Wednesday, February 20, 2008


We stood in line for a minimum of an hour and a half for a hot dog. Hot damn, it was good!!! By the time we sat down with our treasure, we were STARVING and the line was as long as when we started. It just never ends... hot dogs rule.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008


I can't believe my luck. It's like there was something watching over us, guiding us to the South Coast Plaza in Costa Mesa, CA. Something... or Someone...

You know how when you live some place that doesn't get good television reception without a cable subscription? And you know how even when you have those funny, outdated rabbit ears and you try and try to get Masterpiece Theatre, or Mystery! to come in clearly, or at the very least with a mostly watchable picture and you can't? But lo and behold do you know what station will always come in crystal clear, no matter what? Oh, yeah. You know which one I'm talking about... can we just say "hallelujah!"?

Please share with me in this moment of divine grace as I present...

That's right my loyal readers... I saw the actual, REAL life Trinity Broadcasting Network's Home... complete with...


I took these photos from the dentist's office next door. And next to that little office building? A housing enclave called "Lifestyles". Shawn and I wondered if they were choosing to live next to such a holy and blessed compound, or if they woke up every morning saying "G-dammit! When is this behemoth of a tax shelter going to get torched for the insurance money, already?"

Praise the lord.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Well, At Least I Can See The Sun

I'm sitting at a Starbucks in the airport in Phoenix. Sky Harbor. I'm supposed to be thinking of a discussion question to present to my class for the week's pontifications. I am having a hard time coming up with one. Sort of true. I have the idea of what I want, I just can't seem to articulate it in a competent manner. Oh. And the sun is distracting. It's warm. I'm also grumpy about my food choices for a three hour lay-over. Fried, soggy sandwiches, greasy "cheap"-only compared to the not cheap-, fried, frozen sugar, non-frozen sugar, or fried. I opted for the soggy sandwich, threw away the bread and ate the damp meat and cheese. yum. May I just say that this airport is lame? At least at Sea-tac there is a wide choice of overpriced halfway decent food. (ewwww... somebody is grouchy!) Anyway, here I am. At least it's not dark and rainy and cold.

I wonder if I'll randomly see someone that I know here? In a city of a gazillion people, plus snowbirds, I doubt that. Besides, who's to say I'd recognize someone from my past in Phx. if I did? It's been a loooooooooooong time. Joanna's the only person I've seen who still lives here, and as far as I know, she has to teach tomorrow, so I doubt she's headed out via el aeroplane.

Pretty much looks the same out there, only more developed.

I don't know why I get this nervous sense of... I don't know... it's not dread, not really... more like discomfort when I come here. Not that I come here all that often, the last time must have been five years ago. And those were actual visits. This is sitting in an airport for a few hours. But I do. Even if I have a pleasant time. Something about this state just makes me nervous and I can't quite put my finger on it. Silly, I'm sure.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Adventures on Cap. Hill

This was the scene in front of my building upon my return home from the Editors show (with Louis XIV and Hot Hot Heat). I was walking home from the bus stop on B'way and I heard lots of siren action, had the thought "gee, hope my building's not on fire" and then saw all these red flashing lights as I approached my street. There were actually more firetrucks than the those in this picture, an aid car--or two-- a fire chief's car along with a couple of police cars. I'm not really a gawker when it comes to things like this, but my goodness! Four firetrucks are sitting on the street you live on and it's kind of wild. Luckily, it seems that there wasn't any visible damage or injuries. No aid cars left with people. There definitely was a smell of something burning, maybe a kitchen fire? Anyway, seems all were safe and after about 20 minutes the flashing lights and the idling engines were gone, leaving the 'hood in peaceful midnight silence once again.

The show, by the way, was excellent. The bands were full of fantastic energy and charisma; really good performers all around, which isn't always the case. All three bands had an obvious love for what they were doing and the mutual energy between musicians and audience was palpable. If anyone who reads this blog has an opportunity to see them, especially the Editors or Hot Hot Heat, I say GO!