Monday, October 23, 2017

Sorry For Light Posting

I've been rewatching Breaking Bad, and seeing lots of stuff I missed before.

"It's About Time" - DMTC - October 21, 2017

The last time "It's About Time" played at DMTC was in 2004. I'm hoping they perform annually henceforth.








Leah Frazier vocalist (who will be featured as Simon Zealotes in DMTC's "Jesus Christ Superstar", opening November 4th).





Imagine Dragon's "It's Time" - October 4, 2017, Golden One Arena, Sacramento, CA

Here's a video from the cheap seats at the October 4th concert at Sacramento's Golden One Arena. Imagine Dragons sing "It's Time". What a great anthem!



Imagine Dragons – It's Time

"It's Time" as written by Daniel Coulter Reynolds, Benjamin Arthur Mckee and Daniel Wayne Sermon....

So this is what you meant
When you said that you were spent
And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit, right to the top
Don't hold back
Packing my bags and giving the Academy a rain check

I don't ever want to let you down
I don't ever want to leave this town
Cause after all
This city never sleeps at night

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
I'm never changing who I am

So this is where you fell
And I am left to sell
The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell right to the top
Don't look back
Turning to rags and giving the commodities a rain check

I don't ever want to let you down
I don't ever want to leave this town
Cause after all
This city never sleeps at night

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
I'm never changing who I am

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
I'm never changing who I am

This road never looked so lonely
This house doesn't burn down slowly
To ashes
To ashes

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
I'm never changing who I am

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
I'm never changing who I am

Harness Race Qualifiers - Cal Expo - October 21, 2017


Leighton Worthey was in town announcing horse races at Cal Expo - specifically harness racing qualifiers - so he invited me to Cal Expo to watch. Leighton was busy, however, in his booth high up above the grandstands. There were few people at Cal Expo, and even fewer horses. Indeed, I was initially turned away at the door, since the doorkeeper didn't realize qualifiers had started. There was no betting for these races, although I wondered about the televised races from around the country I could see on various TV sets. I was left to wander the mostly-empty facility.


Cal Expo is apparently a Red Cross evacuation site for the fires in the Napa/Santa Rosa/Sonoma area. Interestingly, this is the first time in my life I've ever seen the Red Cross mobilize for anything except for fundraising.




























Sunday, October 22, 2017

Grouplove's "Tongue-tied" - October 4, 2017, Golden One Arena, Sacramento, CA

Here's a video from the cheap seats at the October 4th concert at Sacramento's Golden One Arena. Grouplove sings "Tongue-tied", but my attention was mostly on the teen girls right in front of me. They came late, missed K. Flay, and danced the entire time. I had to move to empty seats nearby to see the show. I was amused the girls knew a lot of Grouplove's songs, and sang "Tongue-tied" entirely from memory.

A Picture of Former Coworker, Wei Liu

Did I Swallow A Placker?

I suppose it was inevitable - that it would have happened one of these nights. In my sleep, I swallowed a disposable, Placker ‘Grind No More’ teeth night guard. It went down smoothly enough, but there’s a whole system there....

Here’s what they look like. Pretty flexible in the middle (but flexible enough?). I’ve been trying to make myself puke. No luck, so far. Heading to the pharmacy to get some ipecac.

Maybe I’m psyching myself out. I just found one in the bed sheets. Ever so slightly moist. Is it the right one? I have about half a dozen floating around. Finding one in the bed is a good sign, but no guarantee. Maybe it’s all a dream? Maybe I’ll go to the pharmacy anyway. Puking is the best.

They don’t carry ipecac at Rite-Aid or Walgreens. Seems odd; they carry greeting cards, but not this health related thing. A woman there recommended salt water - it worked on her child - so I drank some, but I don’t have the will to drink enough to violently hurl - just gag. So, given that I’m not even sure what happened maybe I’ll just wait.

Sleep for most people is restful, but for me it’s a very dynamic process.

I showed one to Elaine, a retired doctor. Her opinion was, if I actually swallowed one, that since it had no sharp edges, it should go through just fine.

I usually have at least 2 in my mouth when I sleep, since I grind teeth. I started gagging in my sleep: it’s possible one got out of place. I thought I felt something in my throat, but it could have been a bit of late night hamburger instead. So, who knows? Actually, I will know, in a day or two.

Blade Runner 2049

I saw Blade Runner 2049. I couldn't follow it that well. Like some critics have noted, if you are old enough to remember the original Blade Runner, you've forgotten the premise, and if you are young, you never knew the premise in the first place. Nevertheless, I could sense some interesting stuff brewing there. If a replicant has manufactured memories, how can a replicant tell what is true? Humans have crappy memories too. Whose memories are better, human or replicant? Are replicants human? Does the distinction matter? All valid questions, as Trumpified Breitbart media reduces Americans to a kind of replicant status.

RIP, Al Hurricane

He defined an entire era of New Mexico!

A Timepiece from Albuquerque

I’ve been sitting inside my room rewatching all 54 episodes of Breaking Bad, cataloging symbols, and getting paranoid. A package arrived from Albuquerque several days ago, a gift from a shadowy organization run by the Mysterious Twins, but I’ve been afraid to open it - probably a bomb.

Today, I opened the package. As you can see, it is not a complete bomb, but merely the timing device for one. Time to complete the package and deliver to the nearest nursing home. Thank you very much for the opportunity. Have an A1 day!

Apple Hill - October 21, 2017


I joined the Isaacsons and the DMTC Crowd for a trip to Apple Hill. For two months every year, this charming Gold Country, Sierra Foothills location near Camino is overrun by city folks from places like Sacramento looking to buy authentic apples. This year, the cosmopolitan crowds were disappointed - apparently 2017 was a horrible year for apples in the foothills - but since Apple Hill is a bona fide, established "thing", mobs overran the place anyway, to the grateful enthusiasm of the locals.


I'm surprised that, even though the place is very popular with young families, and especially popular with teenage girls, it is not very popular with elderly folks. I was reminded that there is a lot of walking involved here, over uneven ground, so the next phase is to bulldoze the Sierra Foothills to make the place more inviting to well-heeled seniors. The apples hardly matter, as Apple Hill 2017 has demonstrated. People want to buy apple peelers anyway.


Not far from the madding crowd.


I've been here before. I still can't remember what it's called.


Every toddler tried to climb this tree. It has an undefinable allure for the kindergarten set.


Visiting the alpacas. You can feed them for 50 cents.











The Isaacsons have boiled down the trip to its essence: short visits to many agricultural stores in a specific order, like Stations of the Cross. The places usually sell apples, sometimes unusual varieties of apples, but this year they were selling mostly anything but. No matter. Nevertheless, I bought a half gallon of apple cider, two frozen apple pies, and a bunch of vegetarian bean-based soups for the coming winter months.


They call this place Rainbow Farm. Somebody punched a hole through the sun's cheek, so they painted a Bandaid over it.








Claustrophobic in the spacious Sierra foothills.





Power lines make me nervous, with places like Santa Rosa burning down not that far away.





A fellow my age was selling his quartz collection. He's been high-grading quartz up here since he was a teenager. $30 - $40 per specimen.





A madhouse at Boa Vista.


This girl has the right idea.




Maybe Trouble in a Week

For the last several days, the computer models persistently have been forecasting a hurricane or tropical storm coming from the southwest, from the western Caribbean, across Cuba, along the Keys, to the Miami area, around the end of the month. The persistence of the forecasts among both models I follow makes me think something will happen, but the disturbance, such as it is, is quite weak right now. So, a heads up for trouble in a week's time from the south (with no indications at this time of a threat to Tampa).

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Like Lassie

The dog next door got loose, so she came knocking at the front door, and like Lassie, she guided me to her home. Life goes better when her favorite people are all in one place.

Wow, What A Crowd!

The Magic of Dove

As The News Worsens, The Maps Improve


San Francisco Chronicle.

Jerry says: "To illustrate the heat in the California fires: What you're looking at is trails of melted aluminum from the car's wheels. Aluminum melts at 1221°F."

The winds just weren’t that strong. PG&E will have to find another scapegoat:
On Tuesday, the Bay Area News Group reported that Sonoma County emergency dispatchers sent fire crews to at least 10 reports of downed power lines and exploding transformers as the North Bay fires were starting around 9:22 p.m.

In response, PG&E said that “hurricane strength winds in excess of 75 mph in some cases” had damaged their equipment, but they said it was too early to speculate about what started the fires.

However, wind speeds were only about half that level, as the lines started to come down, the weather station records show. At a weather station in north Santa Rosa where the Tubbs fire started, the peak wind gusts at 9:29 p.m. hit 30 mph. An hour later, they were 41 mph.