November 28th - 2007
Closing November
 I noticed I haven't posted many images of myself on here in a long time, and when I visit other blogs, that's what I look for, pictures of the host.
It's been a while since we've last seen each other, hasn't it? I have pictures of you that I reference now and again, but I would much rather see your face.
Give me a call, email or txt sometime, I'd love to hear from you. I hope this coming Holiday sason is great for you and yor loved ones! See you in December!
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November 25th - 2007
Post Turkey blues
 Tomorrow it's back to work, and frankly I'm rather grateful for that fact. Four days of staying home, sleeping in, and eating is the closest thing I've come to know as "nirvana" in a long time, probably a year, no wait, one year exactly- since LAST thanksgiving!
Whoever invented this holiday had no idea how our culture would cause it's evolution to morph into what it is today. Thanksgiving, or as I call it; "The Grand American Festival of Gluttony and Sloth!" is by far the most decadent and wasteful holidays in american culture, it's as if we're blatantly celebrating our outrageous obesity, and propensity for apethetic laziness. How cool is that!? I seriously think that college football players are probably the only american's getting any excercise on that day- and why is it always a Thursday? I don't mind really, but why is it? What obscure reality caused this holliday to always land close to, but not actually on, a weekend?
Time to make out an accident report
I did take some time out to get some excercise though, and burn off some of the cranberry sauce.
Yesterday I took part in a scheduled ALC training ride, and cycled 36 miles around the San Gabriel vallley with a few ride vets and some newbies. It was mostly flat, but long, and today my lungs are a little clogged from the dusty experience.
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| Wounded Pedro, calling 1-800-thatlleaveamark |
Rider Down!
While tooling down foothill blvd. I saw Pedo loose control, and go careening into the middle of the street where he and his bike went "boom". He layed in the street a full three seconds before I was peeling him and his Trek off the asphalt and off to the side for some first aid. That spill looked like it really hurt, but remarkably, he wasn't hurt badly. He couldn't ride after that, his wrist was sprained so one of the TRL's in training took him home in her car.
I was too upset at the moment to tease him, but came up with some real zingers on the ride back to the rose bowl. I shall not bore you with them here, though. We went out to "El Sombrero" for comfort food and margarita's. I think he felt much better after that.
Gimme My Money!
The Glorious benefits of the 4-day weekend are not lost on me. For the first time in ten years I took the time off physically and mentally- not thinking about the work I'm doing or where I need to be for the next three days.
I love the fact that the business typically stays at the office when you leave. I'm enjoying that part of it. I'm also looking forward to getting some cash if they ever get their shit together to cut me a check. Seems my compensation for the last 2 weeks of work I've done at RPA has yet to be delivered, and no one knows where it went. I sent out a search party, but it looks like tomorrow we'll be doing the "stop-payment" thing, and issuing fresh checks instead.
Good thing this is gravy, or I'd be late on the rent- eek!
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November 24th - 2007
What part of "End of Season" don't you understand?
I know it was a dumb idea, but I thought since the Santa Ana's we're promising a comeback this weekend I thought I would try and get some air of my own. It was a stupid idea and I admit it, but I went out and tok a stab at it anyway. It doesn't take much imagination to guess what happens when you try to kitesurf in spotty wind conditions, I came home with a wet and muddy kite and tangled lines to show for it. Well, at least I got in a nice swim.
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November 22th - 2007
Giving Thanks!
I remember this holiday as a child, tracing my hand with a crayon to make turkey drawings that my mom would scotch-tape to the windows. I remember the neighbors, Nana and Chuckie, coming over for dinner, as did my grandmother and the guys my sister might be dating at the time. I remembber giving the sky permission to snow, because the Christmas season would officially start, and Pecia's birthday would start our family birthday season in a few days. It was a time of family and food and cold weather, and I miss it sometimes.
The West Coast holidays
In 1991 I came to California with my lover, Sean Galeszka on what was supposed to be a temporary stop on our way to Seattle or Vancouver or something. We didn't honestly think we'd stay here, but alas, here we are.
We stayed with my cousin Marni and her husband Rick for 30 days until we had enough money to put down on an aprtment in hollywood, where we lived for about a year, just a block away from Hollywood blvd.
We landed at their door one day before thanksgiving, I was 25, and so this holiday marks my 16th anniversary in Los Angeles, Califorrnia.
The year that was 2007
This year can easily go down for me as one of the most eventful years since I've been here. With the great work, the ride, kitesurfing, training rides, the soundsfabuous podcasts and such, I look back on the past year and I'm so grateful for everything I've experienced. The people I've met, and the relationships I've developed this year have really made an impact with me (You know who You are) and those that I've lost this year also have left their unfadable impressions. I don't think I've witnessed so much in one year as I have these last 12 months.
This year I'm giving thanks for the year itself, for all I've seen, done and been through, good and bad, I think this year was one I can really say that I lived to the fullest. It has been amazing, scary, life-threatening and thrilling. Overall, very satisfying. Thanks so much for sharing it with me~ and I hope you have a fabulous holiday with your family, wherever you are.
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November 18th - 2007
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| Where is Parking Enforcement when you need them? |
Weirdos!
Everybody has one of them in their neighborhood, this one is ours. Oh, fun! We have a neighbor we disaffectionatley call "The Cat Lady"
For the past few years he has been living in this run-down dump of a house and on a daily basis, drives his beat-up 96 Thunderbird down the driveway and stops in the middle of the street, where he dumps two cans of cat food on the sidewalk and sits there petting the strays, engine running, did I mention he's in the middle of the street?. He's left the sidewalk littered with slimy, greasy, stinky, cat food and a mess that attracts everything from ants to coyotes. He then drives his hunk of junk back up his steep driveway and disappears for another day. I avoid him at best.
What Fresh Hell . . . .
Last week the cat lady bought a new car, a Chrysler 300- NICE, but there's not enough room in his crap-filled driveway for both his new car, and his oil-leaking Thunderbird P.O.S., so he decides to park in on the street. Where? You guessed it, right at our front door.
How nice is that?
Bang has sent letters and phone calls to parking enforcement practically every day since that car has been parked there and to no avail, nothing happens, and the rorschach tests on the street get bigger and bigger each day. Damn you cat lady!
That concludes my rant for the day.
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