Another odd Google Spot on the Map

3rd try and I chanced on to an odd one. A place where only on this one arrow is there snow. It dead ends here, the car could go no further. But if you turn to go back down the road away from the snow, you enter a world without snow. Only at the one arrow do you see the snow.

Click to go forward on the Elko Hamilton Stage Route and you’ll see what I mean.


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Conversation with a Hermit Crab

Yes, in which I speak with one of the more gregarious of our hermit crabs.

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Found A Gateway to an Alternate Dimension on Google! Who Would Have Guessed it Would Be Above Huntsville?

I found it! A gateway to an alternate dimension. I would have never guessed it would be located up above Huntsville, Alabama? ROAD TRIP!

That’s the entrance. Wait for the street view to come up. Click the next arrow on the street and you’ll be there.

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And here’s the other entrance.

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So remember, the gateway is between 1194 and 1520 U.S. 72.

Now you know.

You learn something new every day.

April Fool

I got the treatment from my 12-y-o today. I was up all night writing. I have allergies. I woke up in a daze, absolutely unable to function. And my son was all over me from the moment I opened my eyes, hugging me, all grins, wouldn’t stop hugging me as he did his manipulative best to guide me to a chair for coffee, there’s coffee for you, mom, coffee, “Wow, thanks,thanks for the hugs, I love you, too, thanks, but can you back off a minute until I wake up, I am seriously not functioning yet”, and still he kept on with the hugs, by now leaping up and down, “What’s up? What are you so excited about?” I asked, nothing, nothing, he says but he’s barely able to contain himself, more hugs and jumping up and down, finally getting me to my chair and desk (I’d stopped off in the kitchen) where my coffee awaited me. I stood there and he waited, this huge and wonderful smile on his face. I looked around. What was up? By now it was feeling like we must have won the lottery overnight and there should be a Porsche or something in the living room and diamonds piled up on my desk. But, no, everything looks the same. No Porsche, no diamonds.

I sat.

Not 1 but 3 whoopie cushions.

“April Fools!”

I Was Wrong

Earlier this week I did 2 Portraits of Allergies. I was wrong.

Portrait of a Cold, Not Allergies, Pose 1 (iPhone capture)
Portrait of a Cold, Not Allergies, Pose 1 (iPhone Capture)
iPhone Hipstamatic capture run through Lo-mob app then swept through Photoshop

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Portrait of a Cold, Not Allergies, Pose 2 (iphone capture)
Portrait of a Cold, Not Allergies, Pose 2 (iPhone Capture)
iPhone Hipstamatic capture, background softened

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He brightened up considerably tonight after we completed watching “Lost in La Mancha”, the documentary on Gilliam’s failed first attempt at “The Man who Killed Don Quixote”, and put on Mystery Science Theater 3000. That brightening up is witnessed here. “You’ll feel better tomorrow,” I promised, hoping tomorrow won’t prove me a liar.

I read that Gilliam is set to begin filming the Quixote film again in the fall with Robert Duvall.

The Wedding Shower

The wedding shower of my niece held at my youngest sister’s. I did the best I could to chronicle some of it with my iphone. All photos have post processing.

The Wedding Shower
After the shower
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The Wedding Shower
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The Wedding Shower
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The Wedding Shower
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The Wedding Shower - Flowers and Mints
Flowers and Mints
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The Wedding Shower
The Bride to Be
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The Chocolate Fountain
The chocolate Fountain
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Opening the gifts
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Opening the gifts
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Leigh Bielenberg

The last few days I’ve been getting a fair number of hits on my site for “Leigh Bielenberg”, which will have had to do with her death, most landing on the page I put up to do with Leigh’s talk before the Atlanta City Council in August of 2008.

On Monday, Leigh died after another very long battle, one in which she never ceased to display her indomitable courage and near ferocious love of life. Marty, my husband, was a close friend, and while I was not close with her, she was a friend and I greatly admired Leigh. She had a huge spirit.

Quick, what’s the first thought that springs to your mind when you view this image

Boingboing today pointed to this film, “Century 21 Calling…”, dated 1964 but courtesy of the 1962 World’s Fair in Seattle.

Toward the beginning of the film, the camera following a teenage couple gleefully riding the monorail, we get this rear shot of them.

What first comes to your mind?

Me? I thought, ah, so here we have the nativity of the early Star Trek uniform, the dark oxford shirt with brighter cardigan. And I decided to later blog about this astute notice on my part.

I watched the rest of the film then dragged my 12 year old son in.

“Young son,” I said, “come and look at the childhood home of your antique mother. See how the natives dressed. Ogle the Space Needle. These are the scenes as I would have viewed them at the tender age of five.”

I began to play the film for him. The first words out of his mouth? As this above scene played on the screen, he whooped, “It’s Star Trek!”

We’re not even Star Trek geeks. Though I used to love the show, we’ve never watched an episode with him. Yet this rear profile–the haircut, the collar and cardigan–is immediately defined by him as “Star Trek”.

Eventually, the DSi and the wifi made friends

The equivalent of putting together any of the Legos builds H.o.p. was so fascinated by when he was younger, this Christmas Eve was spent toiling over connecting his DSi to the wifi so he could procure the coveted Rayman game. First efforts were failures which led to me searching the internet on the issue and finding many many such disappointments. But eventually, thankfully success was had and that was reason enough for hearts and wearied nerves to celebrate.

Between attempts, on our way to pick up our yearly Chinese-American take-out, we drove neighborhoods in the rainy wet looking at blurry lights, there seeming to be not as many displays as in years past–not even the ordinary variety–which makes sense, so many houses up for sale in this area and more rental signs than I’ve ever seen, my assumption being all to do with the economy. Where we did find decorations they were most often little enclaves of two or three homes that had gone all out in similarly over-the-top displays for the touring motorists, a couple of other homes nearby satisfied with candy canes or icicle lights. With apartment buildings, there would usually be one festive window or balcony–much the same as ours. Our window is the only one I’ve observed lit up in our building. As with last year, we hung light blue lights and made large paper snowflakes to hang in the window beneath them, the effect being rather peaceful and serene.

At my insistence, we made two passes by a brick house on a hill done in strands of deep red and blue lights. Most lights twinkle and brightly illuminate. These did not. Despite the lights strung around the roof line, the windows, the stairs, the house was all dark shadow behind the lights, because they didn’t radiate, reminding me of some house displays I’ve not seen since the 60s, nor thought about, so it was a surprise to me that memory sprang forward, entranced by those dark lights.

We ate and opened fortune cookies handed out eagerly by H.o.p. who was a lead player and cohort with Marty in spreading Christmas cheer this year. His read he would have a change for the better. Mine simply advised me to take a walk in the park. Marty’s said he would soon be traveling the desert on a fun vacation. Later, H.o.p. offered another round of fortune cookies. This time my fortune read I would have talent and suitable recognition for it.

When we could have entertained ourselves with Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, we instead watched Christmas cartoons on Boomerang and the Cartoon Network because H.o.p. was having fun laughing over how bad they were, nearly all of them cartoons relying on old Looneytunes and Hanna-Barbera characters for viewer interest, and not an iota of wit or imagination to them.

And it was all good.