Thursday, February 27, 2014

One sign that you might travel too much

Have you seen this Old Navy commercial? It is pretty funny!


But then at the end I rolled my eyes and thought, "Yeah right... How did all those people get through airport security with their shoes on???"

Maybe I've spent too much time in airports.

Confession: I always try to sneak through security with my shoes on my feet. Rebellion!

TSA always catches me =(

Freakin' shoe bomber ruined it for all of us.

Friday, February 21, 2014

The Wild Wild West

I work in a pretty special place- Woodside, CA. What is is like there? Well, for starters, it is isolated. I have a 45 minute commute over the hills and through the woods in a setting that looks like something right out of a car commercial. It is gorgeous, but it can also be lonely. At 2000 ft. altitude, with a tiny 2 pump gas station and no Costco in sight, it is the place where people live when they do not want to be bothered.

Not just any people. Rich people. Like so rich that SugarDaddy.com offered the town over $11 million to change their name to SugarDaddy.com, CA, USA and the town council laughed it off because they pretty much pay each of their kids that sum in weekly allowance. Here's an article all about the publicity stunt.

Here's the kicker: these rich people are armed to the teeth! Guns, crossbows, you name it, they've got it! And they are organized. I sat in on a neighborhood meeting to talk about safety and neighborhood watch kind of stuff and found out so much! Did you know that there are home security systems where your house can text you a picture of the person entering your front door? Ya, when you are rich that's the kind of stuff you buy. At least the lady in the fur coat did. Her husband probably won't be bringing home any girlfriends on the side. On the other hand, the rich guys in camo who have truly taken to the mountain life have adapted game cams to not only keep an eye out for the next buck to mount, but also to investigate that suspicious utility truck that keeps driving by. Heck, one of the guys there live streams his home security cameras online while he is at work. 

As it turns out, the privacy of the mountain life is also very appealing to those in the drug business. Not surprisingly, there are marijuana grows uncovered in the forest and open space preserves on the regular. I've noticed that the trail heads in the area often have a sign asking hikers to report the illegal farms. What really gets the locals going, though, are the temporary cook houses that pop up now and then. I guess the chemicals are so potent that the winds carry a rather meth-y smell across the mountain side. Usually around 4 am. I'm told the smell is like auto exhaust but so strong that you may as well have your mouth on the exhaust pipe. Report those Winnebagos immediately.

In California, I learned, you can fire your gun on your own property. You can fire your crossbow on your own property. The same laws that apply to fire arms also apply to crossbows, so don't point one at anyone. Now the regular bow and arrow, which the police similarly recommend that you do not point at others, have much less severe charges. So if you want to have a "Hillbilly Hoedown" and shoot off your guns into the night sky from your back yard, you can do that. But just know, your neighbors will call you hillbillies in front of the whole town. But, those hillbillies don't care- say what you want! They have more money than God.

The view from my office: vineyards, mountains, SF Bay

Friday, February 14, 2014

Oh, was that a romantic moment? I missed that.

In honor of Valentine's Day today, let me share with you my paralyzed and unresponsive sense of romance.

At the Austin City Limits Music Festival in 2013 Saturday night closed out the concert in pouring rain. It was an invigorating down pour after a hot day in the sun under the influence of adrenaline and live performances. It was dark, the music was playing, the rain was coming down hard and I was with a handsome man. So, what do I do? I took great pleasure in grabbing... my poncho. I knew I carried that all day for a reason!

Sadly, like on so many other occasions, the emotions fizzled out so soon: the moment was ruined when the rain soaked right through my cheap pocket poncho.
Heart break.

Our lovely Hostess in Austin picked us up afterward so that we would not have to walk too far in the rain. She asked how the night went with the storm and my handsome companion noted all the other people kissing in the rain. "Oo romantic!" the lovely Hostess immediately responded.

O wait. Is that the vibe they were getting? Romantic? Cuz I got seriously hung up on that poncho.

Couples kissing in the rain

Couples dancing in the rain

Oblivious me in the crowd





Check out my YouTube Channel for more videos from the concert!

Friday, February 7, 2014

Coke Massage

Let's talk about this picture for a minute:

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It was taken in Cartagena, Colombia in October 2013. In it you see me. Ignore that part. I just stood there to make it less obvious that I really wanted a picture of the other ladies on the beach. Look to the right. See that topless lady laying on the ground? She is getting a massage. From a stranger. Who is using Coca Cola as a lubricant.

Yep. It's a Coke massage. She just straight up poured Coca Cola all over that woman's body.
And then rubbed it in.

Why?? Why is this happening??

There are many vendors on the beaches of Cartagena. They are relentless. They will sell you crap until they are blue in the face. Or you are. It's almost a contest to see who holds out longer. Someone will break. It will be you.

This lady caved in to the masseuse. They approach you, rub your foot and say something like it's just one foot! That is free! It's nothing! And the next thing you know, their hands are all over you and in your pockets taking your money.

Somewhere in the process, a two liter bottle of Coca Cola gets involved. Yes, Coke is cheaper than water there (as it is in many places), and it certainly is cheaper than massage oils. So I get that. But I almost feel like a massage with no lubricants would be better than this Coke massage that just HAS to be a sticky mess in the end. Right?