My dad's family on the paternal side moved to California from Indiana in the 1880's following a failed apple harvest. They decided they had had enough.
Along with four other families, they packed it up and headed west, eventually arriving in Los Olivos, which is still a tiny town, inland a bit from Santa Barbara and just over an hour from where I now live.
My dad grew up in this house, minus the Saab and Home Depot boxes:
He had six brothers and sisters, so along with his aunts and uncles and cousins, they made up most of the population of the town. Dad's father ran the garage. His uncle ran one store and his aunt another. Another uncle owned the movie theater. It was like Mayberry, California style.
After coming back from the war (that would be WWII, Europe, where he was an Army Master Sergeant), he married my mom and they moved a couple blocks away to:
The famous tin-roofed house where they couldn't hear themselves talk when it was raining.
As I was looking for a place to have lunch, I saw a poster for a book signing for Images of Los Olivos, this little historical book, mostly photos, from the town's past.
I bought a couple copies and giggled as I ate my pizza, looking at photos of my dad's grandparents from 1912. It felt like someone had handed me the best present ever, like I had gotten back something I didn't even know I was missing.
15 March 2008
14 March 2008
Country roads take me home
11 March 2008
Waterboard me, baby
Tonight I sniffed my very wet swimsuit to see if it was still chlorine-y from the disgusting pool at my gym. I got a nosefull of water (duh) and a moment of panic, and then I realized how terrifying waterboarding must be.
I'm not going to describe it but you can find plenty of stuff online.
I was an Amnesty International USA member and group leader for years.
I wrote hundreds of letters to try and get political prisoners released or granted their basic human rights. The success of my group was remarkable. Thanks to the help of our then-congressman, Leon Panetta, five of the cases we worked on were released from prison in short order. It helps to have the Chairman of the House Budget Committee working on your behalf.
I also wrote bales of letters to beg dictators to stop torturing people. I was always SO PROUD that I lived in the U.S., a country that did not believe in torture.
Therefore, I find it an especially bitter irony that my own government is torturing. Not coercively interrogating, as the Associated Press has been calling it lately. Torturing.
Torturing. For what? To stay safe? From who? Dictators and evil people...people who do evil things...like torture?
I'm not going to describe it but you can find plenty of stuff online.
I was an Amnesty International USA member and group leader for years.
I wrote hundreds of letters to try and get political prisoners released or granted their basic human rights. The success of my group was remarkable. Thanks to the help of our then-congressman, Leon Panetta, five of the cases we worked on were released from prison in short order. It helps to have the Chairman of the House Budget Committee working on your behalf.
I also wrote bales of letters to beg dictators to stop torturing people. I was always SO PROUD that I lived in the U.S., a country that did not believe in torture.
Therefore, I find it an especially bitter irony that my own government is torturing. Not coercively interrogating, as the Associated Press has been calling it lately. Torturing.
Torturing. For what? To stay safe? From who? Dictators and evil people...people who do evil things...like torture?
10 March 2008
Unholy Trinities
Of Personal Appearance
Of Retail Experience
Of Commuting
What's YOUR unholy trinity?
- Allergies (Sinus Headache/Dark Eye Circles/Bloodshot Eyes)
- Flat Hair from dry weather
- PMS
Of Retail Experience
- Returns Counter at Kohl's
- Clerk who has to answer long, complex questions on the phone AND help everyone in line
- Someone taking a long, smelly dump in the adjacent bathroom WITH the door open
Of Commuting
- The dude who can see traffic can't go any faster but zooms up at 90 mph anyway and sits there 2 inches from the car in front of him
- The morning sun beaming RIGHT at eye level
- $3.45 a gallon gas
What's YOUR unholy trinity?
09 March 2008
Afternoon at the Getty
Three friends and I spent the afternoon at the Getty Museum, high atop a hill overlooking most of Los Angeles.
It was my first trip there, and it was a perfect day for it. Warm and lovely weather had couples making out on the lawn and beautiful people were strolling about in skimpy clothes.
We visited one photography exhibit, then went outside to enjoy the day.
The azalea labyrinth was in full bloom. Amazing. Crazy. Gorgeous. Perfect for Los Angeles.
We found some chairs under these crazy rebar trellises and sat in the shade, then went up to the plaza for coffee and a cookie. This is my idea of a rough day at the museum.
Afterward we went to Westwood for NY style pizza AND falafel (not at the same place LOL). Man, I love art.
It was my first trip there, and it was a perfect day for it. Warm and lovely weather had couples making out on the lawn and beautiful people were strolling about in skimpy clothes.
We visited one photography exhibit, then went outside to enjoy the day.
The azalea labyrinth was in full bloom. Amazing. Crazy. Gorgeous. Perfect for Los Angeles.
We found some chairs under these crazy rebar trellises and sat in the shade, then went up to the plaza for coffee and a cookie. This is my idea of a rough day at the museum.
Afterward we went to Westwood for NY style pizza AND falafel (not at the same place LOL). Man, I love art.
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