We had visitors last week. Visitors is usually great. With Shawn, Emily and Audrey it sure was great. We showed them around the neighborhood and, yes, we went to the beach.
Broken surf underneath Balboa Pier
I saw this unfold and had to think of the Beatles Abbey Road Photograph.
Anyway, life is pretty good when you have people you have fun with in your life…..I KNOW THIS SOUNDS LIKE “MOTHER’S LIVE AND WARM APPLE-PIE”
….this still works and back in the day, owning one of these and knowing how to program it meant serious bragging right. It meant you were an engineer, even though you were still a wet-behind-the-ears freshman. Probably the most reliable and coveted device HP ever built……
Behold the ever-awesome HP48!!!
Stay sharp and appreciate your old faithful calculators, even though there are sexy smartphones doing almost the thing…
Cheers Markus \m/
Yesterday, we rode our bikes. It was an excellent day to ride – sunny and about 18C. We rode fro our house towards the Santa Ana Bike Trail and rode that one down to Huntington Beach. The Santa Ana Bike Trail is a flood channel, one of these channels made famous by movies such as the motorcycle chase in “Terminator 2” or the beginning scenes from “In Time”.
From Huntington, we rode south along the coast towards Newport with one of the many pelotons that ride the coast highway on weekends. The cities along the coast between Huntington and Camp Pendleton are all pretty posh and Newport in particular has a high density of exotic car dealers. So it was not too surprising when we saw Lamborghini pass us….and then another and then four more and then two more and then five more and then a BMW One series M with a gigantic rear wing and then another handful of Lamborghinis. It was quite a spectacle. I loved it. The cars were ridiculous, with almost comical colour – there we purples, shades of gray angular camouflage, greens, blues, everything but the traditional colours of Italian sports cars of my youth: red or black. So these guys are having a ball, including the gunshots like bangs from misfirings. We were all waiting at a traffic light and everyone was very civilized, when I noticed the exhaust smell. And that’s where my inner conflict started. The Motörhead inside of me loved it – all of it. However, my cyclist-self was less amused. The smell, the stench not funny. But I also felt a little sorry for these guys. There they are with these kick-ass cars, performance out the wazoo, yesterday confined to public roads with traffic light and us fragile bicyclists. I imagine, that it would be so much more fun to race the car around a track balls out, where the driver’s inadequacies would be compensated by large and generous sand or pebble run-outs. The light turned green, these guys accelerated and enjoyed a wrinkle free state of being for a few seconds and then they had to stop again at the next red light, where they kept going straight and we turn towards the bay.
I know pretty unexciting, but I wonder, why on a weekend, they wouldn’t go rent a track and go bonkers – I would.
By now you have gathered, that we have landed in Southern California. And we are at the back end of Black Friday, the shopping highlight of the ThanksGiving weekend. This also means we are officially entering the Christmas season and we are on the final stretch for 2018…..a year that I will never forget, it’s been too entertaining. Anyway, Christmas, Full Throttle.
This is the giant Christmas tree in the mall near our house – it is one of the many Christmas decorations set up prominently in the mall’s common spaces. So, yes this sets the mood….Christmas time….yes, yes, yes, I forgot, when you look at this picture and slide into memories from your childhood Christmasses, play the Peanuts Christmas soundtrack in the back of your head. that way your have the full experience. But when you leave the mall, this is what you see.
The sky looks like ocean waves crashing, the sun is out and I haven’t even mentioned the palm trees. But, when you are outside you can sense it is Winter – sans the real chilly cold and the snow. I mean it is nippy when I ride in shorts and a short sleeve jersey on my bike. But that traditional Christmas feeling that I remember from my childhood, will just not surface, yet. Maybe tomorrow after my ride, I will indulge in a hot cocoa and put on Vince Guaraldi (a Peanuts Christmas), that should do it, I suppose.
Stay sharp gang and cheers
I was north of San Francisco for a few days on business. Work, work, work, toil, toil, toil.
But, I was still able to keep eyes and ears open and thus took a few pictures that are disjointed, but nonetheless, I want to share them with you.
My flight passed right over San Francisco giving me this beautiful view of San Francisco Bay with Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge.
The above two images I took during my lunch break, when the sun crated and the guard rails on our outside patio at work, created these stark contrast shadows.
And that’s really that. Stay sharp and take some time to look around you.
Cheers Markus \m/
Barbara picked me up from work today. For dinner, she pulled out ALL THE STOP signs. We went to the beach – Crystal Cove State Park. She had bought a few goodies for dinner and so there we sat in the setting sun, with a cool breeze gently blowing. It could not have been anymore perfect. That is the view we had…..when we went for our after-dinner walk along the beach.When I look at these waves coming out of the West, I have to think that they traveled all the way from Vietnam or the Philippines or Japan or the Korean peninsula or some where from China or Kamchatka. So the waves that we say come from the West really come from the East. Now explain this to a second grader, they too will side with the Flat-Earthers. But science set aside, the way my day ended was a great surprise to me, one that made me grin happily.So, dear readership, stay sharp until the next.
Cheers Markus \m/
A new chapter, a new adventure in life. We are out West. So far West, we can almost see the backside of the East. Well, yesterday we tried to see that far East. When I squinted I could see the roofs of Tokyo.
And today, I discovered confirmation that we were in the right place. Look at the assortment of teas of the Frontier Café.
You know you’re out West when Gunpowder tea is leading a peaceful co-existence with Earl Grey.
Moving on, stay sharp…