Hic Sunt Dracones... ...Cape Cod to the Golden Gate; Muir Beach, Garden of the Gods, the Mediterranean, a full moon on the Overseas Highway, the Pont Alexandre III, standing on Point Fermin, the wind whooshing fog by my ears atop Twin Peaks... ...San Francisco, LA, SLO, ODAT...
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Japan - Earthquake & Mega-Tsunami 11-03-2011.mp4
Actually, at approximately 2:30 am Pacific Time, the DJ broke into the song I had playing softly on my clock radio to announce the earthquake, and that tsunami warnings had been issued for Hawaii and the entire West Coast of the US, along with all the Pacific Islands. It was those poor souls along the shoreline nearest the epicenter that had the least amount of time to escape to higher ground --by some accounts, less than five minutes after the quake struck.
For more than a half century, as California's population doubled and development spread unchecked through low-lying wetlands and shorelines, there have been geologists and urban planners warning against building on much of this scenic California coastline. I know of at least one report, detailing the risks inherent in building mile-by-mile for the entire California coast, that was pooh-poohed by developers that put profit over people.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
From Confessions of a Mystery Novelist....: Let's All Do The Write Thing

Confessions of a Mystery Novelist....: Let's All Do The Write Thing: "Hello, All, First, thanks so very much for your supportive and kind comments about Do the Write Thing, the charity raffle I’m putting..."
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Fred Korematsu Day

It was a high honor to have met Mr. Korematsu several years back at the Japanese American National Museum. Today around California --and the nation-- there are remembrances to observe the anniversary of Japanese Americans internment during WWII.


Fred Korematsu and Rosa Parks
Fred Korematsu
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The Kill Zone: Of Droughts and Flooding Rains
The Kill Zone: Of Droughts and Flooding Rains: "by Clare Langley-Hawthorne It's raining again - and for those of you who have been following the news you know that isn't a good thing. A..."
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Copland's Quiet City
Photos are from "Empty LA" by Matt Logue, and "LA Without Traffic" by Tom Baker.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Murray Morgan Bridge

For more information, click on the header above or at http://www.pugetsoundtransportation.com/morgan/index.php Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, November 01, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Go Giants!
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
PROP 8 TRIBUTE by Matthew Machelli
By chance I found a link of a link to their site (http://www.badrubbish.com) that can be reached by clicking on the title at the top of this post. It was just what I needed after OD'ing on one too many news stories about racist homophobic constipated extraterrestrials-disguised-as-humans and teen suicides. I've also added their site to my links that run alongside my posts.
Take as needed.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
FIVE YEARS! Forsan et haec olim memi nis se juvabit
Today is my blog's fifth anniversary.
Has it really been five years?!?
768 posts.
Still haven't finished the novel(s).
Yet a milestone, all the same. No bells, no whistles, just NPR playing in the background.
And still no time to read all my links.
Friday, October 01, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
From "Another Country," by James Baldwin
He got off at the station named for the bridge built to honor the father of his country.
And walked up the steps, into the streets, which were empty. Tall apartment buildings, lightless, loomed against the dark sky and seemed to be watching him, see,ed to be pressing down on him. The bridge was nearly over his head, intolerably high; but he did not yet see the water. He felt it, he smelled it. He thought how he never before understood how an animal could smell water. But it was over there, past the highway, where he could see the speeding cars.
Then he stood on the bridge, looking over, looking down. Now the lights of the cars on the highway seemed to be writing an endless message, writing with awful speed in fine, unreadable script. There were muted lights on the Jersey shore and here and there a neon light advertising something somebody had for sale. He began to walk slowly to the center of the bridge, observing that, from this height, the city which had been so dark as he walked through it seemed to be on fire.
He stood at the center of the bridge and it was freezing cold. He raised his eyes to heaven. He thought, You bastard, you motherfucking bastard. Ain't I your baby, too? He began to cry. Something in Rufus which could not break shook him like a rag doll and splashed salt water all over his face and filled his throat and his nostrils with anguish. He knew the pain would never stop. He could never go down into the city again. He dropped his head as though someone had struck him and looked down at the water. It was cold and the water would be cold.
He was black and the water was black.
He lifted himself by his hands on the rail, lifted himself as high as he could, and leaned far out. The wind tore at him, at his head and shoulders, while something in him screamed, Why? Why? He thought of Eric. His straining arms threatened to break. I can't make it this way. He thought of Ida. He whispered, I'm sorry Leona, and then the wind took him, he felt himself going over, head down, the wind, the stars, the lights, the the water, all rolled together, all right. He felt a shoe fly off behind him, there was nothing around him, only the wind, all right, you Godalmighty bastard, I'm coming to you.
For Tyler Clementi
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Autumn: Set the Tone: Change
Postcards from Hell's Kitchen: Set the Tone: Change: "'If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living." -- Gail Sheehy
Monday, September 20, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Life Lessons from Leave it to Beaver
Life Lessons from Leave it to Beaver
I don't EVER remember him shirtless.
He was such a "grown-up" guy when I was a kid; but to look at the photos of him now from LITB, he looks so f'ing little!
Sigh...
Dragons live forever, but not so little boys...
(Photo from dunnadam.blogspot.com)
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Glenn Beck rally at Lincoln Memorial on anniversary of MLK's 'Dream' speech
THIS MAN IS SICK. THIS IS DISGUSTING.
If had a sailor's vocabulary, I couldn't describe what an egomaniacal, evil bastard he would be to do this. Does Beck want someone to come after him so he can become a martyr in his own twisted mind?
Thursday, August 26, 2010
What does punishment of French collaborators have to do with Ken Mehlman?
What does the treatment of women collaborators after Liberation have to do with Ken Mehlman? As initial anger gives way to introspection, I recall how it took nearly a half century for much of France (those that are not clinging to denial still) to truly examine as a nation the varying degrees of accommodation, co-operation and appeasement that millions of French found themselves committing out of sheer necessity or as a result of real or perceived danger.
It was easy to single out a particular scapegoat --the women who consorted with the Germans under the Occupation-- without admitting that it was they who ate the few scraps of extra food that "voluntary" association with the enemy provided. The French courts still get cases involving the French culpability in the Holocaust, much less those that chose to profit from it.
Washington politics, public and private lives intersect at angles as odd as the avenues that dissect the city's landscape. Many times, those enraged by individual or group acts against LGBT people, people with HIV, minorities --the list goes on ad nauseam-- have named names or threatened to of those guilty of participation, and have been applauded or derided for doing so.
The current spate of anti-gay Republican actions in Washington began when Ken Mehlman was studying for his bar mitzvah*, much less the bar. Yes, there were out gay law students and organizations when he was at Harvard. We probably couldn't arrive at how he chose to be a closeted, possibly self-hating, possibly ambitious self-serving SOB. Enough people have stepped forward to show their support for him at what every gay person knows is a difficult and frightening decision to come out publicly that Mehlman couldn't possibly be a 100% pure evil bastard. Yet, he did remain silent during, orchestrated and promoted an anti-gay agenda as he reached the highest echelons of power that have consequences to this day for millions of gay men and women. Life is complicated.
If black South Africans, some of whom it was my privilege to meet and talk with, could look Afrikaaners in the eye after the end of white rule and say, "I forgive you," then I am aware that now the onus is as much on us as it is him.
As one black South African woman said, "forgive, yes; forget, never." What penance and reparation should Ken Mehlman pay? I am not his judge (formally). I, and millions of others, must give him the opportunity to make amends such as will satisfy the victims. As with the proposed community center at 51 Park Place, there is no one course of action which will provide satisfaction to all the parties concerned.
Every gay person alive knows a single disparaging voice in our heads from decades earlier can color the most seemingly unrelated acts in our future, a voice that all the therapy, good deeds and best wishes might not dislodge. Bearing that particular unique Hell may be greater punishment than any of us could dish out.
It might do Mehlman good to hear the shears --or at least know they're in abeyance-- but hold off on putting them to his head. Whether or not he has been acknowledged for making the effort to take responsibility for his past, we are responsible for our own reactions.
Oh, I'm still angry, alright. But I've got laundry and a bowl of Greek yogurt with honey waiting for me, so I'm about to log off and work on keeping all things Mehlman out of my head for a bit. That is, at least I'll try.
*assuming he had one. Not knowing the man personally, I haven't a clue if he's even ashamed even of being Jewish, much less being gay.
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Friday, August 20, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
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Saturday, August 14, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
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Monday, August 02, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Terminal Island Fishing Village (East San Pedro)
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
I made my first acai bowl at home last night

There are lots of variations I found on google, and a recipe on the back of the sambazon acai pulp as well. Needless to say, whatever you want to put in it is up to you. What I do kno, is that a four-package bag of acai pulp at Whole Foods was $3 cheaper than a single acai bowl at a certain LA restaurant that I won't name. I still want to try some of the various versions in cafes around LA, but for what it's worth, here's my version:
two teaspoons honey
4 oz of acai pulp
1/2 cup of low-fat yogurt
1/2 of a banana, sliced
1/2 cup granola
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Friday, July 02, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
So long, Dr. Demento

So long, Dr. Demento.
I can't believe your song is gone so soon.
I barely learned the tune
so soon
So soon.
I'll remember Dr. Demento.
All of the nights we'd harmonize 'till dawn.
I never laughed so long
So long
So long.
Disc jockeys may come and
Disc jockeys may go and
Never change your point of view.
When I run dry
I stop awhile and think of you.
So long, Dr. Demento
All of the nights we'd harmonize 'till dawn.
I never laughed so long
So long
So long.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
The Tonga Room
The proposed demolition of the 1961 addition to the Fairmont, a survivor of the 1906 earthquake, will mean an end to the iconic Tonga Room with its one-of-a-kind "rain shower."
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Here's your "smaller government"
Photo from the GuardianTom Campbell, Carly Fiorina, Steve Poizner and Meg Whitman are all running for office in California calling for smaller government with less business regulations. Between the recent mining tragedy in West Virginia and the Gulf of Mexico oil spill (with the loss of human and animal life), you can see where their "smaller government" will take us.
Maybe the Republicans just don't care if there are any birds in the sky or fish in the sea.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Don't be fooled by the "Yes on Prop 16" campaign!
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