This is a Blog Post

Warning: Word Usage Geekery Ahead…

This is a blog post. All the blog posts compiled together are a blog.

It drives me slightly nuts when people call a blog post a blog. You are writing and posting to a blog, thus it is a blog post.

One does not call one deer a herd. Nor does one call a crow a murder, nor a dog a pack. To have a herd of deer, one needs more than 3 or 4 deer – plural. One needs at least 3 or 4 dogs to have a pack. Multiple crows to have a murder. etc.

For the folks who write blog to indicate a singular instance, one wonders what they call a plural or grouping or compilation of said singular instanctiation? Can’t be a blog can it?

Goodbye 2016 – You Bloody Old Year!

Scruffy in his Dog House

Sat. 12.31.16 – Dear 2016, I had so many hopes for you. Hopes of a good year, a year of progress, a year of healing, a year of forward movement. While you weren’t so bad to me personally, as I did have forward movement in my own life. But you were a rather awful year in many other aspects.

2016, you were a year of closures and deaths.

Goodbye, 2016. Farewell to David Bowie, Price, and Carrie Fisher. Farewell to any remaining respect that I had for the United States of America. I will be telling folks from now on that I am a Californian.

Closer to home, farewell to Mr. Scruffy McDoglet.

Orion Rising over The Moovalya Keys

Orion Rising over The Moovalya Keys

Sun 12.18.16 – A photo of Orion Rising over the Moovalya Keys taken from the boat ramp looking east this evening by Ms. Jen with her Lumia 950 camera phone. This was handheld at 4 seconds and 3200 ISO, there was a bit of post-processing to get rid of the glare from the lights on the house.

Double click on the photo for the larger version.

Film & Digital: Palos Verdes as Seen from Huntington Cliffs

Film - Fuji Velvia 50 - Palos Verdes as seen from Huntington Cliffs Digital : Nokia 808 PureView : Palos Verdes as seen from Huntington Cliffs

Sun. 12.11.16 – At Roland’s request, I am going to start posting my photos from my film project of 2015 and 2016. I will post both the scanned film photo unretouched and the digital – usually camera phone – photo I took as a reference photo.

These two photos were taken on April 17, 2016 at dusk from Huntington Cliffs / Dog Beach looking across Long Beach bay to Palos Verdes. The photo on the Left is the Fujifilm Velvia 50 color slide film taken with my Nikon FM3a camera and a 50mm f/1.8 lens. The photo on the Right is taken with my Nokia 808 PureView camera phone. Both are not processed other than adding keywords and metadata.

Per the usual, double click on the thumbnails for the lightbox gallery and larger versions of the photos.

Two Days Later, Canela Recovering in Style

Two Days Later, Canela Recovering in Style

Wed. 12.01.16 – Canela and my Mom came back to Huntington Beach today. Canela has a lot of staples, on her belly, on her back, and on her sides. She is currently recovering in style with a leopard print coat and tiger print blanket.

Thank you for your prayers and good thoughts on her behalf.

So, I fell down on the NaBloPoMo job… and thinking of endings.

Wed. 11.30.16 – 2016 seems to be the year of endings. After the US Elections, I saw several folks on Twitter calling 2016 ‘anno horribilis’. I am not quite ready to call it a horrible year, as we still have another month to the year for a major tsunami, nuclear war, asteroid strike, a plague that kills billions, gamma ray from an exploding star, etc.

But 2016 is/was definitely the year of endings. My Grandpa Jim died. Scruffy died. My brother’s friend Art died of cancer. The American Republic may be going into hospice care come January. And Nicole Hunter Mostafa, one of the few personal bloggers who was still personally blogging for the love and joy of it passed away. Damn cancer.

I feel even more than ever that it is time for me to take back up with my own version of personal mixed with life mixed with professional mixed with tech mixed with humor blogging, as I truly believe that making and creating in the face of adversity is how we best express our humanity. Although I may suck at blogging on a regular schedule, I will do my best to blog here a few times a week and on some weeks more.

Dear 2016, please calm down for the next 31 1/2 days.

Canela back from Surgery, after being attacked by a Pit bull

Canela back from surgery, photo by Sue Hahn with her iPhone 6s plus

Tues. 11.29.16 – My mom was walking Canela, her chihuahua, down the street from her cousin Lynn’s house in Palm Desert this morning when a pit bull jumped out of an open window of a contractor’s truck and attacked Canela. My mom was not able to stop the dog from attacking Canela and the pit but ripped her open. Luckily the contractor heard my mom’s screams, ran out and laid his whole body on his dog to get it to stop.

Canela was swiftly wrapped in a t-shirt with an ice pack and rushed off to an emergency vet, as intestines were coming out of a hole in her tummy, as well as bite marks on her back. She was out of surgery and ready to be taken home by 4:30pm.

The vet is positive that she should recover. When I asked my mom about it on the phone this evening she was still in high emotion and so I did not have a clear understanding if the pit but just ripped open Canela’s abdomen or if the intestines were perforated as well. Hopefully, Canela will not have an intestinal infection and will recover.

The whole thing is terribly upsetting. The dog owner at the time claimed he would pay the vet bill. Hopefully he will.

Readers of this blog post: If you choose to own a power breed or a pit bull breed of dog, please for the sake of the rest of us – have your dog fully trained, walked/ran daily for more than 45 minutes, and if you can’t be next to your dog and your dog is in public – please please please have it restrained.

I had a lovely little jerk of a 12 lb. Maltese dog for 12 1/2 years and I followed my above recommendations. If you have a dog and don’t have the time nor inclination to train, walk, and restrain your dog, please re-home it with someone who will. We all thank you – esp. small children and other small animals.