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Oh Hell Yes!!!
Current Location: The Poolhouse of Happy Bolts Fans
Current Mood: 
happy
happyCurrent Music: San Diego Super Chargers!
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January 3rd, 2009
November 4th, 2008
: Ramblings in the night...
I am the son of sons of sons of centuries of Portuguese fishermen...
It has never been in doubt that there are a number of Nubians in the family tree, perhaps that's a reason why the California fishing community is so insular. There once were legal definitions that would make us all lesser citizens in the land of our new home if that were entirely known to the locals. The Chinese were burned out of the Stingaree District by a mob that included the entire police department, just a few years after we arrived. Being insular saved us all more than once, our tribe has always covered our own backsides. And make no mistake, even though we've been in San Diego for well over a century, we still consider ourselves immigrants in many ways.
Memories are long in our family, we never forget.
* * *
My grandmother was born on the coast of Tamaulipas, near the port that served Monterrey. My father bore the brunt of comments by rascist pricks for a good deal of his life, simply because his parents had the "bad judgement" to be compelled by an impulsive kind of true love to marry...
I sat behind my grandfather as he held my grandmother's hand on the night she died. When she took her final breath, he held her and whispered "My love, my sweetest love", as the tears rolled down his old weathered face.
They had been married for 58 years, suffered more for their love than most ever will, and came to the end of their path together in the same way they started. Two people who could be physically separated by the sea, a war, a culture, or any number of things...
And yet, they were never truly apart.
I am certain beyond doubt that they are together now, somewhere, as the young fisherman who smuggled a pretty girl aboard a fishing boat that had just been purchased in Havana, hidden among the supplies taken aboard that would last them through the Panama Canal. And the young pretty girl who left a comfortable life, only to sail into the unknown with a young man she barely knew, as a stowaway.
* * *
Tonight, in Virginia, the "Home of the Confederacy", a black man has won that state's electorial votes on his way to a comfortable victory to the office of President of the United States.
That makes me smile...
I won't rest easier tonight, there's too much uncertainty and unrest in this world to gloat or taunt or celebrate too much. I'm not sure that it represents progress in our cultural view, that we've somehow escaped a government pervasively controlled by the corporate interests that have brought us to this point.
That we've somehow cast off the myopia that makes us overlook the failings and corruption of our partisan leaders simply because they say the things we want to hear, that they're "our guys", and that we don't believe that the dead hooker in the trunk is their doing.
Still...
It's a beginning...
I am the son of sons of sons of centuries of Portuguese fishermen...
It has never been in doubt that there are a number of Nubians in the family tree, perhaps that's a reason why the California fishing community is so insular. There once were legal definitions that would make us all lesser citizens in the land of our new home if that were entirely known to the locals. The Chinese were burned out of the Stingaree District by a mob that included the entire police department, just a few years after we arrived. Being insular saved us all more than once, our tribe has always covered our own backsides. And make no mistake, even though we've been in San Diego for well over a century, we still consider ourselves immigrants in many ways.
Memories are long in our family, we never forget.
* * *
My grandmother was born on the coast of Tamaulipas, near the port that served Monterrey. My father bore the brunt of comments by rascist pricks for a good deal of his life, simply because his parents had the "bad judgement" to be compelled by an impulsive kind of true love to marry...
I sat behind my grandfather as he held my grandmother's hand on the night she died. When she took her final breath, he held her and whispered "My love, my sweetest love", as the tears rolled down his old weathered face.
They had been married for 58 years, suffered more for their love than most ever will, and came to the end of their path together in the same way they started. Two people who could be physically separated by the sea, a war, a culture, or any number of things...
And yet, they were never truly apart.
I am certain beyond doubt that they are together now, somewhere, as the young fisherman who smuggled a pretty girl aboard a fishing boat that had just been purchased in Havana, hidden among the supplies taken aboard that would last them through the Panama Canal. And the young pretty girl who left a comfortable life, only to sail into the unknown with a young man she barely knew, as a stowaway.
* * *
Tonight, in Virginia, the "Home of the Confederacy", a black man has won that state's electorial votes on his way to a comfortable victory to the office of President of the United States.
That makes me smile...
I won't rest easier tonight, there's too much uncertainty and unrest in this world to gloat or taunt or celebrate too much. I'm not sure that it represents progress in our cultural view, that we've somehow escaped a government pervasively controlled by the corporate interests that have brought us to this point.
That we've somehow cast off the myopia that makes us overlook the failings and corruption of our partisan leaders simply because they say the things we want to hear, that they're "our guys", and that we don't believe that the dead hooker in the trunk is their doing.
Still...
It's a beginning...
Current Location: Uncertainty in the face of hope
Current Mood: 
contemplative
contemplativeCurrent Music: The beating wings of flying pigs
June 8th, 2008
: Life is good...
Greetings from the Beach!
The only way to explain it is...
You've fallen down the rabbit hole.
All is well.
Tags: waves
Greetings from the Beach!
The only way to explain it is...
You've fallen down the rabbit hole.
All is well.
Current Location: The Poolhouse Of Happy Mac Users
Current Mood: calm
calmCurrent Music: Padres down 5-4 to the Mets in the 5th
November 8th, 2007
: The BIL came through the transplant just fine...
More later....
* * *
Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.
It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth,
it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
(music break)
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
More later....
* * *
Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.
It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth,
it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
(music break)
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
October 25th, 2007
: *waves tiredly*
Yesterday morning, after no sleep for some time, I stared at the blank page and just ended up posting that link.
It's been a bad few days, but we're all doing ok and now that the news we're getting *seems* to be be done kicking our asses, I can sit for a minute before I shoo some kids off my bed and lay down a little...
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chowyunsmut I'll call ya tonight after I get a little rest. I'll get ya some links and addresses/phones for the people who are distributing such things.
We've swapped out a few people, some left, others came. It appears the end is in sight, as long as the weather keeps co-operating.
Yesterday morning, after no sleep for some time, I stared at the blank page and just ended up posting that link.
It's been a bad few days, but we're all doing ok and now that the news we're getting *seems* to be be done kicking our asses, I can sit for a minute before I shoo some kids off my bed and lay down a little...
chowyunsmut I'll call ya tonight after I get a little rest. I'll get ya some links and addresses/phones for the people who are distributing such things. We've swapped out a few people, some left, others came. It appears the end is in sight, as long as the weather keeps co-operating.
Current Location: the poolhouse of of hot tired smoky people
October 24th, 2007
: menageries...
We have 8 dogs, 2 cats, 1 horse, and 22 people in the house and poolhouse environs...
Good thing the garage is sealed, huh?
We have 8 dogs, 2 cats, 1 horse, and 22 people in the house and poolhouse environs...
Good thing the garage is sealed, huh?
Current Mood: 
awake
awakeOctober 23rd, 2007
October 22nd, 2007
: Hell came back...
To ease any worried minds...
No, I'm not going to do the crazy things I did last time...
I'd been asleep just about an hour when the BIL came into the poolhouse and said "we have to clear out the shop, the fire is getting close."
The Coed drove us in our wagon to the shop and was very quiet the entire way. She watched me the entire time as I helped load the milling machine and the computers and drawings onto the shop's flatbeds, all destined for the family boatyard at the bay.
When I pulled out the truck and hitched up the trailer with Grandpa's T-bird on it, she ran over to me in tears and hugged me and asked me not to go this time.
So yeah, I'm staying in...
I'll be busy with the evacuees at the house. We're up to 16 and counting now, aand we have 4 motorhomes parked out front on the street for any overflow.
The poolhouse is situated well away from any of the fire paths, so we'll be a popular destination for the next couple of days. We'll also be safe here, so you all can stop worrying. The most I'll be doing is running down the hill to Qualcom stadium with supplies for the refugees and to arrange meetings with claims adjusters.
Not quite the exciting stuff of last time, but I won't exactly be idle either...
The evacuation has put Mom's hip surgery off indefinitely. more news as it come in.
Tags: fire, harris, hell, witch creek
To ease any worried minds...
No, I'm not going to do the crazy things I did last time...
I'd been asleep just about an hour when the BIL came into the poolhouse and said "we have to clear out the shop, the fire is getting close."
The Coed drove us in our wagon to the shop and was very quiet the entire way. She watched me the entire time as I helped load the milling machine and the computers and drawings onto the shop's flatbeds, all destined for the family boatyard at the bay.
When I pulled out the truck and hitched up the trailer with Grandpa's T-bird on it, she ran over to me in tears and hugged me and asked me not to go this time.
So yeah, I'm staying in...
I'll be busy with the evacuees at the house. We're up to 16 and counting now, aand we have 4 motorhomes parked out front on the street for any overflow.
The poolhouse is situated well away from any of the fire paths, so we'll be a popular destination for the next couple of days. We'll also be safe here, so you all can stop worrying. The most I'll be doing is running down the hill to Qualcom stadium with supplies for the refugees and to arrange meetings with claims adjusters.
Not quite the exciting stuff of last time, but I won't exactly be idle either...
The evacuation has put Mom's hip surgery off indefinitely. more news as it come in.
Current Location: The poolhouse of relieved coeds
Current Music: MNF colts/jags on ESPN
September 26th, 2007
September 5th, 2007
August 5th, 2007
: My take on the Asshole from SF...
Is dude a good ballplayer? Yes...
He may be one of the bext ballplayers of all time. He also cheated like a motherfucker to add to his power when his career started to wane.
Does it matter?
I know from a LOT of personal experience that it doesn't matter how strong you are, hitting a baseball requires some serious skills. Being strong is the least important factor; putting the sweet-spot under the ball, that's the hard part...
Does it really matter? No. Dude is an enormous dickhead and always has been.
If he got hit by a bus tomorrow, I'm not sure I'd feel too sorry for him. The wife he cheats on constantly, perhaps. The children by different mothers that he ignores, assuredly. The legion of fawning toadies that he hires for a posse? He throws them under that same bus all the time...
The only person this should matter to is a class act by the name of Henry Aaron. He's the one who truly suffered for that record, and deserves to have it broken by someone who's actually worthy of it. My only hope is that Alex Rodriquez drives that record into the ground sometime before Bonds' encepholopic-like brain tumors from all the chemicals drive him into dementia...
Because only then will Bonds have suffered for that record.
That dinger will always be part of San Diego lore now, and when they show the tapes, the world will see a man being booed and jeered during his moment of "triumph". Some may think that reflects poorly on my wonderful city, but in fact, it reflects purely on the man and his "accomplishments" in life.
Him to which we say...
"Dude... just shut the fuck up".
Tags: assholes, baseball, dickwads, pinheads, who-gives-a-fuck
Is dude a good ballplayer? Yes...
He may be one of the bext ballplayers of all time. He also cheated like a motherfucker to add to his power when his career started to wane.
Does it matter?
I know from a LOT of personal experience that it doesn't matter how strong you are, hitting a baseball requires some serious skills. Being strong is the least important factor; putting the sweet-spot under the ball, that's the hard part...
Does it really matter? No. Dude is an enormous dickhead and always has been.
If he got hit by a bus tomorrow, I'm not sure I'd feel too sorry for him. The wife he cheats on constantly, perhaps. The children by different mothers that he ignores, assuredly. The legion of fawning toadies that he hires for a posse? He throws them under that same bus all the time...
The only person this should matter to is a class act by the name of Henry Aaron. He's the one who truly suffered for that record, and deserves to have it broken by someone who's actually worthy of it. My only hope is that Alex Rodriquez drives that record into the ground sometime before Bonds' encepholopic-like brain tumors from all the chemicals drive him into dementia...
Because only then will Bonds have suffered for that record.
That dinger will always be part of San Diego lore now, and when they show the tapes, the world will see a man being booed and jeered during his moment of "triumph". Some may think that reflects poorly on my wonderful city, but in fact, it reflects purely on the man and his "accomplishments" in life.
Him to which we say...
"Dude... just shut the fuck up".
Current Mood: Not giving a shit
Current Music: ESPN something or other before the game...
July 29th, 2007
: Gwynn reflects on Dad
By Tony Gwynn
July 28, 2007
COOPERSTOWN, N.Y. – Before he died, my father reminded me to one day take my son, Anthony, to Yankee Stadium.
Dad was a Los Angeles Dodgers fan, which, considering I'd eventually play 20 seasons for the San Diego Padres, meant some conflicted moments. Fortunately, Chris, my brother, played for the Dodgers, so that's where dad got all of his hats and jackets.
Though he had his personal loyalties, Dad knew his baseball Meccas. And in October 1998, five years after my father passed away and the day before the Padres would open the World Series against the New York Yankees, Anthony and I rode a subway to Yankee Stadium. Anthony had just turned 16, and the afternoon was all Dad had promised. He would have loved it, and I think Anthony would agree.
Funny thing, Dad never mentioned Cooperstown. Maybe he didn't feel like he had to. As it turned out, we're all here this weekend. Almost all of us. Dad would have loved it.
There is no doubt in my mind he believed this day would come. He always saw stuff in me I didn't see. What he told me when my two brothers and I were playing sock-ball in the backyard was exactly what he said in the parking lot before my first big-league game: "This game is going to be easy for you. You just have it."
I'll say it never felt easy.
He also said, "If you work hard, good things will happen." He said it often enough that it felt like another piece of uniform, something I'd wear and live up to every day. Those are the words on my statue outside Petco Park, so they're not just mine anymore.
I worked because I felt like I had to. I didn't feel like I was talented enough to just step out there and have any success.
This weekend arrives almost nine years after Anthony and I journeyed to the Bronx. He's played almost 100 games in the big leagues now. And while he'll be here with me, it'll be quite a bit larger than a father-son outing. In a way, I'll be introducing myself to all those people outside San Diego. A lot of them, perhaps, know of me, but don't know me. I'd like to tell them about Tony Gwynn, what I'm about, why I did what I did.
So, I'll tell them a little about Dad.
Tags: baseball, cooperstown, tony
By Tony Gwynn
July 28, 2007
COOPERSTOWN, N.Y. – Before he died, my father reminded me to one day take my son, Anthony, to Yankee Stadium.
Dad was a Los Angeles Dodgers fan, which, considering I'd eventually play 20 seasons for the San Diego Padres, meant some conflicted moments. Fortunately, Chris, my brother, played for the Dodgers, so that's where dad got all of his hats and jackets.
Though he had his personal loyalties, Dad knew his baseball Meccas. And in October 1998, five years after my father passed away and the day before the Padres would open the World Series against the New York Yankees, Anthony and I rode a subway to Yankee Stadium. Anthony had just turned 16, and the afternoon was all Dad had promised. He would have loved it, and I think Anthony would agree.
Funny thing, Dad never mentioned Cooperstown. Maybe he didn't feel like he had to. As it turned out, we're all here this weekend. Almost all of us. Dad would have loved it.
There is no doubt in my mind he believed this day would come. He always saw stuff in me I didn't see. What he told me when my two brothers and I were playing sock-ball in the backyard was exactly what he said in the parking lot before my first big-league game: "This game is going to be easy for you. You just have it."
I'll say it never felt easy.
He also said, "If you work hard, good things will happen." He said it often enough that it felt like another piece of uniform, something I'd wear and live up to every day. Those are the words on my statue outside Petco Park, so they're not just mine anymore.
I worked because I felt like I had to. I didn't feel like I was talented enough to just step out there and have any success.
This weekend arrives almost nine years after Anthony and I journeyed to the Bronx. He's played almost 100 games in the big leagues now. And while he'll be here with me, it'll be quite a bit larger than a father-son outing. In a way, I'll be introducing myself to all those people outside San Diego. A lot of them, perhaps, know of me, but don't know me. I'd like to tell them about Tony Gwynn, what I'm about, why I did what I did.
So, I'll tell them a little about Dad.
Tags: baseball, cooperstown, tony
June 21st, 2007
: Happy Solstice!
Just got back from going out to dinner and the sun's still up, very cool...
The Coed and I used the BIL's shop's Padres tickets today.
Day game, Pads got killed by the Orioles.
Still, it was a afternoon out, and those are rare these days.
Somewhat drunk and ready for a nap.
Life is good...
Just got back from going out to dinner and the sun's still up, very cool...
The Coed and I used the BIL's shop's Padres tickets today.
Day game, Pads got killed by the Orioles.
Still, it was a afternoon out, and those are rare these days.
Somewhat drunk and ready for a nap.
Life is good...
Current Mood: buzzed
buzzedCurrent Music: Sportscenter
June 16th, 2007
: Tiny's spazzerrificness
She reached for her stash box under the coffee table while sitting on the couch...
She opened it, said "Hey! Where are the scissors?", then settled back into the couch.
Then jumped off the couch with the small pointy scissors stuck in her ass.
/end dull moments
Tags: funny shit dude
She reached for her stash box under the coffee table while sitting on the couch...
She opened it, said "Hey! Where are the scissors?", then settled back into the couch.
Then jumped off the couch with the small pointy scissors stuck in her ass.
/end dull moments
Current Location: The Poolhouse Of Semi-drunk people
Current Music: 3 females (1 canine) snoring their lil hearts out
June 11th, 2007
: FF is back!!!
Who's in?
I sent invites to the email addy's from last year, but some have changed...
Who's in?
I sent invites to the email addy's from last year, but some have changed...
June 2nd, 2007
: *waves*
Someone told me it was Saturday, I'll need proof before i believe that...
Everything is the *same*.
Someone told me it was Saturday, I'll need proof before i believe that...
Everything is the *same*.
May 25th, 2007
: So yeah...
I'm forever 2 weeks behind on this filter, I have a Beach Club/Casino in Second Life that handles about $40/day - which takes up some time, the Racing PR is in medium-gear, the BIL and Sister are about the same except their old dog died last week, the Coed just finished another semester of fine work and is on a week-long bender Which I join occasionally), Tiny is injury-free at the moment, my Dog is fine, and the folks haven't visited yet (probably in the next 2 weeks).
Cabin-fever notwithstanding, we're doing all right...
I'm forever 2 weeks behind on this filter, I have a Beach Club/Casino in Second Life that handles about $40/day - which takes up some time, the Racing PR is in medium-gear, the BIL and Sister are about the same except their old dog died last week, the Coed just finished another semester of fine work and is on a week-long bender Which I join occasionally), Tiny is injury-free at the moment, my Dog is fine, and the folks haven't visited yet (probably in the next 2 weeks).
Cabin-fever notwithstanding, we're doing all right...
Current Location: The Poolhouse Of Semi-drunk people
Current Music: SL-ingo gestures
May 23rd, 2007
: *waves*
Today was a melange of sleeping till noon, drinking, smoking good stuff, lotsa serious Nuki-Nuki, and take-out Mexican.
Life is good...
Oh yeah, I'm back. Details to follow.
Today was a melange of sleeping till noon, drinking, smoking good stuff, lotsa serious Nuki-Nuki, and take-out Mexican.
Life is good...
Oh yeah, I'm back. Details to follow.
Current Location: The Poolhouse of AFOed drunk stoned Coeds
Current Music: Yanks/Sox on ESPN
March 19th, 2007
: *Note to self:
Never eat popcorn with your trackball hand...
* * *
In other news, the 5 of us went down to the old neighborhood and helped some other famila take oveer the upstairs of the Brig again.
Twas nice getting out.
Midterms for the Coed, me and Tiny will just be drinking in the corner if anyone needs us...
Never eat popcorn with your trackball hand...
* * *
In other news, the 5 of us went down to the old neighborhood and helped some other famila take oveer the upstairs of the Brig again.
Twas nice getting out.
Midterms for the Coed, me and Tiny will just be drinking in the corner if anyone needs us...
March 14th, 2007
: And...
I suppose I should mention that I took leave from the bar. Too much to do around here...
I'm officially a slacker now.
I suppose I should mention that I took leave from the bar. Too much to do around here...
I'm officially a slacker now.
: Hiya
Contrary to reports, I am alive and fairly well. Slightly hungover, but that's not news...
The BIL is ramping up for surgery, and it isn't being kind to him - all things considered, he's doing fairly well, I suppose.
The Coed is enjoying her new car, more sex, and more sex in the car. She's also getting ready for mid-terms, so mostly I just serve (or service) her stuff and stay outta her way. Tiny and I have been drinking a bit, and wandering the regions of Secondlife.
I'm getting caught up on the Flist today, so don't be too stunned.
Life is good...
Contrary to reports, I am alive and fairly well. Slightly hungover, but that's not news...
The BIL is ramping up for surgery, and it isn't being kind to him - all things considered, he's doing fairly well, I suppose.
The Coed is enjoying her new car, more sex, and more sex in the car. She's also getting ready for mid-terms, so mostly I just serve (or service) her stuff and stay outta her way. Tiny and I have been drinking a bit, and wandering the regions of Secondlife.
I'm getting caught up on the Flist today, so don't be too stunned.
Life is good...
Current Location: The poolhouse of love
Current Music: Padres/Rangers Cactus league on XXradio
February 28th, 2007
: Hmmm...
I think I broke The Coed...
*grin*
Probably shouldn't have tried the 4th time.
Oh well, I'll know that in the future...
I think I broke The Coed...
*grin*
Probably shouldn't have tried the 4th time.
Oh well, I'll know that in the future...
Current Location: The Poolhouse Of AFOed Coeds
Current Mood: *whew*
*whew*Current Music: AntiMatterUniverse Radio
February 13th, 2007
: I'm home...
And doing ok, if you count seriously aching 'nads to be ok...
I'm sitting on the couch, legs spread likeimagoddessru at a cop convention, got my boys icing down and I'm full of vicadin.
Lots of vicadin...
I'm not going anywhere for a while.
How was your day?
And doing ok, if you count seriously aching 'nads to be ok...
I'm sitting on the couch, legs spread like
imagoddessru at a cop convention, got my boys icing down and I'm full of vicadin.Lots of vicadin...
I'm not going anywhere for a while.
How was your day?
Current Location: The couch in the Poolhouse of aching nuts
Current Mood: Ow!
Current Music: Paco de Lucia - "a Noche"