Friday, 17 May 2013

  • Photopost: Big Bear Lake 05-01-13

     These photos were taken on my birthday, May 1st, in and around Big Bear Lake, in the San Bernadino Mountains of Southern California. The titile card shows Boulder Bay, at the south end of the lake, and superimposed on the right is one of the ubiquitous chainsaw carved bears which one finds in front of almost every shop, dining establishment, bar, and even as sentries in front of the driveways of private homes. 

     I'd been staying in my boss's cabin in Lake Arrowhead for a couple of days on vacation, went exploring, took a couple of hikes, and spent my birthday eve at Papagayo's Mexican Restaurant drinking margaritas. (Only two. I had to drive back to the cabin in the dark on twisting mountain roads.) After a pleasant warm night, I drove down to Rim of the World Highway and began the 28 mile drive, which ascended another 2000 ft up, to Big Bear Lake. This is the view of misty mountain tops from the first turnout.

    On the video I took these grasses are whipping around violently in the wind, and I had to be pretty careful, lest I fall down into the abyss. I even left my cap in the car it was so windy in this area. I didn't want to lose it!

     Sorry for so many shots of this turnout area, but it was quite breathtaking. Wish the photos could give a hint of the experience of actually being there.

    Along Highway 18, I pulled into the parking lot of "Rim of the World High School". I thought it was really interesting to see a high school up so far and with so great a view. Some of the vehicles in the parking lot (It was Wednesday, a school day) were neat, like this antique raised VW bug. 

    Took me a couple of hours to drive the distance to the lake. (Of course I'm stopping and taking photos every 10 minutes or so!)  Here I am 10 miles away. You can barely see Big Bear Lake dead center in the photo, far in the distance. 

     

    I turned right on Highway 38 to make a loop around the lake. Big Bear Lake is pretty big! And it was a stunning blue, with somewhat choppy whitecaps, because of the wind, which was dying down a bit. This is the south end of the lake.

    I got right up next to the water, as close as possible, without falling in. I had a thought of perhaps renting a boat. Perhaps next time I take the trip. 

    At the northwest corner of the lake stands the small (and I do mean small) town of Fawnskin. This shot was taken on the "main intersection" if one could call it that, between North Shore Drive and Rim of the World Highway.The building is a lodge, now shuttered, which thrived in the 20s. The fawns aren't real, just in case you're wondering. 

    Across the street is Fawn Park, fronted by this covered wagon, and filled with statuary and artwork. 

    Excuse me, officer. This is one of the statues in the park, from the back. 

    And from the front, ready to take aim at anyone who forgets to pick up after his dog. It's a neat park, really small, like the town, but quaint and interesting. 

    I shot this lakeside by the Lighthouse Trailer Park. I met a couple walking along the sand who asked me if I knew if there were any trails in the area. "First time here myself" I proclaimed. "This looked like there could be some access." We both had found one of the few areas where you don't have to pay for an Adventure Pass or parking to get lakeside. 

    Here is the bridge across the lake to the City of Big Bear Lake. During the spring and summer tourist seasons (which officially began a week after I visited) this bridge is filled with fishermen. At the end of the bridge is the first stoplight I'd seen since turning off the freeway in San Bernadino a few days earlier. Big Bear Lake is a very popular tourist destination, and is the home of the Snow Summit ski resort. (which looked rather strange without snow on the ground, BTW. I neglected to snap any pics.

    As you know I go out of my way not to show people in my nature shots. The fisherman is back over to the right relaxing. I asked him if anything was biting. No luck yet.

    There were still some snow patches. But the weather, though a bit windy at times, was maginficent for my birthday trip. We're 7000 feet above sea level. 

    An fallen log frames the lake.

    In my next post (hope ya'll aren't getting tired of logs, lakes, and mountain living) I'll present some photos of these chainsaw carved bears which appear all over the place. This is a real estate office. (Lots of those in mountain resort areas.)

    I had my birthday lunch at the Big Bear Sizzler. (One of the establishments at which I wanted to eat didn't take cards, only cash (although they had an ATM machine inside with a hefty service charge) and the other wasn't open except on weekends. After lunch, I drove around the remainder of the lake. This area is called Boulder Bay.

    I don't know if you can actually get out to this "rock island" in the middle of the south end of the lake, but it served as a great backdrop for some photos. (The ducks got out there with no problems.) You can see the complete set of about 1000 photos I took on my "birthdaycation" on my Flickr Photostream HERE. happy

    Posted: May 16, 2013 7:32 AM

Monday, 13 May 2013

  • Photopost: Deep Creek Hike, Lake Arrowhead

     This is the second batch of photos from the photo expeditions I took during my "birthdaycation" in Lake Arrowhead, CA, high up in the San Bernadino mountains. I did indicate in my last post that I had lots more photographs to siphon through, and at least two more PhotoPosts to feature these pics. (Even though I said I'm not making any promises.) We left off on April 30th in the afternoon, as I was hiking the Little Bear Creek path. These photos were taken later in the afternoon, during my second hike, to Deep Creek.

     I couldn't find a "waterfall" photo from Little Bear Creek, looks like I took one, here it is. Still about 10ish in the morning. I had to turn around, and hike back UP the canyon trail, this time I wasn't taking pictures, and I got back on the road right before noon.

     I pulled off on a turnout at the north shore end of Lake Arrowhead for a series of shots across the lake. When I got "home" to the cabin, I was tired from the first hike, and wanted to rest up for my second. I had a quick bite to eat, and then, like Goldilocks, sampled the various beds in the cabin, which can sleep up to seven. (11 including the queen sleepers in the living room!) The most comfortable place was the daybed at the top of the landing, and I settled in for a nice long nap.

    My nap lasted about an hour longer than I'd planned, and as I took off toward the Deep Creek trail, which began in the general area of the first trail, except farther out in the boonies, I realized I would probably have only a few hours of daylight, depending how long it took me to get to the trailhead. It's nearing 5:00p.m. (notice the long shadows) as I pull off at the uppermost part of Highway 173.  The "road" (usage of the word is questionable) to the trailhead is only partially paved, and is one of those single lane roads where the guy driving downhill has to back up to the last turnout if he encounters someone coming up the road ahead.) "Scary" is a better word. The scary up to the trailhead was located behind one of those road size gates made of 4" pipe, with lots of chains and locks. It was open.....now, at least. I looked around. There was a cabin a ways down the street. (The photograph shows a construction site at the end of the "residential" street right before turning on to the "scary". ) So if I got back to this road from the trailhead road and the gate was locked, I could park my car on the other side of the locked gate and walk over to the cabin. (Somebody was home. I noticed when I drove by.) I'd ask if I could call (911? My auto insurance company? The forest rangers? Dudley DoRight of the Mounties?) for help. 

    The construction site had this classic car at the gate. I sure hope it wasn't the remains of the last guy who found the gate to the trailhead road closed! 

     

    It wasn't even a mile up (and down, sometimes in the same few feet) to the trailhead. This is the fork where "standard two wheel drive vehicles" go to the left and "four wheel drive and mountain vehicles" go to the right. There was nobody around. I had the dirt parking lot all to myself. I positioned my six dollar Adventure Pass on the car's mirror, locked up, slid my water bottle in my back pocket, my camera bag over my head, checked the sun's alignment, such as I could, said a small prayer, and hit the trail.

    I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. But here is my car in the trail "parking lot". A guy in a big pickup who I met coming out (at 7:30pm as the sun was about to set) seemed surprised that my car had gotten over the road to get here. I have a manual transmission, and never shifted out of second on the mile road in. I was in first most of the time.

    The trail to Deep Creek begins off the creek, with this footbridge. 

    There were lots of neat photos to take at the trailhead campground. I was amazed at the landscape. This area had almost no tall trees at all. 

    The sound of the creek was very soothing. 

    Looking northeast. I was standing on a small sand beach.

    On the bridge shooting into the canyon. 

    On the bridge looking the other way.

    This photo is out of sequence somewhat. I took it crossing the creek to get to the bridge, which by the way, I didn't cross to get to the trail. I shot some photos from the bridge, my trail was to the left, and followed the creek around the canyon wall to the left, or northwest.

     Walking down from the trailhead, oak trees are alongside both sides of the trail. It's almost parklike at first. 

    The sun is way over on the other side of the mountain I'm walking alongside, so these photos are pretty dark. It was an exceptionally nice time to hike. Not hot at all. The sun isn't baking overhead. However, I do like to stop every ten minutes or so to take photos, so walking 2-1/2 miles alongside the creek canyon took a bit of time. 

    I loved the rock walls, and outcroppings.

     This area looked more familiar to me, more like the Angeles forest, than the pine rimmed San Bernadino forest. The hiking guidebook pointed out the disparity in landscapes in this area. Almost more of the high desert, which is further along in the north, than the "alpine" like forests of Arrowhead and Big Bear Lake. 

    This outcropping I dubbed 'cap rock' since it looked like it was wearing one. 

    Here I pose in my cap alongside "cap rock". 

    Nobody out here landscaped the area....except for God, that is. 

    Looking far down into the creek canyon (using a zoom lens) this area is called "Devil's Hole". You can't go down there. 

     If I hadn't been racing the sunset hiking into a canyon to which I'd never been, I would have been rewarded at the end of the trail, with an actual creekside area, where the guidbook proclaimed one could fish and swim. I never got down to the creek, however. Every turn had another turn around the next bend, an endless seeming hike along the side of the canyon, but I never did seem to go down into it. 

     

    This rock reminded me of one of those Easter Island statues. 

    Yet another rock outcropping. 

    At one point, I stopped walking alongside the canyon wall, and the trail made a beeline right through this serene meadow. I thought maybe I was close to end of the trail, but after this, the path went up alongside the wall again, and the creek receded in the distance.

    I was quite aware there were not going to be any streetlights going on after dark, so without ending the hike, I did turn around pretty near the end, packed up the camera, took another slug of my water bottle, and began walking back. Even though the Deep Creek hike was rated more advanced than the Little Bear Creek hike I took earlier in the day, it seemed easier, because even though the trail was alongside a deep canyon, the walk was pretty much horizontal and didn't have any sudden ascents or descents.

    As I drove back to the cabin, I noticed there were a few clouds in the sky, and we were having one of my treasured "pink sunsets" for my "birthday eve."

    I caught the last rays of the sun, casting familiar pink glow on the clouds rimming the lake. 

    Just to round out the post to 30 images, here is a preview of the next Photopost. Big Bear Lake shot on May 1st, 2013.

    Posted: May 12, 2013 10:00 AM

Saturday, 11 May 2013

  • Photopost: Lake Arrowhead "Birthdaycation"

    In 2012, Catalina Cruises offered free travel to and from Catalina Island on your birthday, so I took a "birthdaycation" to Catalina when I turned 59. The trip was free but the hotel and meals still cost money. On May 1st I turned 60, and in February, our controller at work, who is a part owner of the company, asked me what my plans were for my birthday this year. I hadn't really made plans at that time, and she offered the use of the family cabin in Lake Arrowhead if I wanted to spend my birthday in the mountains. Sounded good to me. I was handed the keys on Friday, April 27th, and on Monday morning, April 29th, I began the 100 or so mile trip up into the San Bernadino mountains for a week relaxing among the tall trees.

    I shot over 1000 photos (on two different cameras) and recorded about a half hour of video. I still haven't gone completely through or posted all my photos online yet. My Flickr Photostream is HERE and there are currently three themed "sets" online. Facebook allows easier photo insertion in their program than the ancient Xanga editor. When I returned on Friday, May 3rd, I immediately began posting some of my photography to my FB "Timeline" HERE. I received some instant gratification and a lot of "likes." Xanga is more problematical these days, and it takes time to create one of my "walk with me" Photoposts, but here is the first, themed to my first days at the Lakeside resort, and contains photos taken on the first of two wilderness hikes I took up into the mountains. The first photo here was taken on a turnout on the "Rim of the World Highway" (CA18) right after I got off the 210 freeway and started the ascent into the mountains.

    Rolling meadows, magnificent trees, misty mountain tops.

    Same turnout. Same tree. Different angle.

    A boulder thrown in for good measure.

    The cabin is a standard 60s style A frame. The family I work for doesn't rent it out, but lets other family members, close friends and acquaintances stay for a while. I took the whole week, returning Friday, May 3rd. This is the view from the living room area out to the deck. I like to spend time at home sitting in one of my ariondack chairs outside the mobile. I always call the area (I don't have a deck or porch) my "second living room". The weather was great, about 72 during the day and only 60 at night, so I kept the windows and doors open and enjoyed the peace and quiet. Some people live full time in the Lake Arrowhead area, but it's mostly a tourist spot during both the winter and spring/summer season. I was up there during the "off season" but it was almost summery. A perfect time and place for a week off.

    Here's to ya! My first late afternoon on "my" deck enjoying a cold Corona. The deck is about 15 feet off the ground, and is fronted by spruce, pine, and fir trees. There are so many trees on the property that one can't even see the cabin from the street.

    This is the front door to the cabin. Before our CEO had his stroke, he used to take "weekends at the cabin" quite a few times during the year. Now it sits empty most months, and his wife is thinking of selling it. 

    The living room area right after I settled in. I hadn't yet "Mikeized" the room, moving furniture around, etc. Before I left, however, I put everything back where it was. I don't take lots of trips (yet, that is, I'm paying down my debt substantially, and plan on traveling a lot within a couple of years.) but when I do, I like to stay in one place for four or five days, so that by the end of my vacation, I'm quite familiar with the area. This really helped in the mountains. The streets are twisty turny winding up and down, and it's easy to get lost if you don't know where you're going. (I'm "old school" No GPS for the Mikester.) In no time at all, I was driving around town like a local, enjoying both my day trips, hikes, and my time "at home" in the cabin. I did take my blu ray player and a few boxed sets of movies with me, but forgot to pack the remote, so couldn't get past the menu on most of the movies. This didn't bother me, since I don't go on vacation to watch TV anyway. Between the photo trips, restaurants (I have to lose a lot of weight now!) and quality time with my Kindle, I didn't need TV.

    Here's one of my first shots of the actual Lake. I visited the three major lakes in the area. (Arrowhead, Gregory, and Big Bear) I only saw one sailboat, but this was "off season" so not a lot of tourists. 

    Although this looks like it could be the shoreline of a park, I'm actually shooting photos from the edge of the Lake Arrowhead Village, which is the major shopping center, with outlet stores, restaurants, and entertainment ( the stage opens next weekend, darn). Nothing like a major shopping center in Los Angeles, however. We don't have lakesides in L.A. 

    Not a cloud in the sky. The vessel far out in the lake is the "Arrowhead Queen" which is a tour boat resembling an old Mississippi riverboat

     

    After dark the first night, I took some photos of the trees alongside the deck, using only the camera's flash as a source of light. Got some interesting "art shots"

    Spooky, ain't it? I didn't take any photos of the night sky, but I'm not used to seeing as many stars as one can view 7000 feet above sea level down in the Los Angeles area, that's for sure.

     

    Here is the main street in Blue Jay, which is the closest town to Lake Arrowhead. Other towns in the area are Twin Peaks and Rimforest. A block from where I stayed, which is next to the golf course, one can still see fire damage from the 2007 Rimforest fire, which thankfully didn't get down into any of the towns of near the lake. 

     On Tuesday, the day before my birthday, I decided to take a hike. (I actually took two.) The remainder of the photos on this particular Photopost were taken while hiking the "Little Bear Creek trail" which goes right through one of the areas scorched by the 2007 fire. At first, coming out of the North Shore Campground (which was still closed, since it was off season, and was eerily vacant and serene, leaving me alone with God, nature, and the trees) the path seems like any parkland, wide and shadowy. Since the park was closed, I parked my car in the hospital parking lot across the street, and began my hike. One needs to purchase an "Adventure Pass" for $5.99 which only lets you hike for 24 hours. I took two hikes (10 miles total) that Tuesday. It was a nice day, so I wore a short sleeved shirt and jeans, but had my thick soled hiking shoes, long billed cap, bottle of water (Arrowhead brand, natch) and of course my camera bag.  

     

    After descending a bit into the canyon on the way to the creek, the landscape suddenly gets quite strange.

    The fire was six years ago, so there was new growth, partially charred trees, and trees which miraculously escaped damage. Forest rangers had cut down trees which impeded the trail.

    I can remember one bus tour through Central California I took with Pat back in the 90s where the tour guide told us it is quite natural for chaparral to be destroyed by fire and revived by nature every decade or so. I remembered this as I walked along this hiking trail, which although not in the same area, gives pretty much the same kind of natural revivification. The only reason fires are deadly in California is because people build their homes in these naturally fire threatened areas. (In an almost frightening moment Thursday night, after not using the internet or reading any newspapers, I turned on the news just to see if I was missing anything of importance, and every channel was showing the Ventura fire.)

     

    The magnificence of tall trees cannot be denied. (When I showed a selection of my photos to some of my workmates, almost everyone declared "You really do take some nice photos." 

    Look one way and there's regrowth and missed destruction, and the forest looks fine.

    Turn around, and it almost looks like you're on another planet. (I placed my camera on a fallen tree to get this shot.)

    Each hike was 2-1/2 miles each way, or 5 miles round trip. (The only way to get back to the car is to go back up the way you came!) It took me over two hours to take each hike, but I stopped repeatedly to position my camera and shoot photos.

    I'm always looking for contrasting textures in my photography, and this photo gives you lots of them. I also have a knack for shooting nature and architecture without people. (However I would at some time like to try my hand at portraiture, there is a lot of expense incurred in getting lights, shades, etc, and I don't even have a DSLR camera yet! Interesting to note that I mainly draw portraits, and photograph nature/architecture.)

     

    On this particular hike, I think this is the most interesting tree I saw. All around is desolation and bare branches. The top of this "Christmas Tree" was miraculously left unharmed, and is majestically awaiting the return of his cousins and friends. Notice the absence of bark on the white tree to the left of the Christmas tree about an eighth of the way up.

    A look upward at the same tree.

     

    The complete inside of this hollowed out trunk was missing.

     A splash of color appears as if out of nowhere, closer to the creek.

    After hiking for what seemed like most of the morning (actually roughly an hour or so) I heard, and finally found the creek, which was pretty meager, but it was amazing how there was grass and growth all around it. There were even a few small "water falls" (although for some reason I can't find my photos of them this moment, and want to get this entry posted, since I worked a good time on it, and Xanga wouldn't let me post last night.) I won't make any promises, but those of you who still follow me here might be interested to know I'll be posting more photoposts within the next couple of weeks, including my second hike, later that afternoon, to Deep Creek, which took me farther into the wilderness next to a place called "Devil's Hole", my birthday day trip to Big Bear Lake, and photos of the chainsaw carved bears one sees everywhere, created by local artists. Until then, I bid you adieu, and want to remind all of Xanga, even though I use the much easier Facebook to instantly post my photos nowadays, and even though my 8000 photos in over 100 themed folders on Webshots disappeared along with that website, I will still post these "walk with me" photo tours with commentary in the "pages" of Xanga, as long as I'm taking photos and as long as Xanga sticks around! happy

    ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: Lake Arrowhead History, Lake Arrowhead Fire Reports from 2007, Full Photospread of my Little Bear Creek Hike on Flickr

    Posted: May 10, 2013 7:04 AM

Thursday, 18 April 2013

  • Voice of Reason: Bombs and the Media

    Two home made bombs exploded in Boston, Mass.,USA, on Monday, shortly after the Boston Marathon ended, killing 3 people. Almost immediately, with only the event and no information concerning either perpetrator(s) or motive(s), the occurrence became the latest fusilade in the "war on terror" in the U.S.

    Even President Obama vowed "justice" would prevail, and the evil terrorists would be caught, tried, and punished.

    It's difficult to escape the "news", speculation, and punditry two days later. Although the only real news we have is that the event occurred. Everyone has an opinion. Condolences are going out to the victims and their families. Photos of wounded bystanders blanket the internet news feeds. The phrase "Not since 9/11..." has been bandied about interminably.

    Not so coincidentally, I haven't watched "TV News" since the 9/11 attacks. The tone and tenor of "the media" disgusts me. I prefer to investigate events myself using the internet as a tool. (although a lot of BS has to be waded through to get to facts.) Yesterday morning someone at work had the TV in the break room turned to more opinions and speculations on one of the morning "news" shows. I passed by without listening.

    In the hours surrounding this widely reported "terrorist attack" in Boston, the world turned as usual, and the usual events kept happening in other countries, but the "media" is still reporting every conjecture they can record with their microphones and visualize with their cameras.

    If I watched TV news, I'd probably be afraid to walk out the door. As it is, I keep seeing the same photos and reading the same "sound bytes" on the internet.

    Bombs don't usually explode in public places in the U.S. of A. This is "news" to those of us who live here. The day of the Boston "attacks", over 30 people were killed in bombings in Iraq, and over 15 in Pakistan, but those stories are pushed to the back pages of the US media. Over the years, I have shuddered with pessimistic chagrin at the pictures of hollowed out shells of once great cities all over the world. In countries with similar sounding names, forgotten grand human achievements are destroyed daily. Two or three generations of people live (if one can call it living) day to day with the threat heavy in the air that they could be instantly killed at the bus stop, in the marketplace, or sitting in their easy chair in their own living rooms. This "way of life", or more correctly, "way of death" is business as usual for a great many in a great many places all over this earth of ours.

    It's a big country here in the USA, and lots of "news" concerning "evil" intentions, individuals, and ideologies is ever present. The same day that somebody or some group planted shrapnel bombs along the route of the Boston Marathon, a guy in Orange County, CA decided to plant a bomb in his own house. His explosive suicide was trumped by the Boston events, however. It probably would have been more newsworthy if the bomb had more power, and the people next door had been killed or wounded.

    So far, our great American cities haven't been reduced to the rubble one would encounter in other parts of the world, where sectarian violence, civil war, clashing ideologies, infighting, coups, etc. etc. etc. serve to create an atmosphere of continual terror and destruction. Pundits, internet philosophers, and supposed "newspeople" are always quick to tackle stories like the Boston Marathon Bombings (and supply mountains of conjecture about the causes) because they still mistakenly believe "it can't happen here."

    Throughout history, one great civilization after another has grown too big for it's britches, tried to police the known world, gather it's resources, and make a place for itself in the history books. Throughout history, those civilizations have succumbed eventually to failure because of sectarian violence, civil war, clashing ideologies, infighting, coups, etc. etc. etc.

    One step forward for mankind, and another two or ten steps back.

    And it can happen here. It can happen anywhere. "Evil" is a part of human nature.

    In the USA, bloggers and journalists are wondering who planted the bombs in Boston. We're on the edge of our seat. Some are already laying blame. Does it matter? Of course it matters that any human being who performs such a heinous act. But it ultimately doesn't matter "who" is to blame, because we might as well say "human nature is to blame." The media will continue to spotlight and endlessly dissect news events such as this, even though there are lots of good things going on in the world as well, and there are lots of neighbors in many countries around the world who actually get along with each other and help each other out.

    Hopefully the perpetrators will be caught and punished. Hopefully evil will disappear in the world. However, if the first happens the second most probably won't. I may even state with possible certainty that evil will never disappear. What upsets me when I listen to the voice of reason is that the endless reporting and dissecting of evil on such a monumental scale by the media seems to incite conflicted and confused individuals to try doing the same kinds of things in order to insure they go out with a "bang" in the media. The U.S. is forever embroiled in arguments concerning the safety of it's citizens. Are there too many or too few gun controls? Should we start banning more books? Are our leaders going to help us? How about God?

    It all boils down to disputed territoriality and ideologies. It always has. It always will. And each nation, each civilization, which mindlessly and unfortunately attempts to control everyone and everything in it's view, will eventually crumble from both without and within. It's happened before. The Fall of (any given) Empire is a time tested tale. The view is getting a lot larger in scope, too, when you consider how many "drone aircraft" are "targeting" "evil insurgents" in countires foreign to the U.S. (And oftentimes garnering "collateral damge" as killing innocent civilians is called nowadays.)

    I don't have answers. I hope the crazies with the guns and the crazies with the bombs don't aim anything at me. But it could happen. And the voice of reason tells me it is more apt to happen when humans either can't or won't get along and consider reasoned discourse over sensationalist news reportage, biased opinionating, and quarreling with each other.

    I'm sure I'll read somewhere that now marathon runners should be armed. I find it somehow ironic that initial news reports identified other marathons which were going to go on as scheduled. Terror doesn't repeat itself exactly, and evil can show up at any time.

    Three people in Boston die in what will probably turn out to be an isolated incident "perpetrated" by some crazy. Big news. All over the TV.

    30 or 40 people die in one of those similar sounding countries Americans hardly pay attention to and nobody notices. Business as usual.

    When the media, the intelligentsia, the pundits and the duly elected leaders of the world are able to find the connecting thread between these events, then possibly the world can come to some kind of understanding. The voice of reason tells me this is still possible, even as I age, and even as the reports I receive from "the media' seem to tell a different story.

     angrysad

    (First entry from me in a while, eh? Tx for the rex) Posted: April 17, 2013 10:15 AM

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

  • News and Notes for March 2013

    I'll break my current hiatus for one of these monthly updates. Lots going on so it'll be quick. (for me, anyway happy). What with my latest hobby (weight training) and the fact that each stolen moment is taken up by reading these days (hooray for my Kindle!) I don't even "check" Xanga or even FB that much anymore. When I do, I'm rarely interested in seeing what people "share" that they saw online somewhere else! (I do try to search out "creative" entries but there are lots more copy/pasted stuff than original stuff among most of the posts I see.)

    Here's an observation. People on social networking sites on the internet always write about their "friends". Who they admire. Who's been supportive and who's been "talking behind their back" etc. etc. etc. You know, I've lost nearly all my friends. On the internet, when people mention "friends" it's usually someone with whom they connect online. For the current generation of young people, there is probably no disconnect whether a "friend" is "real" (i.e. you see them physically at school, around the hood, at work, or church, etc.) or "virtual" (in one of their "friends" lists on an online social networking site.) I'm pretty "old" in chronological years, but young in spirit. Whole groups of friends have perished, sometimes literally. A lot of folks I knew pretty well died. Many too early, but that's life. (Er, death.) 

    An "online" "friend" sent me an email the other day which supplied a link to another of her blogsites. There she had a different name than the one I've been calling her. When someone from Xanga "friends" me on Facebook, I never know who they are. The name on their Facebook site is completely different than the one on their Xanga site. Nobody much lets me know by which moniker I might have been calling them, either.) I'm convinced. Even though I've been online longer than some folks on the internet have possibly been alive (or aware, anyway) I've been a "presence" long enough that anyone wishing to "find" me can do so easily. I change my passwords a lot, but I don't change my name. I remain, as always, Michael F. Nyiri, poet , philosopher, fool. If I don't know somebody's name, then I don't know that person, no matter how many times they commented on my blog. No matter how many emails they may have sent me. Frankly, as I age, it confuses me. So I won't think too much about it. But to me "online" friends aren't "friends". They're simply connections, like acquaintances I make at work, or people who check me out at the market. 

    Sometimes I think I'm possibly pretty lonesome. But I honestly like to be alone. The internet remains merely a tool for me to use, when I make the time to turn it on, that is.  

    WORK: I rarely write about work because my Xanga blog is supposed to be a showcase for my "creative" side. I just want to put it in writing. 7 More Years. That's how long I intend to work. It's less than a decade. Sure, I'll be 67. But now that I'm approaching 60, 70 doesn't seem "old" to me. In seven years, I'll retire. I'm planning to begin traveling next year, when the debt completely disappears. At work, I accomplish tasks. I take pleasure in what goes right, and I possibly get too upset when something goes wrong. Too many tasks I just used to accomplish on my own have been "farmed out' to so many others who rarely even see or talk to each other, that the left hand of the company doesn't know what the right hand is doing. I've taken a somewhat zenlike attitude towards what I do in any given day. (I will admit I still let things get to me, I'm not perfect, esp. when it comes to my emotions and bipolarity.) I may not be doing what I want to do. I may not be doing what I deem important. However, it doesn't matter. In seven years I won't even "be here" at work, except to come back and say hi to the folks still in the grind. I'm one for "preparing" and "planning" stuff. I'm planning my retirement. Work will end for me, in the not too distant future, and then it's time for...

    PLAY: I'm single, young, and free. I love to play. As I pay down my debts, and find myself with a little spending cash, I'm getting blurays of my favorite movies (Roger Rabbit is on his way to my house as we speak). I'm looking at places I'd like to go (the internet is a great tool for this) and I can bide my time finding the right "toys" to complement my computer rig. No more do I "collect" large amounts of episodes of TV shows I'll never watch on my DVR. No more do I fantasize about what I'd be able to create with the latest thousand dollar video editing program I can't even install on my old XP system. I'm finding that as I spend less time "worrying" or making plans that won't ever happen, I can spend more time enjoying the small things I can accomplish right now. F'rinstance. Last weekend I really wanted to go to LACMA ( the Los Angeles Art museum.) However next week I'm possibly going to the Reagan Library (a longtime plan now coming to fruition). I can't take videos at LACMA, so I passed on the impulse, and spent a lazy afternoon sitting in the sun instead. (with my Kindle by my side) In the past, I may just "take off" on a photo expedition, and find myself spending money I don't have. Now that I have a little money, I take a bit more time to think, "do I really need to do this now?". Usually, I don't. And then before you know it, the day is done, and another, with it's requisite plans, are on the horizon. As playtime increases, I'm finding that my previous frugality is paying me dividends in time as well as money now that I seem to have a little more of both!

    DIET AND HEALTH: Just had my annual physical examination last Friday. One upcoming Xanga entry I've planned, and which will most probably be posted before the end of this month will be my "Ultimate Body Image" blog, complete with one of those "naked on Xanga" photos. Only this time I won't really NEED to suck in my gut. I'm trading fat for muscle. I'm on a full weight training schedule, working out three times a week. (1/2 hour cardio, 1/2 hour stretching, 45 minutes weight training, which gets longer as I add more excercises.) I may make a Mike's Video Blog detailing my workout. I'm in excellent health. Looked at my blood tests online this morning. My cholesterol is still a bit high. Doc will probably want to put me back on Lovastatin. Besides eating healthy, I'm now adding a "splurge day" every two weeks or so, usually on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, where I go to a restaurant and have a meal I can enjoy like I used to. (A mexican feast, or a trip to a Chinese buffet) One thing that's changed from my "non healthy" days, however. When I go out, I don't eat a gargantuan amount of food like I used to when I ate one big meal a day. (And I don't get upset at myself for not eating every grain of rice on the plate either if I'm full.)

    A "normal" day's intake for me. Breakfast: Oatmeal (in Apple juice instead of water or milk) topped with rasins and almonds, plus a little cinnamon. Lunch: Instant noodles (The bachelor's friend). (I try to stay away from egg noodles, which have cholesterol.) A sandwich (deli meats and jack cheese) and fruit. Dinner: A salad with either balsamic vinagrette or italian dressing. I drink lots of tea. Snacks are usually a carrot, a banana or greek yogurt. 

    After "deflating" a little more of the "spare tire" around my waist, you can actually see my abs!

    EXERCISE: Never in a million years would I have thought I'd know the names of the various muscles in the body or how many "reps" one should be doing in how many "sets" of a weight training exercise. I was always more apt to be the guy who got sand kicked in his face when young, and I never dreamed of getting toned and muscular. Now, I check lots of internet sites and watch lots of videos on YouTube looking for the right exercises to add to my workout. I'm not into "bodybuilding" but "strength training." However my body is lookin' pretty good I must say.

    I began walking about two miles a day back when my doctor first told me my cholesterol was high. This was in 2001 or 2002. Last year, for my birthday, in May 2012, I added 5 pound dumbells, which I pumped as I walked. A little over a month ago, I added a standard weight bench, plus barbell, to my "weight room" area in my house. I don't pump weights when I walk now. The walk is a cardio preliminary to the actual workout. This will all be detailed in an upcoming blog. I'm pretty serious about strength training. I should have done this ages ago! My posture is better. I don't get "breathless" that easily. And this after only a month! My "plan" is to look like Dwayne Johnson by the end of the year! (Not really, but I'm amazed at how I can actually "feel" my muscle mass increasing!)

    WEALTH: For the first time in my own financial history, I charged two meals and a video on a credit card last month, and paid the complete balance back to $0.00 when the bill was due this month. That old "consolidation" loan I took out in 2007 (and updated in 2009) for Forty Thousand dollars now has a balance of under 9 grand. (It will be completely paid off by 2014 at about this time!) I've cut up all but two credit cards. And my Amazon.com card is mainly used for free books and apps on the Kindle. 

    VACATION/BIRTHDAY: I began a new annual practice last year when I took advantage of a free boat ride to Catalina Island on my birthday. Actually, the practice was begun earlier. In 2009 I took advantage of Disneyland's free birthday ticket and spent my birthday in 2009 at Disneyland. I spent three days on Catalina, however, and took a "mini vacation." This year, I am going to be loaned the keys to a vacation cabin (actually a five bedroom house) in Lake Arrowhead, and the week of my birthday, from April 29th through the end of the first week of May, I plan to be vacationing in Lake Arrowhead, in the San Bernadino mountains, about 5000 feet up. I'll be sure to be taking my cameras. I love the mountains (almost) as much as I love the sea!

     PHILOSOPHY: 

    I may wonder what it would be like to have sired children, and to be spending my time "with the grandkids" like pretty much everyone else my age, but then I read about some utterly incomprehensible happening and I'm glad I don't find myself having to "explain" something I don't understand to anybody.

    I may wonder what it would be like to hold hands with a woman, and have a really close warm relationship, but then I read about how families are being torn apart by violence and how less and less love seems to be spread around the world.

    I may wonder what I have lost, or have never found, or what may be "over the mountain" or what might have happened if this had occurred or if that hadn't. But then I think about how wonderful the life is that I'm leading. Perhaps I'm not sharing it with anyone right now, and perhaps I may never do so. I am part and parcel of the Universal Existence, as is everyone else. And soon, hopefully not sooner than I'm ready for it to happen, the cosmic door will open and I shall pass through. Then perhaps, in Universal Ecstasy, I will find companionship with the universal essence of humankind. And I shall never wonder again.

    Embrace the little things which matter, and don't wonder long about the imponderables. 

    Posted: March 19, 2013 8:50 AM

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

  • ElectricPoetry: Old Hat

    "Old Hat"

    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    02/19/13
    6:00 a.m. pst

     

    Worn but not out
    Forgotten but not gone
    Aging gracefully
    (as graceful as possible)
    Memories fall from the band
    (used to be fastened and full)
    Color might not be so vibrant
    still comfortable though
    and still fits without a doubt

    Hats hanging on racks all around
    Where did I get that one?
    Do I even remember anymore?
    The hat on my head feels right
    (but so did so many others in the long ago)

    Old hats are never tossed out
    they may sit farther back on the shelf
    they may hide behind other hats on the rack
    they may fade they might fault
    they may be old hats
    but they survive
    as do I

     

    Posted: February 19, 2013 6:12 AM

Thursday, 07 February 2013

  • WhenWordsCollide Header History

    The "Google Doodle" is an established part of the internet. On holidays, birthdays, and special occasions, the main page of Google's search engine displays an artistic (and sometimes interactive) version of their multicolored logo. HERE is a gallery of past "Doodles". (Dont go there, though. This isn't about them. It's about ME! happy Here on my blog, I used to feature a "revolving header." All versions of the same design, with the logo and the AllThingsMike graphic, and usually themed along with my profile pic, a morph of which features a lot of those is always in the upper left hand corner of the page. The "design" of my blogpage doesn't change much (it really displays neatly on my Kindle tablet, but I need to remove the various embedded flash files, which are passe in HTML5 sad) Over nearly a decade,  however, I have created, in my handy digital picture editor, a vast collection of interesting headers. I'm going to display some of them for you now. I probably won't go to the trouble of "dating" them. All have appeared on this blog over the past eight years. In no particular order: 

    This is the basic black header image I've used since 2010.

    Nuts and bolts.

    Theater curtains. Possibly first used for an ElectricMovies themed post. ElectricMovies is the site where I wrote movie reviews, even before being associated with the Xanga service. I haven't updated it since 2003, but wrote reviews on Xanga back when there was a "reviews" section in the old days. 

    One of many "cloudscapes". The cloudscape background didn't used to be covered by the white background for the entries in Xanga 1.0. My text would "scroll" over the background, and I took great pains to arrive at a balance in the contrast where you had no trouble reading the black text on black and white cloud images. 

    More clouds.

    My "borg" background included my famous profile pic as "Locutus Baldmike". Resistance is futile.

    Blue curtains. Blue is the color of my eyes and also my favorite color. www.allthingsmike.com has color coded sections. Allthingsmike was blue. ElectricPoetry green, and ElectricMovies red.

    Blackout header. Can't even remember using this. Possibly for one of my monochrome profile pics of old time celebrities.

    This is the "Clowns" background to my Clowns website which was the theme of my blog (and my profile natch) when I created the Clowns "website in a weekend" and accompanying MikeVideo Internet Movie in 2006. 

    Rocks.

    Green marble.

    Groucho Marx. (This is the real Groucho in the header. My profile was doctored to give me the Groucho look as well.

    Paisley print. (Actually I take that back. It's red marble)

    A Spring Floral background when I announced my latest (at the time MikeVideo ) "Floral Dreams". in 2007.

    Another yellow floral background.

    One of many Christmas themed headers.

    Another Christmas header.

    Jacaranda blooms, in honor of the Photo series presented in 2005.

    Alpine background.

    Dreamcatchers. I used to always have a dreamcatcher hanging in my profile pic somewhere too.

    Still more dreamcatchers.

    The background is a speaker grill. This header announced my new series of "Mike's Video Blogs" of which I completed the sixteenth (over 20 if you count the three part series videoblogs!) Mike's Video Blog "A Dance to 2013" last month. 

    A rock wall. 

    Wood paneling. 

    Different grain wood background.

    Drapes. I'm sure this one and the red theater curtains header actually contain photos of real drapes or curtains I photographed in my house rather than do an image search on the internet. Since 2007 I've always made an attempt to make sure most of the elements and layers in my "photoshopped" composite art images use photos I've taken my self, and art I've created myself.

    A green fabric background.

     

    The "AllThingsMike" logo itself, (which, in the header, when clicked, takes you to the main page of the website, of which this blog is a part.) has pretty much stayed the same since 1999, when I created it. I did get the sunrise over the clouds from an image search in the long ago. The font for the logo is Enview. (This also used to be printed on business cards which I'd hand out to promote my website.) Then I "spraypainted" clouds over the print to make it look like it's floating off in the clouds somewhere in the Universal.

    The header logo currently at the top of the blog is "Windows 3.1" and notice the "arrow" is hovering over the AllThingsMike logo. If I'd known better back in 2004, I would have "titled" my username/blog "WhenwordsCollide" instead of "baldmike2004" to avoid confusion. Since I rarely if ever call myself "baldmike." But my username on Yahoo was "baldmike2000". I've used "baldmike" pretty much as a "username" but the title of my website is AllThingsMike, and the title of this blog is WhenWordsCollide.

    I, personally, remain, as always, Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool

     

    Posted: February 06, 2013 8:00 AM

Sunday, 03 February 2013

  • A Tribute to My Mother

    February 2nd would have been my dear mother's birthday. She would be turning 90 years old had she lived. I write about my mood swings all the time. We called mom's bipolarity her "nervous condition". She passed away from heart and kidney failure in a nursing home at the age of 54. She'd been hooked up to a dialysis machine, in a vegetative state, for over three years. Her first stroke was in 1972. The stroke which completely paralyzed her occurred the following year. The last time I saw her was in 1974, when my siblings and I imparted to her the news of our father's passing following his 13th heart attack. I abandoned her, believing her mind was gone. I didn't even attend her eventual funeral. We know now that stroke victims are cognizant of what's happening around them, but at the time I believed she was mentally gone. If I have one regret in my life, it's that I abandoned my mother. On my yearly Mother's Day post, my readers always console me for beating myself up about this misjudgment. I was 21 years old in 1974. I wrote the following poem in 2005, after decades of not coming to terms with my actions, or should I say inactions. I was pretty much a "mama's boy" while growing up. I still have her loving handwritten "crits" on my early poetry and on the last page of my novel. (She wrote: "Don't change a thing.") Happy Birthday Mommy. And, again (and again and again.) Please forgive me. 

    "No Stroke of Luck"
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    March 9, 2005 4:02 p.m. pst


    I
    She wanted to "escape the Mexicans"
    No matter that Los Angeles was part of Mexico once
    No matter that most of the street signs were in Spanish
    As was the name of the town
    No matter that my siblings and I had made many friends
    (and a lot of Mexican descent) and really didn't want to leave home
    No matter
    Dad deferred to Mom's rants and uneasy nervousness
    Dad dialed the number of the real estate agent
    Dad secured a place in Glendora, far from "the Mexicans"
    And though the family felt ripped from existence in El Monte
    Torn from friendships and high school shenanigans
    I didn't mind too much, as I graduated that year,
    And college life loomed fifty miles away the next semester.
    Sis and bro took it all badly, and emotions erupted
    Escalating erratic behaviors
    Eviscerating complacent dreamscapes
    And planting the family in unforseen circumstance

    The nightly dinners grew upsetting,
    But Dad deferred to Mom's state of paranoia after all
    Sis and bro became rebels
    And I didn't pay too much attention to it all
    When confronted with the brick walls of academe
    Which collected my attention spanning the new decade

    Mom was growing more agitated
    I'm sure Dad and my siblings noticed more than I
    And I, her "little genius" and most beloved
    grew farther from her, and this probably
    added to her insumountable troubling episodes
    But I hardly noticed
    Preferring to spend time at the library
    between school classes and worktime hours

    I would get home late at night,
    open my own door with my own key,
    and slip inside my own "apartment" within our home
    I would get up early and bathe,
    then climb in the car for the fifty mile drive to school
    before eight in the morning when class started.
    I didn't see a lot of the buildup
    I didn't pay attention to the wrenching dissimilarity
    of Mother's actions.
    The slow nervous laughter of unforseen calamity
    didn't pierce through my hedonistic armor
    The fast sure slipping into manic obsession
    didn't register with me, but it did with my family

    Quarrels seemed to grow in number and intensity
    I would quarrel with my siblings,
    gaining chokeholds on bro in the kitchen
    I would quarrel with my Mother,
    Even as her nervous calamity grew larger
    as a black cloud of coincidental animosity
    And the night before she was struck down
    Was one of the nastiest quarrels in our household


    II
    That Christmas was the last of feigned happy times
    opening presents which presented a modicum of laughter
    and less tears than usual
    But come the spring, the evil sprung up again,
    Sis and bro were finally getting settled
    And high school daze descended upon them in Glendora.
    They were children, really, and the pleasant auras of
    new friendships and undiscovered lands
    occupied their misery and supplanted it entirely
    Like any older brother, I would greet their new friends,
    And make friends of my own, including sis's best friend
    who became one of my girlfriends.

    The night of long knives in our household
    followed a trip to the medical center the day before
    I had driven Mom in for a checkup
    because she "didn't feel right"
    After all, she seldom "felt right" in those last days
    leading to the stroke
    The doctor (after an interminable wait) gave her a
    clean bill of health
    "nervous problems"
    take two of these and call me in the morning

    I can't remember the subject of the quarrel
    Only that there was one, pitting Mom against me
    And at 19 I felt I should finally "get my say"
    After all I didn't need to be in the (new) family home
    I could be in a dorm at SC with my friends.
    I certainly didnt' need the fifty mile drive.
    I felt we shouldn't have moved anyway
    Just like everybody else (except Mom)
    I went to bed crying, and so did Mom,
    but we didn't "make up"

    the stroke hit her the next morning,
    and Dad didn't go into work, but took her to the hospital,
    which in essence she never left for another four years.


    III
    I found out when I got home from school in the evening
    We visited Mom in her room at Kaiser Permanente
    Slick floors and the ever present alcohol smell
    White robes and IV tubes
    the first stroke was not bilateral
    Only one side of her body was rigid
    Memory has clouded and I don't know if she could speak
    that first night
    but in time she grew stronger, and she did come home
    for about a week sometime later

    until the bilateral stroke finished her sentence


    IV
    Time has not been kind to a memory I forgot years ago
    The particulars of bad news tend to filter fast
    as sands hurtling through an hourglass with a
    foot wide opening
    Days fade to weeks fade to months
    This was no stroke of luck,
    And it ended quick her pluck,
    Mom's body took it's toll, and the fee was very great

    With a bilateral, all muscles freeze
    There is no speech, nor would it seem recognition
    Nor did she appear as Mom to me anymore
    The family put up great facades for the nightly trips
    which seem to have lasted for years, but there were only two
    From nightly, to weekly, for sis, bro, and me
    But Dad kept the vigil, relating to unheard ears
    the events of the day.
    Nothing was normal, my grades began to suffer
    Dad kept having more of his heart attacks
    as the pressure burdened him so
    Mom was relegated from hospital to nursing home
    Money fled the bank accounts, both hers and Dad's

    The smell always overwhelmed me during the visits
    And I can't say I looked forward to them at all
    They were a hindrance in an otherwise full life at school
    And with friends, discovering booze, dope, rock and roll and
    sometime romance, the "other life" rarely made an appearance

    Two years of visits, and I needed a vacation
    A vacation from everything.
    Young people are filled with angst and ennui as a rule anyway
    And my situation seemed to fill me with insufferable agony
    So I left for a vacation in the Summer of 74
    And Dad, who never stopped his nightly trips
    Had his 13th and last heart attack when I was
    somewhere north of Frisco camping out.


    V
    Mom of course couldn't attend the funeral,
    as she was hooked up to a dialysis machine
    The day was overcast even though it was the middle of summer
    when I, my sis, and my bro trekked to the nursing home
    to tell Mother the grief stricken news
    She couldn't cry, but she did
    And something within me snapped shut,
    I made a terrible decision that day,
    One which I regret to this day,
    In fact, the only regret I harbor after living
    over a half century is this one.
    I never visited Mom again after that
    She lost not only her husband but her oldest son
    I felt as if she had been gone for two years,
    And for me, cutting the umbilical held finality
    Her eyes looked like dark marbles
    Her sweet dispostion had quietly melted
    somewhere between El Monte and Glendora
    She was a cipher, a cardboard facsimile
    She was not my Mother
    And I left that afternoon never to return


    VI
    I have called myself a poet,
    But poetry seldom tells the truth when the truth
    Cuts as deeply as this does now pondering the outcome
    I am sure as salvation that I have been forgiven
    By sweet Mother's soul
    I am positive that I have nothing to worry about in perpetuity
    That I have not become an evil being because of my youthful
    naivete.
    Two more years and she finally passed away, softly, and with no troubles
    Her death certificate reads heart failure
    Her broken heart stopped beating at last.
    I didnt' attend her funeral
    To me she was already dead


    VII
    Poetry spoke to me in the years following at times
    Yeilding petty purpose when confronted with the ills
    of my behaviors
    My suicidal urges at once escalated, and thanks to
    good friends, and counseling, and prayers to Jesus
    in time I was able to come to grips with the situation.

    In time my sis, my bro and I got back together,
    but only for a little while, before the family completely
    rent itself out of existence.
    I gave my sister away at her wedding.
    I made love to my brother's female friend
    We split the furniture in the house three ways
    (I had to sell the house following my Father's death when
    I was made executor of Mother's estate at age 20
    so Mom could gain Medicare benefits to pay
    for her stay in the nursing home,
    which cost almost ten grand a month if memory serves.)

    Of course in time everything heals, including bad memories
    And I forgot Mother's face and Father's care.
    I slipped deeper into an alcohol and drug fueled abandonment
    which didn't straighten out until well into the next decade.

    The decades passed,
    And here I am, still here, still writing, still upset
    But no matter what ever happens
    I cannot turn back the hands of time,
    And I cannot apologize for my inept decisions
    All I can say is I'm sorry, Mother, for escaping you
    As you tried to escape those "Mexicans" in El Monte
    You were my rock for many years, and when you
    started to crumble, I just couldn't take it,
    And I fled
    I've been fleeing ever since
    I know I can never go back home
    because it doesn't exist
    And will never exist anymore

    sorrow seldom soothes the savage hurt
    I cry with dry eyes
    and lift my voice to you in Heaven
    Where absolution sighs
    And let this be an altar to my ineptitude
    thirty years later.


    BEHIND THE POETRY: For those who've never seen this before in these pages, I just want to say this was the most difficult and painful thing I've ever written, and it's still quite painful to read. MFN/ppf

     Posted: February 01, 2013 7:39 AM

Thursday, 31 January 2013

  • News and Notes: January 2013

    Sometimes I can't really believe I've been writing this column, (and publishing my Xanga blog) for almost nine years! You know, that's a long time! I've been going back to some random earlier columns to check what differences, if any, have occurred when I compare the long ago (mid 2000s) to my current situation in 2013. I won't say everything is looking rosy through my glasses, but they're looking more rosy collectively than they have at any time in the past nine years.

    HEALTH: In Dec. 2004 I was seeing a neurologist for the pinched nerve in my back. In June 2008 I found out my 16 year old hip replacement needed repair. Sept. 2010 was a few months after my 2nd cataract surgery, and I hoped I didn't have any other unforseen health problems coming up in the future.

    As 2013 begins in earnest, most of my health problems have abated. I'm working out so much that I need to get heavier weights. I throw my 5 pound free weights around like they're made of tinfoil. I'm planning on getting a weight bench soon, and work out on my legs and thighs as well. Good weather is around the corner, and then it's down to the pool for laps! My next targeted "problem" to hopefully be fixed is with my teeth. After having four tooth pulled over the past nine years, and only two "replaced" (with a temporary bridge which doesn't fit correctly now) my front teeth have "bucked" so bad that I can almost put the tip of tongue through the space between them. My poor parents are spinning in their graves, I'm sure. They put so much money into my mouth after the car wreck when I was 14 and busted my jaw. I possibly need not only implants but braces as well. My yearly physical is coming up next month. I just got over my 2nd cold this season (after bragging that I didnt' get sick for two years, what goes around comes around.)

    WEATHER: Jan 2005 found me musing about the worst storm season in SoCal in years, announcing the death toll at 10 and hoping I'd be able to put the top down on the car at some point in the future!

     My blog is always filled with musings about SoCal storms during the winter. There seems to be more and more of them each year. Great opportunities for my "cloudscape" photos when the storms pass. (Check my Facebook timeline "wall" for some neat current cloudscpaes.) This past weekend was gloomy. However the weekend before that found me in Riverside taking photos of railroad trains. I do promise myself to take a Mini Vacation to the desert this spring to get photos of the wildflowers. Unseasonable rainfall makes for pretty flowers!

    ENTERTAINMENT: In Mar. 2005 I surmised that "watching TV" as an entertainment choice for me was passe, because with my Tivo DVR, Netflix DVD account, and Hi Def monitor, I chose exactly what I wanted to watch, and when!

    In 2013 I seem to be reading more than in a while, thanks to my Kindle Fire. Just finished one Stephen KIng book and am working on another. I did get lots of blu rays over the Christmas season, mainly classic films I already have on other formats. I cancelled three TV shows from my DVR schedule. No time to watch "procedurals" which just seem to waste time solving the same crimes with cookie cutter cops in the same requisite 47 minutes every week. I am excited about the new season of Smash, however. And I absolutely love Nashville.

    As soon as the sun comes out, I'm usually turning off the HDTV, grabbing the camera, and going out to take pictures.

    WEALTH: In Dec. 2009 I made a note to increase the number of dependents on my 2010 W4. I'd just bought my house and was living perhaps more frugally than at any time previous.

    I'm itching to relate my latest financial news, but don't want to jinx anything yet. Let's just say the light at the end of my debt tunnel is about to become pretty bright.

    LIVING AND HOUSING: July 2008 found me contemplating housing choices following the death of my friend and roommate Joel.

    Next month I'll have been at "my little house" for four years. This may be the year I build my enclosed porch! I'm thinking of putting up a fence around my back yard to keep the critters out! I had to spend over 500 bucks on a new heater fan in December. Home ownership is a bear, at times. (when something goes wrong that is) I'm spending more time at the clubhouse. I call the seating area on the stage (which I usually find empty except for me) my "third" living room. (The second one is my carport, where I have seating and tables set up) I stop my daily walk to spend about 45 minutes at the clubhouse reading. (When the weather gets better, I'll be spending that time next to the pool on a chaise lounge.)

    WRITING: Jan 2006 found me announcing my plans to write a short story called "The Copper Locket". I wrote that story about four years later.

    I began a fictional short story a month or so ago. The subject matter isn't "nice". (I'm reading too much Stephen King perhaps.) I'll be posting as soon as I finish, but don't really think of either FB or Xanga as story platforms anymore. (Funny about how blogging, for me and a select group of readers/correspondents anyway,) was always about writing. I never get that sense too much when visiting Xanga blogs nowadays. (with a few rare exceptions.)

    I might utilize the "timeline" feature on Facebook to "publish" chapters of my memoirs in the years the events happened. Also I'm planning of resurrecting my over a decade old personal website sometime this year. www.allthingsmike.com has pretty much been a "legacy" website for the past three years with no updates. That could change soon.

    TRANSPORTATION: I whined about my 10 year old car "falling apart" when I had to get a new water pump in Mar. 2010.

    My new car loves her shiny new "Moon" hubcaps. Next is the subwoofer/amplifier set for the stereo. I was looking at window tinting places in Boyle Heights a couple of weekends ago. Mitsubishi already wants to sell me a "new" new car. Heck, it seems I just got the Lancer yesterday. Actually, it's over a year old now!

    SOCIAL LIFE: In Jan. 2011, I had 5 different visitors over to my house in the course of one day! But I complained that I couldn't seem to meet any women who didn't smoke cigarettes.

    The social scene I initiated with "younger people" in their 20s-40s in 2011 didn't work out too well. I shall blog about it someday. I joined the social club at the park last month and attended one meeting so far. I plan on adding one of my special dishes to the next potluck. I figure if I can cook for one, I can cook for 10 or more. Just add bigger portions! As I age, I don't really care that much about socializing anyway. I would like to perhaps get in touch with my two siblings this year. Each time I've made advances in this area in the past I haven't been rewarded much. Neither Bro nor Sis ever seem to want to get in touch or keep in touch. I guess they have their own lives. I am planning on going to a dance with my ex gal Liz at the Reagan Library in March. A swing dance no less. Will have to practice those Lindy Hop moves!

    XANGA: In Dec. 2004 I was imploring people to leave comments on my latest ElectricPoetry post because I was afraid it would fall off the front page of my blog without having any comments. In Feb. 2006 I contemplated shutting down my writer's group "The Internet Island" because it wasn't as popular as I'd wanted it to be. June 2011 had me bowled over that one of my comments on somebody else's blog had received 5 recommendations!

    I guess these days it's great to get 10 comments on a post. I've been lax in "returning comments" but I don't really "socialize" on Xanga these days like I used to. Most of the blogs I seem to visit have a political or social "point of view" or people simply post stuff they found on the internet. I never can seem to comment about other stuff. If someone is creative, then they can post their own stuff. But everyone isn't creative, and some people like to post every day. Well, as I stated earlier, I "hung around" with writers and ran a writer's group almost a decade ago. I still pretty much use Xanga for the same exact things I used it for in 2004, 2005, etc. etc. etc.

    Xanga may have "changed' but I haven't.  Just not a lot of time in my life at present to "catch up" with the folks who leave me comments. (I actually do pretty good, but I'm not "perfect". Who is?) Some of these  "catch ups" aren't appreciated anyway. One blogger recently replied that "I didn't know how to comment" cause I read multiple entries and summed up each one (datestamped of course) in a long letter/comment I posted on their current entry.

    Frankly, I'm going to do what I'm going to do. As I've been doing, and will continue, till the life force is sucked from this aging but still vibrant body and I'm allowed entry, along with all humankind into the soul filled Universal Existence of which I've been writing for over a decade.

    Until next blog, News and Notes is closed for the month!

    happy Posted: January 29, 2013 6:30 AM

Thursday, 24 January 2013

  • Self Portrait in Ink (new!)

    Last night, (even though I was still pretty sick from the SECOND cold I've caught this season, my nose looks like Rudolph's) I took a series of photos of myself dressed up in my "button hat" to replicate a photo I found from an old (1987) VHS videotape of me in my "button man" uniform, in which I used to dress when "clubbing" with my late friend Tom back in the late 70s, early 80s in Hollyweird. (We frequented Rockabilly music venues, a frenzied form of early 50s rock and roll music popularized in the 70s and 80s by groups and artists like Rockpile, The Stray Cats, James Inveldt, and Robert Gordon. 

    Here is the grainy image from the 1987 tape. I still had my red velvet jacket then. After posting the photos on my Facebook page (I'm starting to actually "use" FB for non Xanga posts, so you can "friend" me there if you like.) I got a lot of positive feedback. So I figured I'd post the selection here on Xanga as well.

    I always followed the beat of my own drummer when it came to dressing up and going out you have to understand. (I wish I had some photos of Tom in HIS getup. He weighed over 300 pounds and towered above me at over 6'6". I think his was a TWENTY gallon hat!) Nobody who encountered us forgot who we were. That's for sure.

    Here I can be seen standing beside a self portrait, in pencil, I drew from a photograph back in 1983. Tonight I decided, right before bedtime (which is coming right up) to try my "hand" (the one which tends to go to sleep when I use it because of nerve damage) at creating another self portrait.

    This only took about 20 minutes to draw. It's in ink, which is a lot less forgiving than pencil, since it can't be erased.

    I won't say it's perfect. But I'm exercising my artistic tendencies these days (all of them) during this "my year" of 2013. (The hat should be larger.)Oh well, off to bed. G'night Xanga. My "diet" of cough medicine and acetaminophen seems to have chased this cold away. (Hey, at least it's not the flu.) So it's off to work in the morning.

    Posted: January 23, 2013 8:54 PM

A Short History of AllThingsMike

t">I've always claimed to have lived a charmed life, which illustrates my tendency to be optimistic in the face of tragedy. I grew up during a rather turbulent time from a historical perspective, and since 1999 I've been attempting to make sense of it all on this website. My "electronic experiment in art" is always expanding, to chart the course of this life, and the lives of my fellow humans trapped like me in a reality they never dreamed up or asked for.

My actual "life" began in 1953, but the website, while it would attempt to chart that life, would really only start to chart the current, or "electronic life" when it became active on my birthday, May 1, in the year 1999. It all started when I hit the age of 46, and developed an interest in the power of the computer to bring people together over the internet. I wanted to document my words, my art, my musings, and felt that the promise of the internet to enhance and stimulate creativity and the desire to create would eventually bring my art and musings to the masses, and in return, help my to find the muse which would stimulate all my misdirected energy into a "webpresence". My original overblown intentions were to archive my "complete works", poems and prose dating back over thirty years. In addition, I wanted to present "art" created with imaging programs and display my "video" movies.

The poetry never completely got transcribed, but the attempt ongoing. In 2004, I began the second incarnation of the ElectricPoetry website, and have transcribed a good many of my nearly 1000 pieces of poetry written from 1967 to the present. Since I maintain this massive undertaking myself, I sometimes get behind in updating. From 2007 to the present, most of the updates have been not to the main sections of the website, but to this very blog, WhenWordsCollide. Latest poems can always be found in the ElectricPoetry tag on the blog.

I was too far ahead of the curve with the video yearnings. The digital videocamera I purchased was in 1999. It was ancient by digital standards and didn't even input digitally to the computer. I got it before firewire and USB. There have been two video cameras since then, and now, still behind, I don't have HD or 3D capabilities. The 2nd videocamera had a digital still picture function. This feature fueled my love of photography as well as videomaking. Photography is featured on my Webshots Gallery, and is always being updated. My "MikeVideo Internet Movies" and "Video Blog" can be found on my YouTube "channel". and in the MikeVideo section of this website. The most current updates can be found in the MikeVideo tag on my blog.

I keep paying for the privilege of keeping this site up and running, however, and every year there are more promises to myself to add some more content. When I began the present introduction, it was late 2003. Now it's nearly another decade later, and more attempts are abrew to chronicle, to journal, to wax poetic and to philosophize. I vow that I will keep Allthingsmike online until I physically pass from this existence, and by then, I truly hope there is some way I can keep my digital universe online as a legacy of my existence forever.

Besides my artistic propensities, I have always been known to prophesize the Universal Truths which take root in the Universal Mind. On my standalone blogsite "The Universal Blog" (linked to at the left) and in the Universal Blog tag on WhenWordsCollide, I post spiritual essays detailing my philosophies about life, death, and the hereafter.

I am continually revisitng, reworking, and revising, yet again, my massive "electronic experiment in art." If there are broken links, I vow to fix them. If there is a purpose, I vow to soon let myself know what it is. If I somehow, I ever miraculously gain the readership I crave, and if I somehow start writing like I have vowed in the past, then perhaps I shall find fulfillment. If you, dear reader, feel like you want to journey with me, to the past forms, the present musings, and the future of AllThingsMike, then click one of the links which illustrate my journey, and come with me.

MFN,poet,philosopher,fool 12.27.03 (perpetually updated, most recently 08.03.12)

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    • Name: Michael F. Nyiri
    • Location: Los Angeles, California, United States
    • Birthday: 5/1/1953
    • Gender: Male
    • Member Since: 5/31/2004
    • True Lifetime

About Me

  • I'm a writer and this is my notepad. I've been writing since I was fourteen. I wrote my first novel during freshman year in HS. I was the editor of my high school newspaper and studied journalism in the 70s. Since 2000, I 've been slowly but surely transcribing 750+ poems to my ElectricPoetry website. I frequently write essays, articles, and reminiscences about my life. These I'm collecting on my website, www.allthingsmike.com. I've been in love with movies all my life, and minored in film history at USC from 71-74. I have over 1000 films on video. I've had a love affair with photography since youth, I purchased a Sony digital camera, then in 2007 got a 7.2 megapixel still camera.. I have over 8000 photos stored in my Webshots Gallery. Links to my online universe can be found in the Allthingsmike Universe module below. I am on a quest to understand life and elucidate mankind about my findings. I exist on a special plane somewhere between art and aging, reticent to give up my youth
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Last week I was discussing my financial burden with our controller at work. I mentioned that I didn't think when my website subscription came due in about a month, I probably would not be able to afford it, and would probably have to shut it down (It wouldn't disappear, now mind you. I have the whole thing stored on two different hard drives.) I told her I'd created a Paypal widget to install on my blog but I was too chicken to ask for funds. But then I figured, you know, since I've been asked repeatedly over the years, why aren't you published? My answer is always that I am, right here on allthingsmike and the blog. Ad free to the reader, as long as it's paid for. Well, I don't want to go through the hurdles of self publication on the internet. I already have thousands of high quality essays, short stories, novels, and all my poems chronologically arranged for my readers. If anyone reading this has "read me like a book" throughout the last 13 years (!) and you'd like to contribute, then thank you so much. I'll take anything I can get to keep the website alive. I wont' beg. I'll leave it up to my readership. But please, no apologies. No expectations. No worries. I cross all my bridges when I come up to them, not before, when the outcome is uncertain. Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool 8/3/12

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The AllThingsMike Universe

35 years of verse. Come and Read Me Like a Book

Unlock the Secrets of the Universal Mind

Check out the MikeVideo Internet Movies streaming from YouTube

Join me on the Internet Island, a paradise of tolerance and understanding.

The links in this section point to pertinent websites in the AllThingsMike Universe. Almost all of the content featured on "WhenWordsCollide" is either already featured on, or being added to, the AllthingsMike website. If you see a photo you like, chances are there are more in the Webshots Gallery. I'm adding all my Poetry to the ElectricPoetry site, and there is always a movie to watch on the AllThingsMike main page.

My Webshots Gallery

ElectricPoetry Site

Message from the Webmaster

The Universal Mind Blog

The Betty Boop Pages

The Electric Movies Blog Diary

Robots

"WhenWordsCollide" Index.

The index below contains links to a variety of WhenWordsCollide entries, and is separated into easy sections, for rapid connections to any of a number of articles and posts that have been featured on WhenWordsCollide. PhotoPosts, ElectricPoetry Posts, Serialized Novels and Reminiscences, Poetry Presentations, News and Opinion and miscellaneous articles are given their own sections, so you can easily find any chapter or topic entry, including those for Socrate's Cafe and Featured Grownups rings. Internet Island entries are linked above in the Internet Island section.


Photoposts:

Small Town America 1 7/29/04
"Before Sunset" Photopost 12/1/04
Gumby 12/6/04

Artistic Photopost 1/03/05
Monochrome Photopost 1/22/05

Cats Can't Pose 3/16/05
Long Beach 3/24/05
Hollywood Blvd. 3/29/05
"Welcome Home: This is where I 'hang out'" 4/04/05
Evergreen Cemetery 4/04/05
March Field Aircraft Museum 4/13/05
Orange Empire Railway Museum 4/21/05
Long Beach 4/29/05
Renaissance Faire 5/06/05
Jacarandas in bloom 5/13/05
Looking at Art at the Getty 5/31/05
Gardens at the Getty 6/05/05
East L.A. 6/17/05
Reflections 6/26/05
You Can Never Go Home Again 7/11/05
Catalina 1 7/18/05
Catalina 2 7/27/05
Long Beach Aquarium 8/06/05
Slumming on the Subway 1 8/22/05
Slumming on the Subway 2 9/09/05
L.A. County Fair 9/20/05
L.A. and cloud photos 10/06/05
Wayfarer's Chapel 10/19/05

Movieland Wax Museum 10/25/05
Small Town Los Angeles 11/14/05
DooDah Parade 11/21/05
Betty Boop Museum 12/01/05
Christmas PhotoPost 12/15/05
Los Angeles Cathedral 12/26/05
The Year In Pictures 1/04/06
March Field 1/29/06
Pacific Coast Highway 1 2/14/06
Universal City 2/26/06
Pacific Coast Highway 2 3/08/06
Pacific Coast Highway 3 3/31/06
Potpourii PhotoPost 4/26/06


News and Opinion Entries:

Pocket Bikes Get In the Way 7/13/04
History: an "essay" 2/19/05
Kitty Cat Hunting 4/14/05

Freeway of Death 5/03/05
Michael and Phil Trials 5/25/05
Molly Ringwald in 16 Candles sequel 6/08/05
Personal and Universal Response to Tragedy 7/09/05
Who Is the Enemy? 8/18/05
Pat Rambo 8/25/05
Depression Questionnaire 9/12/05
Taking Time vs. Making Time 11/15/05
Oscar Picks 2005 1/31/06
Serial Televison: "The Sopranos" 3/11/06

Art:
Yes, But is it Art? 10/03/04
Yes, But is it Art? composites 3/19/05
Betty Boop Composites 6/11/05
TV Guidebook Parody Art project 7/21/05
"Pencil Drawing of Terry Cuthbert" 7/14/05
Yes, But Is It Art? composites 9/15/05


MiscellaneousEnties:
(Video links have been disabled)
Another Chance to Rejoice 6/19/04
Friendship 8/4/04
Buddy Holly 2/03/05
Tempest music video 2/09/05
Virtual Pantherama Yearbook 3/15/05
"What the Bleep Do We Know" review 3/22/05
The Writing Process 4/19/05
"'Renaissance Day' Video" 4/23/05
"20 Favorite Movies of All Time" 4/27/05
My Favorite Books 6/02/05
A Cautionary Tale 6/10/05
Terry Cuthbert Tribute Post 7/31/05
Why do You Blog questions 8/03/05
Why do You Blog answers 8/17/05
Group Therapy Gone Bad 8/27/05
Interview with MIke 9/15/05
Unfinished Business 9/26/05
BlogTag: Favorite Songs 10/10/05
Computer Upgrade 12/03/05
John Lennon Tribute 12/08/05
Plumbing Update 12/17/05
Christmas Greetings 12/21/05
Mike's Christmas Story 12/23/05
BlogTag: Ideal Partner 3/05/06

From AllThingsMike
NEW MikeVideo Section 11/14/04
Universal Blog redesigned 12/20/04
"A Short History of the Web" 4/11/05
TeeVee (a cultural history) 6/21/05
The Next 30 Years 6/30/05
Cultural Blender history 11/27/05
Asimo Robot Plays Vegas 1/06/06
ElectricPoetry Diary Part I 2/16/06
ElectricPoetry Diary Part 2 3/07/06
AllThingsMike updates/history 3/27/06

MikeVideo
" Arbitrimage Dreams" 12/27/05
"Betty Boop Dreams" 1/14/06
"Doo Dah" 1/21/05
"Pacific Coast Highway Slideshow" 4/16/06

Mike's Video Blog
Videoblog #1: "Pacific Coast Highway" 2/18/06
Videoblog #2 "TV Themes" 3/19/06
Videoblog #3 "Welcome to Albequerque" 4/28/06


Presentation Poetry Posts

The Saddest Poem 7/19/04
Empty Beer Cans 8/1/04
Cancerboy Diaries 8/31/04
Tragedy 9/11/04
Raining In Depression 3/05/05
The Outline for Existence 4/05/05
Decades 4/12/05
A Poetical Journey 4/17/05
Mother's Day Prayer 5/08/05
Beerways 7/13/05
The Cycle of Abuse 7/28/05
Tragedy and List of Names 9/11/05
Cancerboy Diaries 11/02/05
"It's Elemental"
11/25/05


ElectricPoetry Posts

ElectricPoetry Links 2004 11/19/2004
First "Cathy Poems" entry 12/13/04
"No Stroke of Luck" poem 3/9/05
Poems from 1973 3/13/05
Pat Poems 3/25/05
"Birthday Poems" 4/30/05
Cathy Poems 1978 5/10/05
"Poetry Volumes Introductions 1" 5/24/05
Quiet Desperation 6/14/05
21st Century Poems 6/23/05
ElectricPoetry 1984 7/20/05
Lighter Poems 8/10/05
Cathy Poems 1978 8/20/05
Liz Poems 9/10/05
Mom and Dad Tribute Poems 9/17/05
Poems from 1972 and 1973 9/30/05
Cathy Poems 1978 10/15/05
"Regina Poems" 11/07/05
Poetry of 2005 11/16/05
Thanksgiving Poems 11/23/05
Early Pieces 12/09/05
Christmas Poetry 12/25/05
Poems for the New Year 12/31/05
Poems of Depression 1/24/06
Valentine's Poetry 2/09/06
New Eighties transcriptions 3/02/06
Lonliness 3/24/06
Poetry Volumes Introductions 2 4/05/06
Spontaneous Poetry 4/22/06


Short Stories

A Dark and Stormy Night 2/05/05
My First Prom (at 24) 6/03/05


Serialized Novels and Reminiscences

The Books of the Realizations
Book of the First Realization
Book of the Second Realization

Book of the Third Realization
Book of the Fourth Realization
Book of the Fifth Realization

My Sexual History
Chapter 1: Then the Boy Pees into the Girl"
Chapter 2: The Very First Kiss
Chapter 3: High School Daze
Chapter 4: Stag Films and Frat Parties
Chapter 5: Whoreticulture
Chapter 6: Meeting Ruth:The Sexual Goddess
Chapter 7: Red Headed Wretchedness

Chapter 8: The Second Love of My Life
Chapter 9: "Opposites Attract: The 38 and the 18 year old"

Goin' Crazy
"Goin'Crazy" an autobiograhpical novel Part 1
." 5/18/05
"Goin'Crazy" an autobiograhpical novel Part 2." 5/28/05
"Goin'Crazy" an autobiograhpical novel Part 3." 7/08/05
"Goin'Crazy" an autobiographical novel Part 4" 8/01/05

"Nantucket Diary" 6/16/05

My Left Hip: Operations series 8/08/05

"A Weekend With Bruce the Nudist" 4/20/06

The Frat House
The Frat House: Life With Bob Part 1 11/19/05
The Frat House: Life With Bob Part 2 1/08/06

"Dear Misanthrope: My Life With Pat
1. "Merry Christmas and Hello"
2. "2 Adults, 2 Kids, 2 Bedroom Apartment, 2 Close For Comfort"
3. "Away From the Gangs Part 1: The First House"

Childhood in Los Angeles
Chapters 1-4 8/13/05
Chapters 5-7 10/29/05


Grownups with Featured Content Entries:
My Hometown 8/28/05
15 Times in 40 Years i 8/30/05
El Monte Drive In: Hometown 3 8/31/05
Hometown Poetry 9/01/05
15 Times in 40 Years ii 9/02/05
Tales of the 80s 10/07/05
My Worst Experience 10/22/05
"Thansgiving Poetry" 11/23/05
"What has Caused Biggest Impact" 1/26/06


Socrates Cafe Entries
Collection of Questions 10/17/05
"Spirit and Nature of Beauty" 10/21/05
"What is Love" 10/27/05
"Would We Still Have Prejudice" 11/01/05
"What is Art"
11/08/05
"What is Morality"
11/18/05
"Thansgiving Poetry" 11/23/05
"What is Enlightenment & Happiness 11/28/05
Why Do You Blog 12/12/05
Topics 19-21 12/30/05
"Reason for Existence" 1/12/06
"War, Religion, Politics" 2/28/06
"Perception is Reality" 3/29/06


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Video Blog #8: Silver Lake Steps

4/29/08: A hike around Silver Lake, CA on the historical public staircases, including The Music Box steps, made famous in the 1932 Laurel and Hardy short, "The Music Box."

Video Blog #7: Peninsula Dreams

7/1/07: Mike takes the viewer on an early morning trip around the Palos Verdes Peninsula. Shot July 1, 2007. Included are the San Vincente Point and Point Fermin lighthouses.

Video Blog #6.1: Almost Homeless Part 1

4/29/07: After a terrible winter suffering through a new landlord's "renovations", Mike gets evicted.

Video Blog #6.2: Almost Homeless Part 2

5/05/07: About to be evicted, Mike continues his cleaning project, and then Malcolm the cat shows up.

Video Blog #6.3: Almost Homeless Part 3

5/13/07: The third episode of Almost Homeless finds Mike finishing his whirlwind spring cleaning when the owner shows up.

Video Blog #5: My Computer History

2/9/07: Mike answers his own blogring's Topic question with a video blog entry, where he speed talks through the history of his computer jones.

Video Blog #4: Bloggin' at Malaga Cove

7/13/06: A trip around the Palos Verdes Peninsula, with rambling commentary from Mike.

Video Blog #3: Welcome to Albuquerque 

4/27/06: A MikeVideo "Travelblogue". Utiliing footage originally shot in N.M. in 2000 and assembled for the first time here. Includes the new "main title sequence" for the Video Blogs.

Video Blog #2: TV Themes

3/18/06: Mike performs a few old 60s TV themes a capella for the second edition of Mike's Video Blog.

VideoBlog #1: Pacific Coast Highway

2/18/06: The first "Mike's VideoBlog" is a trip along PCH, Visits to Lake Marchado and Banning Residence Museum.

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  • baldmike2004
    @lhlegz - Dear Linda, This is such sad news. I tried to connect with Evan a few years ago through KUZZ station email, but got no response. Thank you so much for letting me know. I believe it was just last year or the year previous that Steve Buck passed away. Do you or Chris have Facebook or other s
  • lhlegz
    Mike: I thought you might want to know: Evan Bridwell has passed away. He was the long-time station manager of KUZZ-AM in Bakersfield, but about a year ago, there was a press release that he had "retired." He used to keep in touch with my brother Chris, and we tried reaching out to him to
    • Posted 9/10/2012 8:19 AM
    • by lhlegz
  • epiginoskete
    Your "I Can Haz Baldmike" Plug was so good I just had to click on it. Well played.
  • imTHEmeowMIXcat
    Good bye, Sir. :)
  • DonnaLou
    Hey, Mike, I got alerted to this post via Daily Digest e-mail. Didn't see an option from commenting. Woule you be posting these to Webshots? I think I saw a reference to FB, so I may check your page there. ~~Blessings 'n Cheers
  • StormyMuse
    Just checking in to see how you are..... Miss talking to you! Hope all is well with you.... come back soon.