Posts Categorized: fun stuff

Throw Rag at Alex’s Bar

Throw Rag at Alex's Bar

Tues. 11.01.16 – Today is the first day of November and it has been a big few days for folks who celebrate Diwali/Deepavalli, Halloween, All Saints Day and/or Dia de Muertos.

This is my favorite time of the year, not for the holidays but for the change of the light and weather. Given that I have the opposite of SAD and that my migraines tend to be worse with too much bright sunlight, I am usually ecstatic when this darker, cooler time of year rolls around.

The sunlight is soft from now until mid-January. The light is short. And blessedly, the next six weeks will be the only time all year that I will move out of short sleeve shirts and may possibly put a light long sleeve shirt on.

I really need to move to a place with colder weather.

My one festive nod to the start of the dark season was going to the Throw Rag show on Fri. 10.18.16 at Alex’s Bar in Long Beach. The show was delightful, lots of folks showed up in costume, and I got to talk to friends I have not seen in a good, long while. The best costumes of the night were definitively the gentlemen of Throw Rag, particularly Franco’s 1960s groovy matron outfit, wig, and shoes. As for Dino’s amusing rainbow raver meets glam rocker, in the pink foreground in the above photo, well…

Happy All Saints Day! Celebrate your favorite saint, but don’t lose your head over it.

Photo of Throw Rag taken by Ms. Jen.

Happy 13th Birthday to this Blog!

Flowering Saguaro Cactus with a Tiny Native Bee

Fri 04.29.16 – Happy 13th Birthday to this blog a few days late! While I worked most of the evening of April 24th in 2003 to set this blog up on Movable Type, I was able to publish the first post just a few minutes after midnight.

Photo by Ms. Jen on Tues. 04.26.16 of a flowering saguaro cactus in Parker, Arizona; photo taken with Ms. Jen’s Nikon D800 and a Nikon 50mm f/1.4 G lens.

Scruffy Watching the Burros Across the Road

Scruffy watching the burros across the road

Sun 01.31.16 – On our Sunday drive this afternoon, I pulled over at the Echo Point vista point on the Parker Dam Road – California side – and rolled down the window so that I could take photos of the burros across the road. Scruffy used this opportunity to sit in my lap and watch a young burro standing directly across the road – a stare down between canine and equine proceeded.

Photo taken by Ms. Jen with her Nikon D800 and a Nikon 50mm f/1.4G lens.

The Quiet Room

While yesterday afternoon the Quiet Room at the local library was a lovely, silent space to write, transcribe, and edit words, today is an entirely different matter.

To quote Julie Wanda, “The odds are good, but the goods are odd.”

This afternoon the Quiet Room is not quiet; lots of twitchings, movements in seats, throat clearing, and mild talking under one’s breath.

Luckily for all, the local bouncy dude, who spent most of his first hour staring at the Google home page giggling and twisting about in his computer chair, has blessedly departed.

I am at a long, thin plastic table near the emergency exit crash door writing this, in hopes that theese words will breed more words – cultivated word husbandry, if you will, in the not-so-Quiet Room at the local library.

The Power of a Few Well Placed Words to…

Truly it is amazing to see how the power of a few well placed words can completely transform a mundane sentence or tweet. In this case the words in question are in a tweet from Mr. N. Gaiman:

a dodgy Welsh henge salesman

from the following tweet:

I can just imagine a late neolithic slighty greasy dude in a tunic, torc, and wool cloak selling the nice folks of the future Wiltshire on this Great Henge, gently used, currently installed in Wales, that really will improve your Sex Life, your Crops, and Your Marriage. I swear on both of my bullocks before Lugh Silverhand and the Morrigan…

And a competing gem is from the Guardian article on Stonehenge that Mr. Gaiman is linking to, wherein the author likens Stonehenge unto Ikea:

“It’s the Ikea of Neolithic monument building. The nice thing about these particular outcrops is that the rock has formed 480 million years ago as pillars. So prehistoric people don’t have to go in there and bash away … All they have to do is get wedges into the cracks. You wet the wedge, it swells and the stone pops off the rock.”