Beautiful day, but since I got my swim in this morning, I’m inside trying to be good.  Trying to be disciplined.  Trying to be professional.  But no one I’m trying to reach is reachable.  No one’s returned my calls since yesterday morning.  I think it’s a conspiracy.  They’re going to bury me in a deluge of voice- and e-mail tomorrow morning while BorgHealth has me strapped to the table for the ‘scoping.   What a way to end the week.

Twenty-one of Cal’s 27 intercollegiate programs earned a postseason berth in 2006-07, with nine teams finishing among the country’s Top 10 – men’s water polo (1st), rugby (1st), women’s swimming & diving (3rd), women’s tennis (3rd), men’s crew (5th), women’s crew (7th), men’s gymnastics (7th), men’s swimming & diving (8th) and women’s outdoor track & field (8th).

Go Bears!

So many good quotes ripe to be taken out of context, especially since the article is about a frivolous and silly piece of grandstanding.  The hubbub?  Somehow giving free corporate-sponsor hats to young baseball fans during Pride will turn the kids to a lifestyle of sin and shame.

Here we go.

“We’re going to be wearing ball caps and jerseys. That’s the extent of the lifestyle they will be seeing,” Pride Executive Director Ron deHarte said. 

No pants?

“We’re in the business of selling tickets,” [an unnamed Padres spokesman] said. “We’re an inclusive organization because we have to be. We have 81 home games.”

Nice to see the true source of that open and inclusive feeling.

And finally, just a summary from the reporter rather than a quote, but still interesting:

A Padres spokesman said the team welcomes all fans – gay, religious, butcher, baker or candlestick maker – in the name of boosting attendance. The team hosts more than 5,000 groups for special events each season. Others in recent memory: Harley-Davidson Night and Bowling League Night. 

Just curious how many candlestick makers they’ve found in metro San Diego.

The various stuffed animals around here didn’t keep up on the mail and filing during the roadtrip, so I’ve been a busy little beaver since Monday morning knocking back the accumulated bits and bytes of data.  Professional phone tag at its finest, with a bit of briefing thrown in for kicks and grins.  Made it to court at some ungawdly hour this morning, but unfortunately the opposing party didn’t so we get to try again in a few weeks.  C’est la vie. 

A break was needed.
The Business of Law tried to
block, but it failed life won out.

The One Oh One took
us north to the Central Coast.
Peace and quiet there.

Beaches and sand dunes.
Charred flesh at the Farmer’s
Market.  Gum Wall, ew.

Cold water, lousy
surf, sand between the toes, and
our lil friend, Crabby!

Feeling better now.
Kinda zennish, or maybe
just unwound a bit.

I might be home but the vacation’s not over.  Luau tonight.  In the meantime I’ve started posting photos from the Central Coast.

Been on the road since Wednesday, and currently enjoying California’s central coast region. Back soon, or maybe not.
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How to make a sucky afternoon entertaining?  The Robot Chicken Star Wars Special.  Be sure to stay for the whole episode.

Still frustrated that I’m here instead of hundreds of miles up the coast, but the day started off right with a little Dawn Patrol surfing in Carlsbad.  Spent the rest of the morning dealing with people who blew me off last Friday, thinking they’d get a week’s reprieve due to my vacation.  Then I was fortunate enough to extend the billable shoulder to cry on when a client got sued.  Ya see, I do have a soul.  Or at least I know where to find it when it counts.  People shoudn’t be f’ing with my vacation.

Just read an article in the Sunday Times’ Business section about use of plastic, by 20-somethings.  It was in the print edition, so no link, but the article itself isn’t the point.  And yes, we get the New York Times dropped on my doorstep every Sunday morning for a nominal charge; it helps us forget about the tragedy that is San Diego’s local media.  But back to the point – the author cited ain industry stat that 70% of 20-somethings had debit cards.  Fine, great, but that leads to my question: how are 30% of the 20-somethings out there surviving without debit cards?