My baby dragon/Leo sister, who is just a few days younger than I am, won an overwhelming vote of “keep doing what you’re doing” from the voters back in that verdant, bucolic ville where I used to hang my hat.
Congrats, Cynthia.
You go, girl.
I would’ve voted for you if I could’ve … legally.
There have been impassioned pleas today as there are every election day, urging people to vote, just vote. GET OUT THERE AND VOTE!
(Well, those of you who are registered to vote, of course. … and remember, you are only supposed to vote ONCE!)
Those pleas grate on my nerves.
Get out and vote if you’ve taken the time to understand the issues, if you’ve taken the time to delve into the backgrounds and position statements of the candidates, if you’ve taken the time to gen up on both sides of the question, if you’ve taken the time to understand the ramifications of your choices.
Secondary election pet peeve: Why is it such news that every single dad blum seat in the House of Representatives is being voted on today?
… people, that’s the way it works! Happens every two years! Without fail!
A big thank you to the poll workers, the poll watchers, the Registrar, the folks who pull the ballot (and the ballot literature) together and print, the postal carriers who deliver the goods, the folks who count the results and those voters who despite whatever reasons why they don’t need to vote care enough to get to the polls (or send in their absentee ballots) after thoughtfully considering their choices.
… and now we wait …
Caution: YOU AND ME by Lifehouse is used as background music. If you’re surfing the Web while you’re in a boring meeting, don’t click on the link. (The music can be clicked off once you pull up the site.)
Mimi Lenox, the force behind Blogblast For Peace day in the blogosphere, has written a wonderful take on peace and the world and her grandfather’s handmade marbles.
Read: Mimi Writes…….: Dona Nobis Pacem
[via Filip Stoyanov, who posted the link to Mimi’s blog in misc.writing]
Photos taken from the roof of a building on Broadway in Pacific Heights.
Click above for small (four image) gallery.
First two pictures were taken facing west and show the Golden Gate Bridge and Palace of Fine Arts. The next was taken facing north and shows Alcatraz with Fort Mason in the foreground. The last was taken facing east and shows Russian Hill. The top bit of Coit Tower on Telegraph Hill can be seen peeking up over the top of Russian Hill.
Not that I had “Where are you?” questions from anyone but sibs trying to get hold of me. (Note to self: Cell coverage in Yosemite is nigh non-existent. Next time you head that direction, don’t assume that people can get hold of you there and you don’t need to tell them where you’re going.)
Ian had people wondering where he’d gone off to. Me? No one noticed. sniff
Because we were only going to be gone a wee bit, we didn’t prevail upon Auntie K. to give up her gig in Morro Bay or wherever her next gig took her. We told the Chron to hold off tossing papers on our stairway, cleaned the kitty box and set up the big water jug (glug. glug. glug) and a huge pot of food for the cat whose boy is 3K miles away before we ran off to Yosemite for five days.
The boy whose cat is 3K miles from him had flown in late Saturday from his AmeriCorps gig in Alaska and was due to leave Sunday evening for Boston. His brother and his brother’s partner drove up from Santa Cruz for some quality time. The younger younger one entertained us with stories of Denali and Northern Lights. After sufficient discussion, we went to Stinking Rose for dinner after which the guys headed back to SC and the younger younger one settled in on the office floor for the night.
Next day, Sunday, we headed off to Yosemite after making sure the Super Shuttle would pick up the younger younger one in time to get to the airport for the Boston flight.
(Note: The younger younger one left the door ajar when he left. Ooops! Luckily, the neighbors are honest critters because we didn’t get back to check the premises until days after he left. He also left his cell phone somewhere, probably the taxi in from Logan Airport, and had to get a new cell phone ASAP after arrival in Boston.)
So, what were we doing in Yosemite?
His nibs had last been in Yosemite in the early 60s. I’d been there a few years later, camping with my family and my dad’s twin Dan and his family which at that time consisted of my Auntie M. and cousins L and J.
He decided it would be a swell idea to hie off to Yosemite and the Ahwahnee for the first of the year’s Vintners’ Holidays, a wine tasting seminar sort of thing, plus a dinner, plus all sorts of free time, plus a room at the Ahwahnee, plus an extra day, in our case.
I’ve been sorting through the pics — over four hundred — and, frankly, I’m overwhelmed with all the photographs I took. (Count how many photographs there are of Half Dome. I dare you. …)
For the time being, I’m dumping them all in the lap of whoever might be interested in photographs of Yosemite during the last days of October, first days of November, 2006.
I’ll give this brief travelogue.
The wine seminars went from 1:30-3 and from 4-5:30 on Monday and Tuesday. The posh winemakers’ dinner was Tuesday, October 31st.
We drove up on Sunday from San Francisco. Took us four and a half hours to get to Yosemite, which is DYNAMITE considering what it would take on a Friday afternoon/evening during the high season.
We arrived on Sunday afternoon. There was a winemakers’ reception with hors d’oeuvres and lots of wine that evening. We followed on with dinner at the Ahwahnee dining room because we were there and the restaurant was there and hey! … Next day (Monday) we ate breakfast at the Ahwahnee because we hadn’t yet scoped out where the cheap breakfast eats were, but woo hoo! The Ahwahnee breakfast buffet includes smoked salmon and capers AND Eggs Benedict! Yay!
We ate at the breakfast buffet for the rest of our stay. We also skipped lunch for the rest of our stay. …
We walked around in the morning. First wine seminar. Walked again. Second wine seminar. Took the shuttle bus over to Curry Village Yosemite Lodge and had dinner there. (Curry Village eats were closed for the season.)
Tuesday we walked in the morning again from after breakfast until the first seminar and in the afternoon between wine seminars. Winemakers’ dinner Tuesday night. Over the two days, we walked up to Yosemite Falls, over to Yosemite Village, to Curry Village, Camp Curry, to the last leg before Mirror Lake, &c.
Wednesday most of our wine/dinner companions headed home. We stayed on.
We walked up to Mirror Lake, which was not a mirror because it was dry for the season, and then walked back down and over to Happy Isles and up to the Vernal Falls bridge, then up to the top of Vernal Falls and Emerald Pool.
Instead of scrambling back down along the path that goes to/fro the top of Vernal Falls — which had given me quaky knees because the fall off the edge is steep and the path is, well, just scary — we walked around the back end of the loop up to the ridge and back around Clark Point.
The hike was exhausting because I need to ditch some extra weight, but well worth the exertion because the views are spectacular.
On Thursday morning I had my last breakfast buffet with Eggs Benedict at the Ahwahnee and we headed home, stopping at Hetch Hetchy and also at Don Pedro on the way back down. We took a loop around Jamestown (too late to check out the railroad museum, alas) and back around the far side of Don Pedro.
The detour/excursion, unfortunately, delayed us long enough that we hit sticky traffic getting back into the city over the bridges. We wound up taking 92/San Mateo Bridge rather than the Bay Bridge because of a really weird traffic mess on the east side of the Bay Bridge.
Home again. Home again. Riggety jig.
We ditched our luggage and headed down the hill for supper at Mario’s Bohemian Cigar Store at Union and Columbus. We both had cannelloni and we split a liter of the house red wine. Comfort food.
Welcome home.
Notes:
(1) Turns out, you can stay anywhere in the valley from the tent cabins at Curry Village to the Ahwahnee and attend the seminars at no extra charge. The dinner is a per-person cost deal, but bunking at the Ahwahnee is not a requirement for attending the wine seminars. Good to know. (Getting the Ahwahnee/seminar package deal, however, does get you a pair of wine glasses and a half-bottle of wine. Woo hoo.)
(2) I’d never heard anywhere how beautiful autumn is in Yosemite or how peaceful it is with a total lack of the throngs you always hear about. Lovely, lovely time to be there and if some of the snack shops or whatever are not open for the season? Oh, well! You could still hike almost everywhere in the Valley you wanted to go. (The Vernal Falls/Nevada Falls trails were getting close to closing for winter. Go before they close next year! Too late for this year. …)
Eventually, I’ll get these photos sorted out. For now, this is the rough cut.
Hope you find something there you like.
Came across this YouTube click (uploaded by Luther Blissett because, he says, Richard Dawkins doesn’t have a youtube account):
Dawkins’ THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL, part 1: The God Delusion.
The click is forty-seven minutes long. I found it both engaging and thought-provoking, especially Dawkins’ dustup with an Israeli Muslim who grew up Jewish in the United States before emigrating to Israel, and converting.
I came across this click through a click embedded in a column on Pastor Ted — the guy currently in the news saying, I never knew him, well, maybe I did, I guess I did, he gave me a massage, that’s all that happened, I didn’t buy meth, well, maybe I did, but I never used it.
If you want to see the Reverend “Pastor Ted” Haggard in action, you can find him at the very beginning of Dawkins’ THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL, part 1, followed by another ten minutes or so devoted to Haggard and his New Life Church that starts ’round about minute 19 or so. Haggard and Dawkins argue creationism vs. evolution, and then Haggard kicks Dawkins and his film crew off the church property.
The second part of THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL, The Virus of Faith, completes the BBC documentary.
Interesting watching if you’re an atheist like Dawkins or a believer like Haggard or somewhere in between.
A favorite part, near the end of part 1: Dawkins talks about Bertrand Russell’s celestial teapot.
Russell wrote, If I were to suggest that between the Earth and Mars there is a china teapot revolving about the sun in an elliptical orbit, nobody would be able to disprove my assertion provided I were careful to add that the teapot is too small to be revealed even by our most powerful telescopes. But if I were to go on to say that, since my assertion cannot be disproved, it is intolerable presumption on the part of human reason to doubt it, I should rightly be thought to be talking nonsense. If, however, the existence of such a teapot were affirmed in ancient books, taught as the sacred truth every Sunday, and instilled into the minds of children at school, hesitation to believe in its existence would become a mark of eccentricity and entitle the doubter to the attentions of the psychiatrist in an enlightened age or of the Inquisitor in an earlier time.
Dawkins follows up by mentioning Thor and Aphrodite, hobgoblins and unicorns and says, “We are all atheists about most of the gods that societies have ever believed in.”
What a nifty and useful bit of technology YouTube can be.
Victoria Strauss snoops around and discovers — Qu’est-ce que c’est? Quelle horreur!!! Quelle surprise! Really! Yikes! — IILAA isn’t quite all it claims to be.
Been eating too much deep-fried Coke and not enough fruits and vegetables?
Not getting enough exercise?
Put the GJ toilet seat on your wish list.
The Great John Toilet from the Great John Toilet Company of Laredo, TX, has a seat with >150% more sitting area than the standard toilet seat. The toilet has tested as carrying at least 2000 pounds and comes with extra anchors and a super wide base.
Robust. Stable. Sturdy. Comfortable.
Ain’t America a special place?
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