I’m gonna do something different and take the high road when it comes to Barry Bonds breaking Hank Aaron’s all-time 755 homeruns. Having made my peace that it’s going to happen within the next few days, when that moment finally comes I’m going to shut the hell up, acknowledge it for the lifetime achievement it …
Following up on my post last Friday about the excellent phone interview I had for a job I applied for, I had a phone call today with the company’s HR person and from that a person-to-person meeting has been set up in West L.A. for Wednesday morning with the company’s president. Nice.
When the lightbulb goes off in my head, it doesn’t have to be a thousand-watt blaze o’ glory. In this case the idea of capturing via timelapse the opening of one of the neighbor’s San Pedro cactus blossoms that I’ve been fascinated by of late was more like the equivalent of a tea candle flaming …
In my inbox this a.m. was the following urgentspam call to action regarding my “G MAI L” account (click to doublify): Yeah, as soon as I stop pffft’ing and snickering I’ll get right on that.
Before whatever critter it is that comes and dines on it, I finally succeeded in capturing a bloom in full of what I believe is commonly called the San Pedro cactus growing just over the fence in our neighbor’s backyard (click images to triplify):  Before • 6:34 p.m.  After • 9:23 p.m.
Last night’s Ride-ARC “Tourismo!!” ride was a long labor of love. All in I tallied about 35 circuitous miles from start to finish, which occured at 2:45 in the a.m. with me almost desperately hungry enough to tack on a couple more miles there and back to Tommy’s for some double-cheese-extra-pickles sustenance. But my fatigue …
During a brief afternoon game of wallball with Ranger, she snatched the rebounding sphere out of the air thus effectively ending whatever streak I was on and ended up by the south side gate where she immediately set to growling through the wooden slats — ball still firmly in mouth — at something on the …