Category Archives: Musings

Why did you do that? Why?

People in the Bay Area drive like idiots.

Today on highway 80 traffic was backed up for miles. Why? Because there were two deer on the side of the hill next to the highway. What. The. Fuck. This would never happen in SoCal. In SoCal there could be blood on the asphalt and an overturned SUV on the freeway and people would still be zooming by at 80 miles an hour.

Last night when I was driving home in cruise control at 72 mph in the wide open lane next to the fast lane. Speed limit 65 mph. In my mirrors I watch a guy pass me by, change to my lane, annnnnnd… slow down, forcing me to brake. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? In SoCal you could get shot for such behavior.

All my life, growing up in NorCal, I’ve heard about how bad the traffic is and how terrible the drivers are in SoCal. You know what? It’s the other way around.

I’ll take good ol’ SoCal drivers over NorCal drivers ANY day.

Becky, this is for you

Bear Grylls, in yet another dangerous situation, out there, survivin’ in the wilderness, out in the middle of nowhere, yep, survivin’, because he’s a survivalist.

Old Time-y fun

So I have this little radio that I bought at Amazon Prime.

It’s a cheap little radio, a TRANSISTOR radio I suppose. It only has AM/FM. It has a telescoping antenna. It fits in the palm of your hand. To change stations you have to manual tune with a dial.

As I play with the little radio, that Yum has affectionately dubbed ‘Buddy’, a wave of memories washes over me.

I’m reminded of my youth (which is loooooooooong gone now) as I had a little transistor radio like this new one. I used to stay up late at night and tune in to KFOG, giggling to the Dr Demento show under my sheets. I remember laying in my sleeping bag at night up in Yosemite, fascinated that I could tune in to AM stations as far away as Seattle or San Diego. I remember placing my little radio next to my tape recorder, using the cassette deck’s built in mic to record my favorite songs. I remember the cheap, half broken, held together with duct tape radio I had when I lived in Long Beach. At the time, it was my only source of entertainment. I used to place the radio in my window sill and listen to jazz.

Yum plays with the new radio and remembers the good ol’ days, before the world went and got itself in a big ol’ hurry.

I love this new little radio. I’m looking forward to bringing it to Yosemite later this month.

I should have bought two.