If you’ve read this blog for any length you know I get a kick out of digging things up out of the backyard, which is a steady supplier of stuff — most of it as worthless as it is intriguing. Be it marbles, figurines, opossum jawbones, World War II era German army helmets, whiskey bottles …
Lawd knows I don’t spare the rod when it comes to ranting about the level of craptasticity I encounter among drivers from the saddle of my bike. I have the same reaction when I’m impeded by lane-hogging joggers and walkers I’ve met both on the L.A. River Bikeway and much closer to home on the …
Occasionally I’ll scroll back through the time machine that is my photo archive and in this case I ended up all the way back to early 2004 before slingshotting back forward to the summer of 2005 and our Africa trip, in particular this shot taken on our last morning in Zanzibar when I waded out …
Snap of the storm breaking up over LAXÂ and the Palos Verdes Peninsula as seen from my office window yesterday at 11:42 a.m. (click to quadruplicate).
I’m not going to do much explaining here largely because I am still too blown away to translate my feelings. In my inbox yesterday was a note with the subject line “Response To Review” that read as follows: Dear Will Campbell . . . I’ve just read you most interesting comments on your website, in …
It was simple: Wherever I had to stop my bike during my ride home from work last night I pulled out the cam and snapped a pic, occasionally two. Sometimes I tried to find something even moderately compelling, sometimes I just pointed and shot and moved on. Viewable here.
The proof of my idiocy wound, 24 hours later (don’t click it if your squeamish at seeing it this size): As I told Susan the night of the injury: if I can’t operate a simple pocket knife safely how can I ever be trusted around a blender. Or a baseball bat. Sigh.