Standing at the entrance of the Bay for 150 years, Fort Point is a great example of military architecture, of a design made obsolete by advances in artillery and ordnance. The masonry, shape of the fort and its surroundings all contribute to a pretty singular experience, and make Fort Point a great place to practice with a camera.
In fact, it seems almost impossible to take a bad shot.
Continue reading “Walking Fort Point and its seven feet deep walls”
A friend of mine, who posts elsewhere, posted about this. Her username is effervescent and she lives up to it. Her post was about Yoga, but I’m stealing the kitty bits. The original post was centered around quitting smoking and coping methods. Yes, I’m a quitter and proud of it. Actually, Lastech and I are both quitters. She gets full credit though for this post though. I must add that the first LOL pic is also from the quitters section. I don’t know if it was made for our group or not. No matter, it’s quite wonderful and I love it. If or when, I know for sure, I’ll update to give credit where it is due.
I am working my way back to director/writer Alejandro Amenabar’s earlier works, and “Thesis” is his feature debut. I first became aware of Amenabar with “the sea inside” and a bit later with “the others” (2004 and 2001, respectively), and have been amazed by his storytelling talent as a film maker.
Here we have a rare combination of entertainment, great writing and original thinking. Much like with Christopher Nolan and his brother Jonathan, I now know going in that whatever film bearing his name will be interesting to say the least.
Continue reading ““Thesis” – (1996, Spain, 125 Minutes – rated R)”
Time for the boys to shine, plus two funny videos…
Tomorrow, March 25, will mark the 100th anniversary of the worst industrial accident to ever occur in New York City.
No more half-jellybeans, they were way to hard to cut in half anyway. No, from now on, it’ll be from 1 until 5, with the following meaning:
1 jellybean: so bad it’ll reach through the screen to kill house plants, small animals and brain cells
2 jellybeans: I’d rather relive the ‘80s…
3 jellybeans: as Pike asked his Wild Bunch: “why not?”
4 jellybeans: I was glued to the couch
5 jellybeans: they should teach this in schools
“Incident at Raven’s Gate” – (1988, Australia, 94 minutes – rated R)
This was also released as “encounter at Raven’s Gate”, most likely due to elements reminiscent of Steven Spielberg’s “encounters of the third kind”. However, the aliens in “incident at Raven’s Gate” aren’t the least bit friendly, as we’ve seen now in many a horror film from Oz, everything out in the Bush is menacing.
Continue reading “JBoD double matinee: Oz encounters and a skin flick”
Hollywood has lost an icon. She passed away at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center of congestive heart failure. She was surrounded by her four children.
Beginning her career as a child star, Elizabeth Taylor became on of Hollywood’s biggest icons as well as one of its greatest beauties. Her first movie of note was Lassie Come Home (1943) with Roddy McDowall. She launched her career with National Velvet (1944) and went on to make many more memorable films, such as Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf (1966), Giant (1956), and Cleopatra (1963).
Our condolences to her family, friends, and fans.
It’s been a quiet weekend at the homestead, Saturday being our wedding anniversary and the weather turning to rain, mostly. Thanks to a break in the downpours we were able to drive to the beach at the Western end of Sloat boulevard.
Rhuda-an snapped this with her new Canon Powershot SX20, the clouds were stunning.
We then drove up to Twin Peaks and took this photo of the city…
Here is a local taking in the view…
Dinner consisted of a hachis parmentier, a layer of two beef patties mixed with a whole onion and shredded broccoli, squash and baby carrots, topped with a layer of garlic mashed potatoes, with a thin spread of shredded spinach with grated white cheddar.
Sadly, no pics this time but we’ll do this again!
Cats have a way of looking at you which conveys certain expectations. They give us plenty of credit, it’s true, thinking we (the pink monkeys) are perhaps smarter than we are. A case in point may be what to feed them, another maybe when to empty the litter box. At best, when we don’t get it, the result is an annoyed meow with a look of disappointment and impatience.
At worst, as was the case yesterday, it will look like something exploded under the bathroom sink where we keep the uncovered litter box.
There was Feline Pine all over the floor in a 360 degree dispersion pattern. No question who did it either. When the naked one does a number 2 in there, a couple of things happen.
For one, he transforms from Kitsune into his evil self, Mazuzu Whang, running through the apartment yelling and growling, leaping on and off the furniture like a chimpanzee on acid and crack. You would think that taking a crap is the single most exciting thing of his day. Then, the stench spreads across the rooms.
Because Sphynxes can dump turds the size of which will make you do a triple take, and boy do they stink. In the first days after we brought the beast home, we used to eye each other suspiciously until we realized who the culprit was: to add insult to injury, he used to miss the box, you see… He’ll then look at us quizzically with his tail curled in a question mark: “do you get it, human?”
