Maybe another beach?

First in a series.

Hilton in San Francisco

My friend Rodney and I, in… summer ’90? ’92? must have been ’91… decided to take a road trip one weekend to San Francisco. I had my Porsche 924 at the time, in Nutmeg Braun, which made a great road-trip car for two single guys. Rod was legally blind – he could see up close but beyond a couple of feet it was fuzzy. Had some degenerative retina disease. I’d known him since high school, and his sight was always getting worse and worse. But he was still a fun guy to hang out with.

We only had a couple of days before we both had to be back to work (he was working in construction, and I had a retail sales job) so we tried to maximize our time. I picked him up right after he got off work on Friday and was already packed and ready to go.

We drove down via I5 – just a nice straight shot. At least, that was my plan. Rod, however, kept talking about seeing all the “California beach bunnies”. I don’t think he realized that there’s a huge difference between Northern California and Southern California. I tried to explain it to him, but he was pretty insistent. So, once we crossed the Oregon/California border, I turned towards the coast. I figured showing him would be better than telling him.

We found some beach access… somewhere. I don’t remember exactly where. I’d have to look it up on the map. But I remember what we saw when we came into view of the Pacific Ocean.

Rocky cliffs battered by waves, forest growing almost right up to the beach, lots of driftwood… a beautiful coast, but not exactly Muscle Beach in L.A. There were a few people out there in windbreakers but not a single bikini in sight.

Rod, needless to say, was disappointed but he chalked it up to the luck of the draw. “Maybe another beach…?”

I told him we’d try again in San Francisco.

I made my way back to I-5 and we continued south. That’s a long way to drive by myself. It’s 640 miles via I-5 and I’d added another 100 with our detour. When we got to SF it was late and dark. I suggested we find a motel somewhere cheap but Rod wanted to splurge and suggested the Hilton. He said he’d pay and I could pay him back since money was my main objection. We crashed that night. Or, rather, I did, since I was beat. Rod went down to the hotel bar to do some drinking. He returned later, supposedly having flirted with an older woman but chickened out of going back to her room with her. I’m not sure if he was putting me on or not.

It was pretty nice in the Hilton, I have to admit. I remember it being quiet and comfortable. I remember it being pretty expensive at the time but don’t recall a specific dollar figure. We stayed two nights.

The next day, I wanted to see Alcatraz but Rod didn’t want to spend the whole time on one activity (every time I’m in SF I want to see Alcatraz and every time I’m there I never get to see it for one reason or another).

My second suggestion was to see a game in (then-)Candlestick Park. Rod wasn’t a baseball fan but I was, and I talked him into it. The Giants were playing the Chicago Cubs.

We drove out to the ‘Stick to see about getting tickets, and right away we were approached by a scruffy-looking gentleman who offered us seats “behind home plate” for the amazingly cheap price of $25.00 a seat. It seemed too good a deal to be true… but it was true. As far as it goes. We were behind home plate… but way up near the top of the stadium. Still, it was a decent vantage point to view the entirety of the game.

I remember it being a decent game, close and low-scoring but at least one Giant got a home run. I found the box score for the game online – Sandberg was pitching for the Giants, and the Giants won, 3-6. The day was warm and sunny and both Rod and I got a bit burned, although it was breezy (duh!) up near the top of the stadium.

We stayed until the end of the game, and then faced a huge obstacle getting back downtown: traffic. It took us over an hour just to get out of the parking lot. To add pressure, I was nearly out of gas and, two hours later, dealing with stop-and-go traffic downtown while driving a stick and having the fuel light on steady brought out the cranky in me. We finally found a gas station in Chinatown and I felt relieved but, again, beat. Rod, however, wanted to go out some more and I did, too, I suppose so we walked down to Fisherman’s Wharf. We stayed out pretty late.

I don’t actually remember getting back to the hotel that night but the next thing I knew it was nearly check-out time and we had to get moving. After breakfast, we started the long drive back. I had the bright idea of driving up along the coast since I had a vague idea of trying to find Skywalker Ranch, which was a fool’s errand since all I knew was that it was in Marin County north of SF.

The Pacific Coast Highway along Marin County’s shore is a twisty, windy, narrow two-lane. After nearly 6 hours of driving, with one or two stops for lunch and another snack, we were only 80 miles north of San Francisco as the crow flew. Driving a sporty car on twisty roads is fun… but not five hours’ worth of fun. And, of course, Rod couldn’t take a shift. When I suggested we head back to I-5 the next chance we get, Rod was surprised.

“Why didn’t you suggest that earlier?” he asked.

Letters! We get letters!

Here at Lunar Obverse, we get letters! Here’s one, from “Wecker”:

As this is your self-entitled “CREATIVE WEEK,” I speak for us all, when I state, “I need to understand a few parameters of this creative week, if you please…”

Would writing about running, using a creative way to describe your activity (such as an anology, etc), be considered creative?

Could it be considered creative if the techie-type posting you decide to write on your blog was written in long-hand (yours, whether in cursive or print), scanned, and then uploaded to the site itself?

Would FRIDAY-NIGHT CAT BLOGGING be considered creative if you made Smacky look like a dog, either using iphoto, or more thoughtfully, dressing the cat up as said dog?

Would writing a rather simple, normal, noncreative blog be creative if every word within your blog was a link to some website that fit in with the word itself (and not that it would need to fit in with your blog-post)?

Lastly, what happens if the blog-post falls short on being creative? Who decides? We’re curious. As you can see……

Well, first, let me thank you for writing in, Wecker. Always a pleasure to hear from the readers!

Rather than answer your questions one at a time, let me just say that, for me, Creative Week means “Not the same-ol’ same-ol’.” I’m aiming for the unusual, the off-the-beaten-path, as it were. I just think I’ve fallen into a rut of posting an account of my workouts and the occasional (very occasional) post about politics, but if I look back on my first year, I would have long essays about movies or philosophy or just stories about my life and times, and I even started out posting (unfinished) short stories or poems.

I’d like to recapture that “anything goes” feel and leave my viewers (both of them!) with a feeling of surprise at what they might find here.

Maybe “Creative Week” wasn’t the best name for what I’m after. Maybe I should have called it “Anything Goes” week or “Sense of Surprise” week or “Not the same-ol’, same-ol'” week. I suppose I still can. But, no, I’m not going to second-guess myself at this point. This explanation will have to do.

Again, super to hear from the viewers! Bloggers love attention, after all…

Bah, Hummer

Artistic vision over material pursuits. The mark of a true artist.

I applaud what these indie bands are doing when they turn down Hummer’s 5- and 6-figure sums to license their songs.

I think it’s especially telling that the band that broke up 20 years ago turned them down.

The Music Within (my favorite diner)

Last night, after being out all day, I got home to discover that Smacky was out of food. He was visibly agitated about it. I decided to walk up to the grocery store to replenish his supply.

It was raining a little bit, but I didn’t mind. Was bundled up warm.

When I got to SE Milwaukie and Bybee, there were trailers parked all down Milwaukie Ave., and tents and people with walkie-talkies and headsets. As I got closer, I saw little “No Parking” signs that indicated the reason for all this activity.

They were filming… something.

Since I had to go past it all to get to the store, I poked around. For a moment I thought they were filming in the Moreland Theater. But when I looked in the Limelight Restaurant next door, I saw a whole crowd of people, in chairs and standing up, all staring at a bunch of monitors, and at the bar next door was a yellow sign saying “Bar Closed – just for today”. Looks like the bar was the set.

The parking lot of the Wells Fargo bank next door was packed with more trailers and tents, and one tent was marked “Extras”. In the street was a little sign:

Sorry for the blurry pic. Camera phone.

I walked on up to my grocery store, bought a bag of cat food (almost NINE BUCKS for a 5 lb. bag! That seems expensive, but then, I guess that bag will last me a couple of months. I wish I could eat for that cheap. Except delicious food, not cat food). I asked the checker if she knew what was going on down the street. She shrugged. “I don’t know… I heard, it was just a rumor, but I heard that Rebecca De Mornay was involved somehow.”

“Really? That’s cool!” I said.

She shrugged again. “It’s just a rumor.”

On my way out, I saw another grocery girl. “Do you know what movie is being filmed down there?”

Fumbling with a cigarrette, she shrugged. “I heard…” – she looked around as if someone might be listening in – “The Rock.”

“The rock?”

“You know…” she said. “The Rock?” She was a tiny girl, shorter than me, but she indicated a giant of a man with her hands, smoke trailing from her now-lit cigarrette.

“Right. The wrestler. I gotcha.” I headed back into the rain.

As I neared the bar set again, I spotted a guy hauling a box of stuff towards the base camp. “Hey,” I stopped him, “What’s going on?”

“It’s a movie” he said, with a smile.

“Right. I kinda got that,” I said. He was walking away. The box didn’t look heavy but it did look bulky. “What’s the movie?”

He turned around part way and spoke over his shoulder. “It’s called ‘The Music Within’. Go take a look. The set is just down there. It’s kinda cool.” He pointed down the street with his chin.

‘Kinda cool’? He didn’t sound like he worked with them… sounded like a fellow sightseer like me.

I looked around again, and made eye contact with the folks guarding the doors at the Limelight. I got nods of recognition in return, and smiles, but couldn’t bring myself to talk to them again. They seemed so… busy.

After I passed all the activity, I called Tracy. After filling her in on the movie being filmed in my neighborhood, I asked her to look it up on IMDB to see who might be in it.

She found it listed, but didn’t recognize the one star listed. A bit more googling but she couldn’t find much more info on it.

But, you know… I had a cat to feed.

And now on keyboards… me

Well, I did it. I went down to Apple Music Row (no relation to these guys or these guys) and, after talking to Joel-the-salesguy for a bit and thinking it over, plunked down the money for the M-Audio Keystation 61es keyboard controller.

I’m going to learn to play keyboards! It’s been on my “New Year’s Resolutions” list for years and I’m finally taking action.

Part of the reason for doing this is the teeny-tiny amount of guilt I feel for purchasing such a powerful new laptop. My MBP is, truly, the most powerful computer I’ve ever owned, and I feel I need to make more use of its capabilities than just surfing, email, blogging and writing. Seeing that one of the installed programs is GarageBand, which can make good use of a MIDI controller like my new 61es, and toss in the desire to learn to do somethin’ musical, and it’s the perfect convergence.

I’ve plinked around a bit so far, and I’ll probably post pictures of my setup later tonight, but I really want to begin a more formal lesson plan. Thanks to a friend who is also a musician, I’ve got some good books on music theory to get me started, although I might end up actually taking formal lessons at some point.

So, with all that in mind, I declare the coming week to be:

Creative Week!

for Lunar Obverse. Every blob post will showcase the theme of “creativity”. That means no boring posts about running or politics for 168 hours, starting at midnight Monday morning.

I may post some fiction, or talk about learning my musical instrument, or post pictures, or links to other sites that inspire or teach… lots of options for posts.

So, tune in starting Monday for:

Creative Week!

Neighborhood Running

Ran this morning. In my neighborhood. Wanted to do a longer run. The original plan was for a full hour, but I got up late and had lunch plans so I cut it down to 40 minutes, plus warmup/cooldown.

It was chilly (low 40s) so it took some motivation but I eventually got out the door. Wore my Asics (duh), shorts and a long-sleeved shirt and hat. No music – feels too dangerous if I’m going to be on the streets much. If I’m on a trail or away from traffic, OK.

Simple plan: run away from home for 20 minutes, turn around and come back the same route. Not very original but I was feeling uninspired. Since it was a long-ish run, I felt OK to walk if I had to. I didn’t walk at all the first 20 minutes, though, but stopped several times on my way back, such that it took me an extra 2:37 to reach my starting point again. So total workout time was 42:37.

My turnaround point was right in front of Club Cabos, which is apparently now a non-strip club. Interesting side note. Checking Google Earth, I ran a total of 3.9 miles. Damn, I would have liked to have done a full 4 miles. Guess that’s what I get for measuring afterward. That makes my average pace 10:55 for the whole route, but 10:15 for the first half.

Yeah. I really need to do some speedwork soon.

In other health-related news I weighed in at 195 this morning. I’m on my way back down… yay. That will definitely help with the speed, too.

My new sexy thing

More first impressions of my MacBook Pro:

  • I still hate the name. Just sayin’. Sounds dorky. I tend to call it “MBP”, or “That sexy thing” or (if someone else is eyeing it) “My precioussssss”.
  • It is definitely fast, the fastest computer I’ve ever owned. I can’t wait to compile some software (gotta have my Unix tools) or (finally!) actually be able to play some games on a Mac. I was worried that my older applications that I don’t feel like upgrading (I’ve got an old copy of MS Office X and I am not giving Microsoft any more money; and Intuit wants $40.00 more for the Mac version of Quicken 2006 than the Windows version? WTF?!) would be too slow, since they’re not optimized for Intel and have to run under Rosetta. Um… I needn’t have worried because, even with the emulation, they’re running faster on the MBP than they did on my G3 iBook.
  • Field reports are talking about two “problems” with the machines: first, a white “stripe” (not these guys) or lines along the bottom edge of the screen. If I’m looking for it, on certain desktop backgrounds, in the dark, I can see it. But even then it doesn’t bother me, and the rest of the time I don’t notice it.
  • …and second, a “hissing” or “chirping” noise when the display is dimmed. Try as I might, I can’t hear this at all. At least, not over the ringing in my ears… Some reports suggest this is the second processor as the sound disappears when the second processor is turned off.
  • My SuperDrive is really noisy on bootup – just whirs and clicks a lot. Startled me at first. Stops doing that before I even get to the login screen, though. I will watch this one and if it continues, I’ll bring it in to the Genius Bar. It reads disks just fine, though, and doesn’t seem to be noisy while reading the disks. Luckily, I don’t reboot very often.

More details this weekend, and more pictures coming.

MacBook Pro first report

First report on my MacBook Pro, the one that everyone wants to hear:

Right out of the box, after sitting and charging for a couple of hours, but not having had the battery calibrated yet, the menubar shows “3:42 Remaining” right after I unplug the (super-cool!) MagSafe connector. Using the factory default “Better Battery Life” settings in Energy Saver.

Second report: damn, it’s so sexxxxxxxy!

I got the call

Quick post, with more to follow:

I got the call today.

“Brian, this is Eric at the Apple Store in Pioneer Place. We have a 2.0 GHz MacBook Pro on hold for you. We can hold it unitl the end of the day for you, at which point, if we haven’t heard back from you, we will sell it to the next person on the list. Please give us a call if you’re still interested. Thank you!”

Hell, yeah I’m still interested!

I ran down and bought it. Pictures of the unboxing to be posted later. It’s so damned sexy.