November 28, 2007
October 24, 2007
Inferno
San Diego. I flew in Monday evening and saw one of the fires from the air from about 2000 ft. Words cannot describe the sight of miles of fireline, dotted by burning homes throughout. I lost count of the structures ablaze.
Yesterday I could barely make out the downtown skyline from Coronado. The ash and smoke were hard to miss in my throat, and I wasn't even close to the fires. Today it's a little better, the winds have simmered a bit. I hope it rains. Pours.
My prayers go to my new friends and the thousands of others who have nowhere to go, who have lost all but their lives.
Yesterday I could barely make out the downtown skyline from Coronado. The ash and smoke were hard to miss in my throat, and I wasn't even close to the fires. Today it's a little better, the winds have simmered a bit. I hope it rains. Pours.
My prayers go to my new friends and the thousands of others who have nowhere to go, who have lost all but their lives.
July 26, 2007
June 27, 2007
June 21, 2007
June 19, 2007
Turtle Pie
Wonder in Amazement
Ponder Out loud
Stare straight Up
Pace Forty Steps
Point Due Left
Look for Racks
you are Here
Ponder Out loud
Stare straight Up
Pace Forty Steps
Point Due Left
Look for Racks
you are Here
June 05, 2007
Cruel and Unusual Punishment
What sick bastard at Mattel thought this one up.
A black opaque blister, where there used to be transparency.
Dickhead.
I'm thinking it's going to be a jet black, souped-up 1969 firebird with a chrome supercharger sprouting out of the hood, red-orange-yellow flames down the side, big fat burn 'em up tires in the rear which grip the pavement and thrust you against the back of your seat for just thinking of touching the accelerator.
When in reality it's a go cart motor hybrid, with 5" energy regenerative wheels, tofu bumpers, chia pet in the radio, Pilates mat on the roof, crapola car.
Screw him. I just won't open it.
A black opaque blister, where there used to be transparency.
Dickhead.
I'm thinking it's going to be a jet black, souped-up 1969 firebird with a chrome supercharger sprouting out of the hood, red-orange-yellow flames down the side, big fat burn 'em up tires in the rear which grip the pavement and thrust you against the back of your seat for just thinking of touching the accelerator.
When in reality it's a go cart motor hybrid, with 5" energy regenerative wheels, tofu bumpers, chia pet in the radio, Pilates mat on the roof, crapola car.
Screw him. I just won't open it.
May 31, 2007
May 30, 2007
Morning Nuke, Part II
Since I have not written much in a while, I'll share a deep moment from a few months back.
It was a fabulous morning, returning from a mountain night hike as the colors were changing by the second. Nothing in recent memory could top the smell of the crisp predawn air and the sound of the wilderness transitioning to the lumens. Nothing that is, except looking up to gaze a rocket streaking toward the heavens leaving a lingering plume in the purple haze just as I approached my destination.
"Now that's something you don't see everyday" said dag.
"Glad it was on its way up" said Brutus.
It was a fabulous morning, returning from a mountain night hike as the colors were changing by the second. Nothing in recent memory could top the smell of the crisp predawn air and the sound of the wilderness transitioning to the lumens. Nothing that is, except looking up to gaze a rocket streaking toward the heavens leaving a lingering plume in the purple haze just as I approached my destination.
"Now that's something you don't see everyday" said dag.
"Glad it was on its way up" said Brutus.
May 29, 2007
Memorial
Hope everyone enjoyed and pondered during the special weekend.
Someone called me yesterday and asked if I was still alive.
Yes.
Yes, I am.
For you (and you know who you are, not to be confused with the other you know who you are from last time) who took the time out of your busy BBQ and wondered WTF happened to dag, thanks for asking.
Really.
It reminded me that I am neglecting some special people that, whether by mutual prescriptive subconscious wisdom or through regretful ironic mishappenstance, helped shaped the dream I live today. Thanks. You know who you are.
I am still alive as one could ever be.
Someone called me yesterday and asked if I was still alive.
Yes.
Yes, I am.
For you (and you know who you are, not to be confused with the other you know who you are from last time) who took the time out of your busy BBQ and wondered WTF happened to dag, thanks for asking.
Really.
It reminded me that I am neglecting some special people that, whether by mutual prescriptive subconscious wisdom or through regretful ironic mishappenstance, helped shaped the dream I live today. Thanks. You know who you are.
I am still alive as one could ever be.
December 19, 2006
October 22, 2006
AZ Again
Just can't stay away from this place. Spent the last week hiking around the Prescott National Forest and catching up with some good friends. I'll post a few of the better pics when I get back North. Lots of nice mountain cabins for sale, and one of them is calling my name.
October 01, 2006
RIP Polk County Sheriff’s Deputy Matt Williams
MIAMI - A fugitive gunman accused of killing a Florida sheriff’s deputy was shot 68 times by SWAT team officers who found him hiding in the woods, according to autopsy results.
Police fired 110 shots at Angilo Freeland, 27, the target of a massive manhunt in central Florida following the shooting death of Polk County Sheriff’s Deputy Matt Williams Thursday.
“That’s all the bullets we had, or we would have shot him more,” Polk County Sheriff Grady Judd told the Orlando Sentinel newspaper.
Judd said Williams was “executed” after Freeland was pulled over in a routine traffic stop on Thursday. Another deputy was wounded and a police dog killed.
Williams, 39, was shot eight times—one bullet fired at close range behind the deputy’s right ear and another in his right temple, according to autopsy results released on Saturday by the sheriff’s office.
Sheriff’s officials said SWAT team members found Freeland on Friday hiding under a fallen oak tree in a wooded area near where the deputies were shot, and began firing when they saw a gun in his hand.
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I have two grave issues with how this was handled:
1. Why did SWAT only have 110 rounds on hand?
2. 110 rounds fired and only 68 hits? C'mon, You're SWAT!
Seroiusly, my condolences to Deputy William's family. Also, a pat on the back for the Swamper LEOs down in FL for eliminating a piece of crap like Freeland from society and not burdening our taxpayers and criminal justice system.
Bravo Zulu
Police fired 110 shots at Angilo Freeland, 27, the target of a massive manhunt in central Florida following the shooting death of Polk County Sheriff’s Deputy Matt Williams Thursday.
“That’s all the bullets we had, or we would have shot him more,” Polk County Sheriff Grady Judd told the Orlando Sentinel newspaper.
Judd said Williams was “executed” after Freeland was pulled over in a routine traffic stop on Thursday. Another deputy was wounded and a police dog killed.
Williams, 39, was shot eight times—one bullet fired at close range behind the deputy’s right ear and another in his right temple, according to autopsy results released on Saturday by the sheriff’s office.
Sheriff’s officials said SWAT team members found Freeland on Friday hiding under a fallen oak tree in a wooded area near where the deputies were shot, and began firing when they saw a gun in his hand.
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I have two grave issues with how this was handled:
1. Why did SWAT only have 110 rounds on hand?
2. 110 rounds fired and only 68 hits? C'mon, You're SWAT!
Seroiusly, my condolences to Deputy William's family. Also, a pat on the back for the Swamper LEOs down in FL for eliminating a piece of crap like Freeland from society and not burdening our taxpayers and criminal justice system.
Bravo Zulu