24 March 2009
18 March 2009
10 March 2009
Sabot #4 (rental)
Wind: North
Air Temp: 59ºF
Wind Speed: 6 kn
What I thought sailing was today, was not nearly as high as I thought of sailing in yesterdays.
Today.
Was Sailing.
I sailed today.
In a better way, güey,
and 'Twofer Tuesdays' can't come too soon.
Air Temp: 59ºF
Wind Speed: 6 kn
What I thought sailing was today, was not nearly as high as I thought of sailing in yesterdays.
Today.
Was Sailing.
I sailed today.
In a better way, güey,
and 'Twofer Tuesdays' can't come too soon.
06 March 2009
And an old picture. Well, 'old' from our current standards:
WASHINGTON - President Barack Obama on Tuesday shelved a Bush-era rule that critics say weakened protections for animals and plants protected by the Endangered Species Act.
05 March 2009
03 March 2009
Thought I Told You That We Won't Stop. I Thought I Told You That We Won't Stop. Eh Eh!
Those bastards at Cox Communications have officially terminated our internet, but that ain't going to stop us from having web 2.0 fun! No way José. I'll be taking this show on the road to hit up any free wi-fi spots in town. Watch yo back! I might be creeping outside your house and on your home network right now! Learn from our mistakes: don't get caught downloading entire bootleg programs like my roommate and myself.
In unrelated news, it was a beautiful sunny day today in San Diego (with condolences to mi hermano in Oakland, he is bitterly hiding from the dreary weather up north). The wind was breezing off shore quite nicely and caught the luff of my sail just right. The elements were generous enough to let our sailing class spend the day learning how to travel into the wind. This involves Tacking at a zig-zag pattern (aka "Beating") so as to avoid the "Irons" or "No-Go-Zone." Everything went well, however, there was one casualty: my cheap plastic, neon sunglasses. Damn, I liked those. I hope a few crustaceans made a nice home out of them at the bottom of Mission Bay.
Tonight, my Film Aesthetics class screened Annie Hall (1977), directed by and starring Woody Allen. If you've seen any Woody Allen flicks, you know that he's got a very intellectual-sexual comedic style. I really enjoyed this movie, but more so for its cinematography and symbolism. The way Allen juxtaposed his NYC loving character against Annie Hall's desire to explore the wildly hip Los Angeles scene was perfectly polar. And as always, Woody Allen plays a neurotically hopeless shmuck that both frustrates and teaches. I'd give it an 8 out of 10, that is, if I was into that sort of thing.
Not a bad day.
Catch you down the street at the coffee shop with the bomb green tea, free internet, and trendy art on the walls.
In unrelated news, it was a beautiful sunny day today in San Diego (with condolences to mi hermano in Oakland, he is bitterly hiding from the dreary weather up north). The wind was breezing off shore quite nicely and caught the luff of my sail just right. The elements were generous enough to let our sailing class spend the day learning how to travel into the wind. This involves Tacking at a zig-zag pattern (aka "Beating") so as to avoid the "Irons" or "No-Go-Zone." Everything went well, however, there was one casualty: my cheap plastic, neon sunglasses. Damn, I liked those. I hope a few crustaceans made a nice home out of them at the bottom of Mission Bay.
Tonight, my Film Aesthetics class screened Annie Hall (1977), directed by and starring Woody Allen. If you've seen any Woody Allen flicks, you know that he's got a very intellectual-sexual comedic style. I really enjoyed this movie, but more so for its cinematography and symbolism. The way Allen juxtaposed his NYC loving character against Annie Hall's desire to explore the wildly hip Los Angeles scene was perfectly polar. And as always, Woody Allen plays a neurotically hopeless shmuck that both frustrates and teaches. I'd give it an 8 out of 10, that is, if I was into that sort of thing.
Not a bad day.
Catch you down the street at the coffee shop with the bomb green tea, free internet, and trendy art on the walls.
02 March 2009
If I slam, you have to come back and get me. No man left behind, obviously.
My "to do" list never ceases. Somewhere between handling my daily tsunami of classwork, going to the bank to stack my paper, paying my bills to get rid of the paper, and trying to put some healthy food in my body, I have to find time to squeeze out some creative juices. Today's mission: look into drum recording equipment to lay down a few tracks.
I have to do my body some justice and pump out a few laps at the Aquaplex first. I wonder how many laps a day Michael Phelps smokes...I mean "swims." No diggity.
I have to do my body some justice and pump out a few laps at the Aquaplex first. I wonder how many laps a day Michael Phelps smokes...I mean "swims." No diggity.
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