Plastic Jesus builds a wall around Trumps Star on Hollywood Boulevard
Deleting Photos from MacBook Air w/ El Capitan
I deleted thousands of photos and videos from my MacBook Air to free up some space, but of course, this doesn't free up any space because apple sucks so fucking bad.
Now you have to go to Albums and click on the left arrow to go to the top level/Root of the albums. Once you are there scroll through the albums and you will see "Recently Deleted". Go there and delete the Photo's/Videos.
Fuck. You. Apple.Categories:
Garmin Montana 600 Battery Save Option
So now that I figured out how to charge my Garmin Montana 600 while it's plugged in with the USB cable, I want to turn off all of the Battery Saving/Power Saving Options.
Set Up - Display - Battery Save - OffCategories:
Updating Maps on Garmin Montana 600
So, I installed this app on my MacBook Air called "Garmin Express".
It identifies any USB connected Garmin GPS. It found my Garmin Montana 600
Device: Montana 600
Serial Number: 2JN058873
Software updates available.
Software version 6.80
Registered to: email@example.com
So, I'm not really clear what, if anything, that did.
Only now do I realize what the problem is. Meridian Parkway is not in Riverside, CA. It's in March Air Reserve Base, CA.
So, this means that every email I received was wrong, as far as the addresses were concerned. Doh!
Power converters to convert Spain and Italy to USA
So, in the USA, most of our electronics are powered by 110v AC at 60 Hz..
Spain, apparently, is like most of Europe. In Spain, electric power comes through at 220 volts and at 50 Hertz. Though similar to most of Europe, this differs from the 110-120 volts at 60 Hz North America electrical standard. Certain types of equipment from North America won't work properly if it does not have a built-in capability to work with 220 volt power supplies.
My MacBook Air has a power charger that says "45W MagSafe 2 Power Adapter".
Jen's MacBook Air has a power adapter that says "60W MagSafe Power Adapter" with a MagSafe to MagSafe 2 Converter.
So, this site says that the Apple Power Supply is pretty much set up to convert anything from any country. All you need is the correct connector to the AC Power Adapter.
Italy is pretty much doing their own thing.
Apple has this World Traveler product that seems like it would do the trick.
Charging the Garmin Montana with USB Cable
So, the problem with the Garmin Montana that I have is that when I plug in the USB cable, it automatically goes into the data mode, which is not what I want.
It finally bothered me enough to study the problem more in depth.
There are apparently two ways to charge the Garmin Montana.
One is with a USB cable, and one is with a cable that came with the Garmin Montana, reportedly.
So, I decided that I needed to figure out how to charge it with the other cable.
But then tonight, I found this post, which makes me think I can solve the issue with the USB cable.
Enable spanner mode: Setup--> System --> Interface --> Garmin Spanner
When set for Spanner mode...
Hook it up with usb and when it asks Mass Storage? , press No, and it can be used even without batteries in it.
OK. So, now I'll try this. I'll change the Interface from Garmin Serial to Garmin Spanner.
Now, when I connect the USB cable, it says "USB Cable Detected. Would you like to go to Mass Storage." I select "No".
Now it works, and charges at the same time. Lord God I wish I'd found this years ago when I bought this silly thing.Categories:
Copying .gpx files from California trip
1) Launch EasyGPS.
2) Click on "Receive (from GPS)" icon.
3) Click OK.
So, now I see them in my EasyGPS app, but there's no topo map or anything. So, I save them off as s:\garmin\2016_california.gpx
Now, to upload them onto a map.
Go to http://www.gpsvisualizer.com/
Select your .gpx file.
Click Map It.
So, here is a map of my trip from Denver to California (and back).
I should point out that I have always charged the Garmin Montana 600 via a USB cable at night with my MacBook Air. However, when the USB cable is plugged in, the Garmin Montana is pretty much useless, as it just shows a screen indicating it is connected to a computer, and can't really be bothered to function as a GPS.
As a result, the GPS isn't always charged, and doesn't always record where you are.
Finally, this bothered me enough to go online and see if there isn't a way to make the Garmin Montana function all of the time. As it turns out, there is another little connection where you can plug in a dc power supply to keep it running all of the time. Who knew?
So, maybe then I will finally have this GPS working all of the time.
Deleting Tracks from the Garmin Montana 600.
Click on Up arrow at bottom center of screen on Garmin Montana 600.
Click on Track Manager.
Click on Archived Tracks.
Select the top track.
Click on Delete.
Click on Delete again.
Locals want palapa torn down
The locals around here are trying to get a surf shack, aka a palapa, torn down. This one has been in place for 30 years.
Flight Status - 2768
Check Flight Status online for Southwest Airlines:
2) Click on "Search by Flight Number".
3) Enter Flight 2768.
4) Look at the arrival time for Denver. ETA is 7:25 p.m.
You should also be able to just click on this link, and it should show you the arrival time for flight 2768 into Denver on Thursday 7/14.
Day 1: First day at the office in Riverside
In the morning, I wake up and evaluate my situation. I'm in a Motel 6 in Riverside, Kalifornia. I haven't dry-cleaned anything in so long I can't remember. The clothes that I brought out in my little CC Filson bag are wrinkled and dirty. I can't recall the last time I shaved. My
So, it's not like Riverside is all that bad. I mean, it's not great. Don't get me wrong. But it's not quite as bad as I had imagined. I was thinking it would be like Watts and Crenshaw, famous for the "Watts Riots" back in the 1960's.
But really, Riverside is more like a sort of dystopian desert, a middle-class enclave in the deserts east of Los Angeles. Here, there are occasionally the low-rider vehicles, and the urban gangster blacks, but mostly, the sun beats whatever strife they had out of them long before the day is done. It's much too hot to carry on a real concerted revolution. Anything that takes co-oridination will be over long before it starts.
This is sort of a hopeless, suffering, suburban hell, but it's no more dangerous than say, Tijuana or Matamoros.
I worked in Detroit. Cleveland. Pittsburgh. I can handle this.
At 9:00 a.m., I walk up to the front door of the building. A voice from God asks me if I'm Rob Kiser. Somehow, he knows. "Yes. That's me..." the door buzzes to indicate it's unlocked. And I swing open the door to see that God is just a black man in a security uniform. He was watching me through the glass.
I'm just so glad to be out of the sun there aren't words. You want to race to the water fountain and drown yourself in cool, sterile water. But that would be brash. Uncouth. Unexpected. You don't want to seem desperate.
They take me upstairs and tell me to pick a cube. Any cube. They're sort of these cut-down cube walls so that you can see through the whole building. From one end of this large warehouse out in the desert. Lizards crawling in for the shade. Anything to escape the roasting desert sands. Lizards. Toads. Iguanas. Geckos. Creatures I've never seen before.
Other people walk down the fur-lined halls, bouncing so the whole building resonates. The more they weigh, the worse it shakes. I've worked in San Francisco and Redwood Shores enough to know what an earthquake feels like. And every time a cow goes marching past, I'm half-way under my desk before I realize that it's not an earthquake. It's just some woman that doesn't believe in moderation.
I pick a cube and now I'm sort of sitting at my cube, minding my own business. By 10:00 a.m., no one has shown up to acknowledge my presence. By 11:00 a.m., I'm ready to hang myself. This is what's wrong with the publik sektor. It's not their money. No one cares. No wonder this project is in trouble.
It doesn't matter how much they're paying you to do nothing. It isn't fun. I want to have some work to do, people. Oh Christ I pray that some people show up that have an idea what's going on. At 11:30, my savior walks in. He's been expecting us. He takes us around and introduces us to some other people that are also working on the project.
It's hard to believe that this world is real. That anything matters. Two guys are commuting here from Chicago. They just flew in this morning. They ask about my helmet and I'm like...."uh....I drove out here." Like, it's hard to explain that to...well...anyone really. Like...why on earth would you drive out here on a motorcycle across the Great American Desert? Why indeed.
The lady next to me is trying to connect into the system. Connect to the database. She keeps asking me all of these questions and I'm like....Look...I took this role as a functional person. I'm not going to be doing a bunch of technical work. That wasn't in my contract.
She keeps asking me how I connected to the mail server and I'm like...what makes you think I can remember how I got it working? It was a miracle I found a Motel 6 last night.
The lady next to me starts going into diabetic shock, and asks me to go get her a vanilla milkshake. So, I get her a vanilla milkshake, and when I come back, there's a note in my chair that we're in a meeting. So, I walk into the meeting. They ask questions in the meeting, but I'm just clueless. The lady beside me is drinking her vanilla shake, and answering all of the questions. "Yeah...that was in an email you sent us. I saw that already."
In the middle of the meeting, they come in and announce that I need to move my motorcycle. Like...I'm 50 years old and parked on the sidewalk like a teenager.
"Oh...I OK. I'm in Visitor parking. I guess I should move it..."
"Well...Visitor Parking is normally not a problem..."
"I'll just move it," I offer. And get up and leave the room.Categories:
Copying Files from MacBook Air to Windows 7 PC over RDP Tunnel
So, I'm trying to copy files from my MacBook Air to a Windows 7 PC over an RDP tunnel. But, it won't let me. Big surprise.
I'm not clear what version of RDP I'm currently running. Hmmmm.
"Apple - About This Mac" shows I'm running OS-X El Capitan version 10.11.1.
Looks like the latest edition of RDP is: Apple Remote Desktop Client 3.8.4Categories:
Day 8 - Saturday(7/8) - La Jolla, San Diego to Riverside, CA
Update: I am alive and well and resting peacefully in Riverside, CA.
Starting Odometer: 42,245
Ending Odometer: 42,424
Miles driven today: 179 miles
So, I woke up this morning and drove around a bit. The first thing I wanted to find was where we used to watch the seals or sea lions or whatever they are at La Jolla, so I drove down and found the cliffs about them and got some photos with the 400 mm lens.
Then, I decided I wanted to find where I used to work, at PetCo's corporate headquarters. It's moved, of course. So, it took me a while to chase it down, mainly because I was looking for it east of the I-5, when actually, it's east of the 805. I was kind of curious why I couldn't find Miramar Air Force base. Finally, I realized it was east of the 805, and I drove right to it. Basically, the whole place is shuttered and closed.
But this is kind of cathartic for me...to go back and find where I used to work, used to live, used to play, etc.
Then, I decided to bolt for Riverside, and figure out where I'm supposed to be in the morning. I found the location, and I rented a room about 5 miles away. So, worst case scenario, I'll have to lane-split for 5 miles tomorrow. Pray for me.Categories:
Day 7 - Saturday(7/8) - Santa Maria to La Jolla, San Diego, CA
Update: I am alive and well and resting peacefully in La Jolla, San Diego, CA.
Starting Odometer: 41,885
Ending Odometer: 42,245
Miles driven today: 360 miles
So, this morning I got up and left Santa Maria, trying as diligently as possible to stick to the coast. So, that meant that I was trying to follow CA-1, but occasionally also ending up on the US 101. So, I sort of drove down the coast in this manner. Cursing my GPS, and trying as hard as possible to follow the coast.
The first town of interest that I came to was Lompoc. Lompoc has always been an enigma to me because, the first (and last) time I was down here, some man told me: "Don't go to Lompoc. It's a bad town."
Now, I went through Lompoc last time, and had no issues. What I do remember fairly well though is a mural of some Indians paddling a canoe. And, this is what I like so desperately to see....to see something that I remember from before. Even if all I remember is the photos, I still want to see proof that I'm at the same exact place again, albeit several years later. I don't know why I find this so encouraging, but I do.
I have spent a lot of time trying to imagine what so bothered that man that he warned me about Lompoc. I do think there's a state prison there but, aside from that, I can find no major deficiencies in the town.
I stopped for gas and they were grilling Tri-tips in the parking lot. OK. Sure. Why not. $9.00? Set me up.
Now, I'm sitting here in the parking lot of a gas station eating my tri-tips and some man sits down to join me. He spends 9 months of the year in AZ, and the summers here in Lompoc. Apparently, the Tri-tip was invented in Lompoc. Back in Texas, all they had was brisket. The Tri-tip comes from the hind leg of the cow. Who knew?
I ask him if he knows where my mural is, and he tells me: "If there is one, it will be down there...in the old section of town."
So after lunch, I'm driving through Lompoc, and I find scads of murals. Way more than I'd imagined or remembered. So, I'm driving around and shooting lots of murals, and then, lo and behold, I found the famous mural of the indians rowing the canoe, exactly as I recalled it.
After Lompoc, I really don't think that I've ever been down here but once before, when I drove my Honda Prelude down to the border, planning on driving to El Salvador. But when I got to Chula-Juana, I chickened out and drove back across L.A. at 3:00 a.m. to avoid traffic.
OK. There was one other time. I used to work for a company here just north of L.A., and I tried to surf at Malibu, and failed.
OK so...my plan today was to drive through Lompoc, then to Santa Barbara, and Malibu, then Riverside, CA, out in the deserts east of LA.
At some point I see a guy selling fresh strawberries on the side of the road. So I stop, of course. Life is too short to pass up fresh fruit. And I've been wanting some strawberries since I smelled them in the strawberry fields yesterday.
So, I stop and choke down some strawberries. The guy admitted something to me that I've heard before, but have never had verified. In Mexico, they teach them not to mess with the gringos. Like, you can kill each other, but for the love of God, don't fuck with the tourists. They're our life-blood.
At Santa Barbara, you start seeing all of these drilling rigs out on the ocean. The first time I ever saw them, I was shocked. I couldn't imagine that California tree-huggers would allow anyone to drill off their coast. What I didn't know then, but researched, is that California had their oil spills first. That's why they were always so dead-set against drilling. They had their coastline painted in tar back in 1969, long before I was aware of the issue.
I'd planned to drive into the Riverside, in the deserts east of L.A. today, but once I got to Malibu, I decided to make a break for San Diego. Damn the torpedoes. Full speed ahead!
I mean, basically, my thought process was:
a) No one in their right mind would go to Riverside if they didn't absolutely have to.
2) I don't really HAVE to be in Riverside until Monday at 9:00 a.m.
c) I would much rather be in La Jolla than Riverside, on any given Sunday.
So...yeah...basically I overshot my target by 150 miles.
But honestly, I don't know what to do in the deserts east of L.A. It doesn't sound like a nice place. And La Jolla is....well....La Jolla. So, yeah.
Now, I'm heading south of I-405, and the traffic starts backing up. I'm just sort of sitting in traffic and this BMW R1200GS comes blowing by me, lane-splitting. Now, lane-splitting is not technically legal in California, but it's widely tolerated. And, this guy is doing a trick that seems like it might be OK. He's lane-splitting between the Carpool lane and the left-most lane on the interstate. And there's a solid-double-yellow-line between the two lanes which means "do not cross". So, it seems like a fairly safe place to lane-split. So, I follow him. Plus, with him leading, it seems arguably safer for me, coming along behind.
Basically, we ride like this for some time, where we lane-split for a while, and then traffic starts to flow again. Eventually, I make ti down to La Jolla at about sunset. I decide that I've gone far enough for the day. Sure, I'd like to run down to Rosarito, but this will have to do. I'm tired and I stop to shoot some photos at La Jolla Beach at sunset.Categories:
Day 6 - Friday(7/7) - SLO-town to Santa Maria
Update: I am alive and well and resting peacefully in Santa Maria, CA.
Starting Odometer: 41,787
Ending Odometer: 41,885
Miles driven today: 98 miles
It's Not a Good Idea...
I've had a long drive today. I drove all the way from San Luis Obispo to Pismo Beach, a distance of roughly 13 miles.
So, I finally get to Pismo, and I roll through town. I end up at the entrance to the Dunes, which is technically outside the city limits of Pismo Beach.
A man in a box guards the access to the beach.
"I wouldn't take that bike onto the beach," he offers. "It wouldn't be a good idea. People don't bring motorcycles like that down on the beach here. You might hit a soft spot..."
That's what the man in the box says. As if I care what he thinks. Like, I'm going to take advice on where to drive my motorcycle from a man who lives in a box. Like...dude...nobody asked for your opinion.
"How much does it cost to go on the beach?" I continue.
I hand him $5.00. He gives me a receipt and a piece of tape and starts fretting over where I should tape it.
"I think you should tape it here..." he offers hesitantly, "but it's up to you..."
I just tape it to the inside on the windscreen and drive onto the beach.
People are always trying to pour their fears into you. It's hard to know why. Is it altruism? Jealousy? Who could say for sure. But don't take advice from a man in a box, obviously. People who have given up their dreams will try to convince you to give up yours.
I drive onto the beach without dropping the bike. When I get down close to the water, I ask someone walking by to take my photo. They always look at the SLR like it's a Rubik's cube designed by demons. Like...how on earth could anyone master the complexity for this beast, and for what purpose?
But they blow through a frames and get some decent shots of me in spite of themselves.
Now, the waves come up onto the beach and even around the tires of the motorcycle. I should have listened to the man in the box. I beat a hasty retreat off of the beach and, by the grace of God, I don't drop the bike, although it's sliding all over the place in the sand.
I don't really know what I'm doing out here, of course. I mean...no sane man would spend the amount of time in the saddle that I do. I don't think there can be any argument against that.
And obviously, there's some fear there. Some indecision. Some second guessing. Now that I've made it to Pismo, I'm honestly having a hard time moving on. I don't really want to go any further. This is where my trips always end, really. I don't want to go to L.A. I never have wanted to go there. That's just sort of the inevitable conclusion. The final destination.
I'm also having a hard time with the calendar. I'm having a hard time coming to grips with the fact that today is Friday. As in, today is only Friday. Or, today is still Friday. Time seems to move very slowly when you're not working, and all you do is ride around the country on a motorcycle. I don't have to be at work until Monday, and I'm in no rush to get to Los Angeles. So, I think that I'll just hang out here for a few days.Categories:
Day 5 - Thursday(7/6) - Farmer's Market in San Luis Obispo
Update: I am alive and well and eating dinner at the Famer's Market in Sn Luis Obispo, CA.
Starting Odometer: 41,510
Ending Odometer: 41,787
Miles driven today: 277 miles
So, I got up this morning, and said my goodbyes to David and Christine. I checked the forecast, and it didn't mention rain, but the SF coast is just socked in with fog. Surreal. Cold. Damp. And now, I'm driving down the Cabrillo Highway (Pacific Coast Highway - CA 1), and I'm thinking how odd it is that I'm somehow incapable of preparing for a motorcycle ride in the climates I've driven through. I feel like I go from too hot to too cold and back again.
I try to follow the coast, because my GPS is as useless at tits on a bull.
But, i get lost and lose the coast and have to stop and ask some old man for directions. I get back down to the coast in Pacifica. I need to get gas. And food. I'm not driving down the Pacific Coast Highway again, only to get stranded again, without food again. I"m not going to do that all over again. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
So, I find my old gas station, and stop to gas up. Buy some more snacks for the road and more gatorade. I won't travel without food and water.
"Why is it so cold and foggy out there?" I ask the gas station attendant.
"I dunno. It was sunny 2 days ago."
"I'm driving down to Cambria. I'm going got freeze to death," I whine.
He looks at me funny.
"You know...Cambria...it's down past San Simeon..."
He's never heard of Cambria. Or San Simeon. He's working behind the counter at a gas station. How does he even afford to sleep in this city, I wonder?
So, now I'm off, rolling south through the densest fog you've ever seen. I'm seriously scared I will run into a car in the fog.
But, I have one thought...How great would it feel to drive out of the fog? How great would that be?
I think about switching over to CA 35 (Skyline Drive), or to CA 101, or to I5. But, I decide to stick with the coast. This was the plan. Let's roll with it.
By the time I get to Half Moon Bay, it's starting to clear and I can see blue sky (granted only small patches, but it's a start). Slowly, the fog dissipates as I go south. And now, I'm so happy there aren't words. Now, I'm warm and it's sunny, and this was the drive I'd imagined. This is the ride I made happen. I did it. :)
Now, as I roll south, I'm trying to remember how many times I've been down here and, the truth is, it's not a simple thing to figure out. I think that I've been down this road quite a few times:
1) First, Michelle and I drove down the coast from San Francisco to San Simeon back when we were married. Maybe in 1996?
2) In Jan/Feb of 2013, I drove my blue Honda Prelude down to the border with Mexico, and then drove it back back when I worked for Genentech in South San Francisco. This blue Honda Prelude I Purchased in 2004 while living in South San Francisco, CA. Drove it down to Chula Vista in Jan/Feb 2004 after my project with Genentech was over. Spent the night in SLO-town. Sold it when I got back to South City.
3) I drove a Honda XR650L down here and abandoned it on the coast when it broke down. In May of 2012.
4) In June of 2012, I drove a Honda XR65L from Denver to SF on my NXNW route. This was to replace the bike that I lost down on the Pacific Coast Highway.
I believe I drove down to Pismo after the XR650L broke down on me on a different motorcycle. In 2012? And I had some work done on the bike at the Harley shop in Santa Maria. And I stayed at the Motel 6 in San Luis Obispo. The problem is that I don't have any records of this trip, for whatever reason. Hmmmm. And this was the last trip I took to Pismo. And, I think that I stayed there...and then came back. But where are my posts about the trip? Yes...I did go back down there, because I went back to 831 cycles, and saw my Honda motorcycle in their shop. They have since closed, but they were the ones that told me to buy a KTM 990 Adventure.
And I think that's the last time I drove down CA 1.
I find a nice little beach just north of 7 mile beach that I'd never seen before. I think it might be called 11 mile beach. Very nice spot.
I roll through Santa Cruz. Lots of surfers and people on the boardwalk.
Now, rolling south again. Moss Landing. Monterrey. This is where the Dennis the Menace park is with lion's head water fountain. I can't even bring myself to go there. It's much too painful for me to even consider.
Instead, I try to take the 17 mile scenic drive around Monterrey, but they won't let motorcycles on the road any more, for whatever reason.
So instead, I drive down the beach at Carmel. Now, people say things to me...they say...Oh I haven't been to Carmel. And this just pains me. There's no excuse, really.
Now, rolling south again. This is really a dream vacation. Like...I try to think about what I'm doing. I try to make sense of what's going on. None of it really makes sense, of course. Driving a motorcycle across North America is just an escape. It's not really a sound business decision, I don't think. More like a whimsical adventure dressed up to look like a logical plan to solve a transportation issue in a different time zone.
You can't really drive very fast on the Pacific Coast Highway. It's not really patrolled, per se, but there's a lot of traffic, and I'm not sure what the speed limit is, but it's not like it's very high.
Mostly, the trip is like I remember. I stop and shoot the Bixby Bridge, because I've never shot it before, for whatever reason.
Now, my plan is to make it to Cambria. But, when I get to Cambria, they want something stupid like $150 a night for a room at the Bluebird and I'm like...."that's not going to happen, dude". And I start looking around on Hotels.com. I can get a room in San Luis Obispo for $75 a night. So, I make a reservation on my cell phone and look around the Bluebird. Mainly, I'm here for catharsis. I walk around the grounds, trying to remember what it was like last time I was here.
Now, it's late in the day, but I'll drive to SLO town. The GPS is as useless as can be. Can't find the address of the hotel with my Garmin. Great. But I think I remember where it is. I think I stayed there last time I was down there. In this mysterious trip that I can't find documented anywhere.
So, I drive to the hotel. I check in. Now, I want to go back into SLO town. Again, I remember all of this very clearly from this mysterious last trip I took down here. I remember eating in a restaurant in SLO town.
But now, I drive into SLO town to eat, and the place is an absolute circus. As it turns out, every Thursday, they have a Famer's Market, and the place is an absolute riot. Complete circus. Bands playing. People selling food. The main street is packed. The main street (Higuera Street) is shut down.
Afterwards, people ride around the town in massive bicycle groups like Critical Mass.
Now, it's killing me that I don't have any records of my last trip to Pismo. WTF???
OK. I went back and read through my text messages from 4 years ago, and I see that I started texting Carrie right after I got back from Pismo. So, I was last in Pismo exactly 4 years ago (yesterday), to the day. 7/7/2012. I got "New tires. New front brakes. New chain."
So, I was last in Pismo 4 years ago. That helps. Lord getting old sucks.
OK. Here's the post where I mentioned I was in Pismo last. http://www.peeniewallie.com/2012/07/pismo-beach.html
Day 5 - Thursday(7/6) - Fading Memories
All of these murals, and the pink bunny, are gone from the corner of Laguna and Haight.
Today, I will drive down to Cambria along the Pacific Coast Highway. The last time I drove down the Pacific Coast highway, my motorcycle broke down and I abandoned it on the side of the road. That was in May of 2012.
David and Christine are both on teleconferences, working from home. I'm just sort of lying here in bed watching the rain/fog hit the windows. The closest thing I can recall to this is 1997, when Michelle and I went on a cross country journey, checking in on people. I made a lot of money in 1996, so in 1997, we didn't work. Just drove around bothering people. The funny thing is that everyone else is always working. So, if you don't work, then it's really annoying that everyone else seems so hell-bent-for-leather on working all of the time.
Like...put down the phone. Let's drink an espresso and talk about MoFo and Sarah and Millie. Rob and Carol. But, this is sort of how it goes. You're either working, or you're not working, and there's precious little grey area in between.
I'd like to point out here something that Marc told me. I used to work with Marc on the UCSF project, and I couldn't really remember how it ended. The best I could guess was that it ran out of funding. But now that Marc and I have been talking about it, I recall now my version of how that project ended. To wit:
The project at UCSF came to a point where they didn't need me for a week or two. So I took off on my motorcycle for Alaska. Now, for clarification, on this journey, I didn't go to Deadhorse, AK. I went to Hyder, AK, the very southernmost point in AK. And then, the night that I got there, I woke up the next morning, Marc called me and told me the project was canceled. So then, I wandered back down to SF, and then drove home from SF to Denver. This was the first time I'd ever crossed the Great American Desert. As it turns out, this was in 2011, 5 years ago.
What's funny though, IMHO, is when I'm talking to Marc, this isn't how it really went. He says that I only had a few days off, and then when they were looking for me, I was up in British Columbia. So, it's not really how I recall it, but I'm not saying he's wrong either. Also, apparently, the Office of the President had firmly told UCSF not to go forward with the PeopleSoft implementation that we were attempting at the time.
Now, I'm going down to Riverside to work on the same implementation, but state wide. Meanwhile, Marc has moved up to the office of the president in Oakland. So, it's kinda funny how things go around.
Now, I start packing up my gear for the trip down to Cambria.Categories:
Day 4 - Wednesday(7/6) - The Haight and the Mission - Is Nothing Sacred?
So, today I ended up shooting a lot of Haight Street (Lower and Upper). A homeless guy fell out of his wheel-chair, which was upsetting to everyone around.
I really haven't shot the Haight in ages. It's changed a lot, of course. One of the most troubling things I discovered was the changes at Lower Haight and Laguna Street. It wasn't just murals that are gone...they demolished the entire block and rebuilt it, erasing the bunny statue that had been there.
Here's a story where they confirm what I'd suspected...they destroyed the rabbit and countless murals when they demolished the block and rebuilt it form the ground up.
Much of the rest of the Haight is pretty much as I recall it, but the loss of Jeremy Fish's pink bunny, along with countless murals, is an unforgivable crime, IMHO.
After shooting the Haight, I headed to Ceasar Chavez, looking for a bunch of murals I'd originally discovered when working for Genentech back in the day.
On the way there, I was driving south on Guerrero Street, I passed a guy that had been in a bad motorcycle accident. I'm pretty sure he didn't live.
Eventually, I stumbled onto them.
In the Mission, there are countless alleys off of 24th, all smothered in murals. Aside from the fairly well known Balmy Alley, there are also countless other alleys in the area. So, I slowly moved through most of the murals on 24th.
I tried to talk to a hispanic guy in Spanish and he was like, "Dude...I don't speak Spanish."
After I shot the Mission, I wandered back to North Beach, collected my things from Mark and Lara's place, and said goodbye. Then, I went to dinner in Pete's (formerly Amante's, owned my Whiz). After dinner, I went and met David and his wife for a second dinner.
Now, I really don't know what to do with myself. I really can't see putting off leaving the city for another day. I think that I really will have to start down the Pacific Coast Highway tomorrow. If I don't then I won't make it to Riverside by Sunday.
I should point out here that there are some issues with the bike. I'm not clear why, but it's hard to shift it into first, and it tends to die when I let out the clutch in first gear. I'm not clear what's going on. Also, the front wheel seems to have a wobble that is somewhat disconcerting. A more practical man might take it to Scuderia West to have it inspected. I, on the other hand, plan on driving it down the Pacific Coast highway tomorrow, as is, from SF to Cambria.
Cambria is the cool little town that I discovered last time when my Honda XR broke down on the Pacific Coast Highway.
I honestly don't think I've been down the Pacific Coast highway since then. In any event, I show it's about 5 hours / 230 miles down there. So, it shouldn't be a problem, I think. Tomorrow, it looks like a low of 54F, high of 63F in Monterey.
Cambria is about the same. I don't see any rain for tomorrow, so that's a plus.Categories: