Fever and Phlegm: A Special Thanksgiving Story
Spent the holiday trying to get over some kinduva respiratory thing that kept me from the extended family shindig in Las Vegas. Nurse Diego and his crack aquatic convalescence staff took made me get up and eat periodically, and the magic of Facetime made it almost like I was there enjoying the tryptofan.
Did have a minor revelatory breakthough re: Facebook though. I’ve spent too much time on their site lately, and not enough on my own. I got cut off cold Turkey sometime Thanksgiving morning though, for “security reasons” that they won’t or can’t explain. My identity needs to be verified, and I guess their verifiers are out stuffing their faces. The revelation to me though was a cold, hard reminder that I’m not their customer, I’m just the product they sell to advertisers. As convenient as that site is, I think it’s time for a new look at what content I post there versus what I post on my own domain.
You know that point in the horror movie where the person (or dismembered body parts) you thought was dead slowly starts moving? Well, consider this that moment for Howling Point. Not dead yet, no matter what we’ve looked like the last couple of months. Happy Halloween.
The Good and the Scary of Modern Shopping
Been having some problems with my GoPro since my last trip to the Central Coast a couple of weeks ago. Nothing against the GoPro – Santa chose very, very well and I’ve been very happy with it, but it needs a little work that should be covered under the warranty. No problem, except that it was a Christmas gift, and I’m not sure I ever had the purchase receipt. Regardless, eight months later I certainly couldn’t find it.
Enter the magic of modern shopping. We swing by the CostCo customer service desk last night and ask how long they have records of our purchases. The gentleman didn’t have an exact time frame, but said that it was a long time, and was certain they still had Christmas season purchase information available. So he swiped my membership card, asked which purchase we were looking for, and was able to print it out a new receipt (technically a ‘Sales Audit – Transaction Detail’) in less than three minutes.
The good: how cool, replacement receipts eight months post-purchase.
The scary: OMG they know everything I’ve bought for years.
Randy and I went to La Jolla Cove this afternoon to shoot his annual welcome back video for this year’s class. Normally I wouldn’t bother posting those here, but we got so many great shots with the seal and fish that I had to share it here. The
seal sea lion in particular just parked in front of me at a distance of 4-6 feet for nearly two minutes. I may recut the footage without the welcome back bits later, but for now, just sharing some work that I’m proud of and you might enjoy.
Comic-Con has come and gone. I didn’t shoot much with the Canon, but took some GoPro video that I will hopefully have a chance to go through and edit into something pretty in the near future.
I’d like to say I’ll be able to slow down and catch up once Randy goes back to school next month, but business is being good to me at the moment, and I need to bill the hours before they see me and run away like startled deer.
At least I’ve been swimming more regularly, and the weather’s been perfect for tanning when one of the joints is saying no to swimming, so at least it looks like I’ve been having a fun summer.
Celebrating Ten Years (and a Bit)
I think the best part about this news is that I completely forgot about this particular anniversary – Tuesday was the tenth anniversary of my prostate cancer diagnosis. Still alive. Cancer free.
… [A]ll men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
Those words, beautiful every year, sound just a little bit better this year. Will be spending Independence Day celebrating with my now federally-recognized husband by burning the flesh of animals, drinking fermented substances, and finally, protecting our puppy from the noises of our pyromaniac neighbors.
June is celebration month.
Haven’t been here much. I’ve been elsewhere, celebrating Randy’s birthday, our fifth wedding anniversary, the end of the school year, and the Supreme Court rulings on Proposition 8 and DOMA. That last one is the big one: our marriage is finally a full-size federally recognized marriage. I was seriously thinking of getting that slogan turned into a logo for a tramp-stamp tattoo between martinis on Wednesday. It would’ve been something along the lines of a FDA Prime Beef sticker, but more obnoxious. Alas, it didn’t come to pass. Another opportunity missed.
In case you missed it though, here’s another sunrise you probably slept through, this time at Santa Cruz.
Too much of a good thing is kind of a Southern California summer tradition. Unfortunately this summer choices will have to be made: someone scheduled the San Clemente Ocean Festival on Comic-Con weekend. Maybe I can find an Aquaman on Thursday or Friday who would like to watch the dory races with me on Saturday morning.
Looking At The Future Again
Spent the morning interviewing scholarship applicants for a Leadership Award given by the Cal Alumni. The future of the Golden State is skinny, soft-spoken, and two-thirds of the time had trouble answering the questions posed. Two-thirds of the kids in front of me seemed to prefer to try and insert scripted sound bites or neutral blather rather than focus on the actual words of the question. I’ll take the session to mean that some have spent too much time looking at the current political leadership, and not enough thinking about how they might be able get things done themselves. Fortunately one-third was different though. There may be hope yet.