It’s easy to forget how close we are to some of the best National Parks in the country, one of them being Yosemite. It’s only about 130 miles away, but takes a little over 3 hours to get there. For Mother’s Day we took a day trip over to one of my favorite places on earth. There’s not much else to report, so I’ll let the pictures do the talking.
I had that camping itch I just had to scratch. So I fired up the hibachi and grilled some dogs. I love this little thing. It’s a Lodge Sportsman. The first time I took it camping was down at the Sea Otter in Monterey. I came back missing a couple parts. I tried to replace them, but Lodge was still getting their back up foundry online. When it was ready, they called me and sent a couple of the parts over.
It’s back in business and I couldn’t be happier.
Oh yeah. Looking good. Spotted outside the bike shop.
The kids start school soon, so we wanted to get in one last day of hanging out. We played hooky for a half day (leaving the phones on of course) and took a drive around San Francisco to see some of the sites we’ve overlooked in the past.
The first stop was the Cliff House and Sutro Baths ruins. One of the best things about having a smartphone is being able to look stuff up on Wikipedia while you are at the spot. I was reading about the bath houses and trying to figure out where things where at. There was once an amusement park near the site as well.
From there we headed over to Golden Gate Park to check out the Japanese Tea Garden and Flower Conservatory. It felt like Summer was already over because it was so overcast and cool.
We topped the day off in Pacific Heights and had dinner with our friends David and Stephanie. They had not seen my son since he was a baby. The last time they saw him he was about 18 months old. A bunch of us had gone out for Ethiopian food. I was the only one with a kid so none of us had really thought through the timing. We lasted about an hour before total meltdown. On the way home, we grabbed some fries at Jack in the Box and all was good again.
I went up to Tahoe this past Sunday with my son and his friend. It’s pretty cool to be able to load up the car with bikes and be only 3 hours away from some of the most beautiful parts of the country.
There’s a place up there called Woodward my son wanted to go to. They have day and summer camps there where they’ll teach you all the extreme sports like snowboarding, skateboarding, dirt bikes, and par core (sp?).
While the guys were busy doing flips and shit into foam pits, I went for a ride along the Donner Pass. I started down at the lake and road up to the Summit.
Not many people know this, but I was a podcasting pioneer, for about a month. Back in the summer and fall of 2004 I did one from my basement. There weren’t a lot of people doing them back then. The big cheese at that time was Adam Curry of late 80s and 90s MTV fame.
I used to email him directly whenever I had something new posted. He would check it out. Sometimes he’d mention it on his show or link back to it. One of things I did was the audio track I posted here.
Back then I was doing all the podcasts on my laptop. I had left it at the office and had to use my G4 Cube, which didn’t have any analog audio inputs. I thought about doing the podcast entirely with text-to-speech. I stumbled on an AT&T site that had a bunch of different voices. After playing with it for a while, I had a different idea. What if my computer decided to do the podcast without me. So that’s where this came from.
I’ve been a parent for more than 16 years now, and I’ve learned that sometimes, you just gotta be an asshole. There’s just no way around it if you want to get your point across.
The other morning I woke up to find the Nutter Butter wrapper on the coffee table. It’s not the late night snack that gets me. I get how insignificant the infraction is in the big scheme of things. But what bugs me – and most parents of teenagers – is the lack of initiative kids have for even the most mundane things.
I know, I know. I could have just cleaned up this little mess myself and say something later. But I want my kids to know I’m just as with-it with the modern gadgets and do-dads as they are. So I took a picture of this little mess and texted it to them.
Whether it was combat boots, brogues, or sneakers, the choice was critical in completing the rock uniform. While Bob Mould and Paul Westerberg still sound great, one is wearing street hikers, the other cross-trainers.
Granted, neither of these artists were ever stylish, but they still knew how to dress for their milieu – if you will. The sensible shoes, just reminds me that we’re all getting old.
Take a look…
At least Dave Grohl had the good sense to wear Vans.
Tommy Stinson still knows how to dress.
TED Talks, Green Ketchup, and now this. There’s a Kickstarter project for something called a smart water bottle. It’s not stupid products that bothers me, it’s the fascination “inventors” have with themselves that’s wearing thin. You don’t need all this fanfare for cranking out something that’s ultimately going to end up on a shelf at Kohl’s or mall kiosk.