up her van there in the wee hours of Sunday. The lines were short at that time.
Now, moving forward just a few days, the price here in the Puget Sound zone has fallen under $4 all over. People seem thrilled, near as I can tell, from what I read in the paper, hear on the radio, see on TV and in person.
Which leads me to wonder if we are not a nation of easily manipulated sheep. I remember when I moved to Texas, in 1999, filling up in Amarillo. Gas was $.77 a gallon. Two years later I was driving back to the Northwest for my mom and dad's 50th anniversary. Gas in Amarillo was $1.19.
On that trip I needed gas in La Grange, Oregon. It was $1.79. I'd never seen such high gas prices. I did not fill the tank, figuring it'd be cheaper when I got to a less isolated spot. It wasn't. By the time I passed through Amarillo again, a month later, gas was $1.39 a gallon.
A couple years ago gas was hovering in the 2 buck zone. I was down in Dinosaur Valley at the state park. People were abuzz with the fact that a gas price war had broken out in the nearby town of Glen Rose. Two stations were selling the evil liquid for $1.50 a gallon. I filled up. There weren't lines waiting to get the cheap gas.
A year or so ago, (it's easy to lose track of time regarding the ever rising price of gas) gas had gone over $2. People were not happy. And then it went back down under $2 and people were so grateful.
Which leads me to the point of what I'm rambling about. As in it seems we are being constantly conditioned to accept ever higher prices. It goes up suddenly and we are appalled. And then the price drops a bit and we are so happy. And then the cycle repeats.
It's like some clever manipulator somewhere is gleefully amazed that they are so easily conditioning people to paying an amount per gallon that is beyond their fondest hopes of what they could get away with.
I think the same clever manipulator must be handling the milk prices too.
Rain Rain Rain in Tacoma
Yesterday started out fine, here in Tacoma. Around 2 in the afternoon I was at Point Defiance and I saw part of The Mountain, as in Mount Rainier, out, as in the bottom half was not covered by clouds.
By early evening rain began to fall. It does not often rain in the Puget Sound region in summer. This was like the type rain that bedevils the northwest during the other 3 seasons, particularly winter.
And now, this morning, it is still raining, raining hard. Dark, cold, gloomy and wet. Sort of like a weather metaphor for how I am feeling about just about every aspect of my existence.
In the photo you are looking at my yoga and grocery shopping partner, Kristin, and the 2 poodles in our care, Max & Blue. It's so gloomy here, even using the flash could not get the photo any brighter.
Meanwhile, in Fort Worth, the skies are clear, it is 86 at 7 am, heading towards a high of 102. Yesterday got to 106. Here, in Tacoma, I think it got to 66, yesterday. Brrrrr. My sister found a knitted ski type cap for me to wear, at all times, to help keep me warmer. I am so grateful. It's the small things that matter when you battle the elements in a difficult climate.