July 12, 2004
Blackout
And what did I do when this happened? I laughed!
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July 05, 2004
Baby Bird
Oh little fellow. The world waits to eat you.
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June 28, 2004
A Dirty Mouth
Last night, when we went for a walk in Concourse Park, a loudmouth started to scream at a group of teen-aged girls who were goofing off in the children's playground.
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June 22, 2004
Lion in Wait?
It was about ten to twenty yards south of the Sleepy Hollow entrance that I saw faint tracks in the dust on the left side of the road.
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May 26, 2004
What's Polluting Your Neighborhood?
Enviromapper can show you where the dumping is going on and the location of the nearest Superfund site as well as a host of lesser evils such as keepers of hazardous waste, smokestacks, and waste water dischargers.
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May 21, 2004
Signs and Solitude
Like Maria of alembic, I discount these sightings as signs.
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May 01, 2004
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The Swarm 2
The Bee Man came just before five. He'd cleared out seven hives before he came to ours.
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April 29, 2004
A Swarm
Nature's come to our condominium. An Africanized honey bee queen found a crack beneath our Spanish tile eaves and set up court.
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April 20, 2004
Feeding the Birds
I'm part of the property now and it's my task to feed.
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April 19, 2004
A Theology of Drones
Is the neighborhood losing that capricious faith that it had after 9-11?
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April 08, 2004
Lawnmower Men
Amputated stalks of dead grass litter the streets of the complex.
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April 06, 2004
Crows
Crows have taken over a tall pine tree a short block away.
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March 11, 2004
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Felis Concolor at Whiting Wilderness 4
On Tuesday, I went for a walk along the Sage Scrub Trail. There, preserved in the hardened mud along that mountain biker-eroded canyon, I saw a series of about ten tracks.
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February 18, 2004
Before Hydrocordone
Mark that as the last creative turns of phrase that I can manage for the next few days.
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February 12, 2004
Homo Sapiens at Whiting Ranch
The only sound I heard was the wind tumbling off the mountain, hustling through the chaparral, and rushing through the arroyos and the gleaming industrial park at the mouth of the canyon to make a date with the ocean.
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February 09, 2004
The Unknown Sound
What percussion was this?
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February 08, 2004
Heap of Sound
The world throws noise through the narrow open slit of my bedroom window.
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January 27, 2004
Dumpsters & Gorillas in the Silence
I am coming to treasure the moment when the air cleaner shuts off at noon.
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January 22, 2004
Winter Closure Continues at Whiting Ranch
Yellow police tape and red signs remain looped around the area following this month's earlier mountain lion attack. I suspect that bikers are ignoring the signs.
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January 19, 2004
Martin Luther King Day 2004
Was that firecracker meant to commemorate James Earl Ray?
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January 16, 2004
Boys and Fire
Boys tease fire like they tease wild animals.
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January 11, 2004
My Mountain Lion
Was this my lion, the lion that I frightened off last October?
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January 09, 2004
Felis concolor at Whiting Ranch Wilderness 3
We can and will learn from this. My sincere condolences to the family of the victim, to the woman who was mauled, and the two survivors of the incidents.
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Felis Concolor at Whiting Ranch Wilderness 2
Think of it: a biker never stops to look. He is always on the move, always -- in the eyes of the lion -- fleeing. It's like dragging a piece of red yarn in front of your cat. It's going to induce it to pounce.
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January 08, 2004
Black Helicopters
The grasshopper march passes.
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December 20, 2003
Go Away Forever
Awakened to the sound of shouting. Boys yelling. Two inside an upstairs condominium. A third on the street. The third wants in.
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December 07, 2003
Mist, Rain, and Spin
A brown haze has parked itself on the alluvial plain beneath Portola Hills.
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December 05, 2003
Two People Framing an Excursion
Fifty steps down into Whiting Wilderness, I saw a tiny monogamous or perhaps unmarried California Mouse crossing the trail.
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November 28, 2003
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November 26, 2003
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November 25, 2003
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November 17, 2003
On a Trail, in the Dark
Yesterday afternoon, Lynn and I braved the partial cloud cover to hike along the lowest ridge on our skyline to a place called "Vulture Crags".
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November 15, 2003
Word of an Attack on America
Here in our nation at war, in this neighborhood only ten miles from the Pacific Ocean where the sampans and the dhows could land and end our freedom forever, sabotaging clouds bombarded us with spikes of rain.
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November 11, 2003
Zoned
But this is how the mind of the marketer works. He/she discriminates between "winners" and "losers" (who often have the blues for good reason.)
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November 07, 2003
Too Much Information, Probably
The trail runs through open meadows and a subdivision. I was in the midst of the subdivision when Nature called.
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November 06, 2003
Sleepy Hollow
I took a walk today through the underlight of Sleepy Hollow, a dusky green vale that begins a seasonal run of water to the sea in Whiting Wilderness.
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October 24, 2003
Deer, Puma Tracks, and Dead Rabbits
I came upon a park ranger who was deciding what to do with a dead rabbit. It had clearly been killed and chewed.
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October 23, 2003
Moody Mountain Lions and Coyotes
I told my neighbors about seeing the mountain lion the other evening.
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October 20, 2003
Felis concolor at Whiting Ranch Wilderness
A sound like breaking tinsel as the body burst out of the grass along the road's edge. A face: white cheeks, black nose and eyes, tan fringes.
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October 14, 2003
Utah Travel Diary 1
Looking up the canyon, past the pumpkin colored walls of the lower gorge, is like seeing hot glaciers capping the red rock.
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September 18, 2003
Mexican Gardeners and Middle Class Copouts
we claim that we want this end to illegal immigration. So why don't we seek lifestyles that are less dependant on lawns and nonnative shrubs?
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September 13, 2003
A Bar
I don't know what to write on this topic except that I know that Judy Reeves has this thing about cowboys.
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August 18, 2003
Dead End
At the end of my street are a sidewalk, a hedge, and a wall.
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August 15, 2003
Aftershocks of the Full Moon
As the darkness grows more full, we will sleep better than we do now.
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August 11, 2003
An Unseen Argument
I wanted to say "Why are you talking of these things on a night like this? Don't you know that the heat makes you crazy?"
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August 07, 2003
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August 01, 2003
Why Blog?
There seem to be two reasons people give for blogging: to change minds and to get laid.
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July 30, 2003
Space in Portola Hills
Once someone left me a nasty note that I think was intended for someone else.
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Confluence Project
I took a look at some of the nearby confluences (oh Lord, I am sounding like a New Age vortex seeker when I say that!) and came to a conclusion that there's an awful lot of middle of nowhere in the world.
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July 22, 2003
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July 15, 2003
The Heat of Two Suns
The heat of the sky's sun and of my inner sun broiled me thoroughly today.
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July 07, 2003
Ridgeline
In the evenings, rabbits -- Western cottontails -- come out of the coyote brush and dine on the lawn.
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July 01, 2003
Bluing and the Talking Mountain
It's stupid, trite, to sum this up by saying that summer is here, burning us, but there you have it.
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Human Cormorant
Someone throw me a fish, please. Salmon is nice.
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June 23, 2003
Midnight in Trabuco Canyon
I'm free of clanging in my ears, the deafness of the wakeful world.
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May 19, 2003
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May 15, 2003
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May 13, 2003
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May 12, 2003
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April 28, 2003
Dreaded Hill
Dreaded Hill rises like a great panther paw between two canyons.
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April 26, 2003
Whiting Ranch Wilderness 2003
"I've been telling him about 'the mountain lion'," he winked. "Tell him about the mountain lion."
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April 17, 2003
Deep Down
The habitable part of our condominium ends its fall from the sky at a long seam separating its concrete foundation from the tarred over asphalt of our cul de sac.
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April 15, 2003
Stop Signs
Someone went around my home town of San Bernardino, California, carrying a stencil and a can of silver spray paint in about 1970.
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April 10, 2003
The Third Week of the Three Day War
It's hitting people that war isn't a football game.
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April 03, 2003
Scene at the Soup and Salad Bar
I'm going to come down hard on you, so hard on you," she yelled.
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March 22, 2003
Right in My Neighborhood
Hey, we have a web page for Trabuco Canyon!
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March 19, 2003
Where I Went When the War Began
"You never know," said the clerk.
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January 22, 2003
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January 12, 2003
A Fire
I noticed the headache before I noticed the odor: the bitter azure stink of an electrical fire.
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November 27, 2002
Just Outside the Chaparral
Every mop dog who yearns to be a wolf joins in the agonized whining.
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November 19, 2002
Blackout
One word -- Fuck! -- pushed forward from my mouth and, for a second, seemed to make everything flash on again.
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November 14, 2002
Face to Face with Conservatism
I don't know why I invited the confrontation.
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Death and the Purple Plum
They haven't torn the heartwood from it: just given it a severe Marine Corps trim.
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November 01, 2002
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October 17, 2002
Glenn Ranch Road
I saw a stout woman, wearing a grey sweatshirt, pushing a shopping cart full of groceries with one hand and the yellow-topped red plastic car that bore her son with the other.
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October 16, 2002
Cassandro
Last year at this time, we worried because we felt that we could do nothing to stop terrorists from attacking us. This year we fret that we can do nothing to stop our government from doing whatever it pleases.
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October 13, 2002
Underwhelming Support
The Iraq Adventure happens without a second thought from us. It's something the Washington government is doing, far and away.
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October 05, 2002
The Litter King
I doubt that Tony Kanoa would link to my page, this other voice from Portola Hills.
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September 20, 2002
Season of the Dragon
A few weeks from now, the first drops of rain will pierce the hard-baked crust left over from summer and bathe the woody roots of the pallid scrub that clump along the sandstone spines and domes of Whiting Canyon like fresh hair implants on a stark scalp.
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September 14, 2002
Curious Motion
The corrugated purr of a truck engine wakes me. I hear footsteps moving heavy things up a steel ramp. Kris...
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September 12, 2002
Christian Commercialism
Saddleback Community Church dutifully passed out tin signs commemorating 9-11 to its members.
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September 05, 2002
Fawn Ridge Crossing
Orange cones and fresh yellow lines sprung up around the neighborhood. Yesterday, I saw a crowd of candy-pants wearing mothers...
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August 28, 2002
The Courage to be a Big Weakling
I've learned that it takes courage to say "no" to a woman who wants you to push her car up a hill; courage that is not too dis-similar, if somewhat milder, than that of a teenaged girl rejecting the advances of an amorous boyfriend.
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August 01, 2002
Views
I'm dying for this park.
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July 24, 2002
Vulcan's Children
I've seen some big fires in my time, conflagrations that swept across the foothills of the San Bernardino Mountains in minutes. They were a pretty sight at night when the orange lines slowed in their progress over the hills as if to give the firefighters a rest; they were most horrid during the day when they spewed smoke tumors and dropped glowing, nigreous flakes of hot carbon onto our street, some two miles behind the city limit.
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July 20, 2002
Black Oil Sunflower Seed
I know nothing of avian politics, but they all know that there is black oil sunflower seed to be had on the deck with the cacti, the impatiens, and the dwarf date palm.
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July 17, 2002
Changes on A Fossil Dune
Australian aborigines soak the features of the earth they walk upon in their mythology. Even rough badlands -- dried splashes of mud -- receive histories from the old men who remember the wisdom of the tribe.
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July 16, 2002
Chlorine in the Falls
I sigh and think of the gold fish that could be there instead of the stink of anti-bacterial paranoia.
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July 11, 2002
Beneath Mount Santiago
I'm a middle aged Jeremiah, pointing to the Jehoiakim in the White House, and watching as no one reads the scrolls he puts out.
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July 09, 2002
Neighborly Interest
What would they make of the discussions of the chat room disputes, my takes on contemporary politics, my mystical forays into the zoo, my thinking about photography, my rants, my love of absurd web sites, my expressions of uncertainty? Would they try to cure me?
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June 27, 2002
Dog Gone
Dog Gone Every day I see some of my neighbors walking their dogs around the condominium development. Some have pets...
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