Thursday, October 11, 2012

Skipping Across The North Valley

There was another mass ascension of balloons Thursday morning, and many of them swept across the North Valley at low altitudes. Picture time!





Road crew pursues the balloons. Quite an international crew here (I saw one vehicle waving the Union Jack).





Almost looks like Godzilla is marauding south along the Rio Grande River!



Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Visits To Friends And Relatives

On Wednesday, Symphony Talk with friends: Cats, Cats, Cats Talk with relatives.

On Thursday, big dinner at sister Marra's. Started watching debate, but situation much too volatile, so watched something more sensible - Mel Gibson in "Mad Max".

Locked The Keys In The Trunk

Today was marred when I accidentally locked the keys in the trunk of the rent-a-car, and discovered that the 2011 Nissan Versa basic sedan does not have a trunk release lever and that there is no access through the back seat. If the rent-a-car clerk hadn't slipped me the key code, the $75.00 fee would have been $135.00.

Bicycle Ride To Tingley Beach

Pleasant trip along the Rio Grande River with Bruce Warren, to feed the Canadian Geese at Tingley Beach. Flawless, except when a bolt loosened on his tire, and he had to stop to fix it, and he accidentally squatted in a sticker bush, and I had to pull stickers off his ass. But other than that, perfect!

And the Canadian Geese approved too!



Tuesday, October 09, 2012

Have Some Hantavirus Nuts!

On Monday, I went to the Hi-Lo Market and bought a Zip-Lock bag of piñon nuts for nine dollars. I couldn't resist nibbling on them on the way back home!

When I brought them to my sister, she was adamant about washing them first. "It was in the paper," she explained. "The nut gatherers don't pick the piñons off the pine cones one-by-one. Instead, they raid the large caches that mice assemble in their ground burrows near the trees. It makes it easier to gather nuts that way. But since so many mice have hantavirus these days, and since the mice pee in their burrows, they highly recommend washing the piñons first.

We washed the hantavirus nuts, and noted how clean they already seemed to be. Then, we roasted them the traditional way (15 minutes in the oven @ 350 deg F; stirring frequently). Delightfully fragrant, and delicious, traditional Southwestern fare!

Monday, October 08, 2012

On The "Breaking Bad" Location Hunt

On Monday, I started Downtown, angled west towards Old Town, but then went into the extreme Northeast Heights to lunch with Bruce. We ate at Taco Sal's.

Monday's ABQ mystery was over near Lydia's House, in the morning. The windows were smashed out of a parked sedan, and for good measure, a large boulder was wedged in the left rear window. Someone must have really lost their temper! My first thought was 'I didn't know Jesse knew where Lydia lived!'

The most amusing thing was attempting to confirm that two small apartments behind Garcia's Restaurant were indeed the ones used on BrBa. I parked in front of the apartments and watched as the Hispanic folks who appeared to live in the apartments gathered to work on car repair. One woman in particular, seemed to be the leader. She emerged from one apartment, and with her piercings and tattoos, she looked pretty intimidating. Together, her, her familia, and their friends, all looked pretty formidable.

I approached them and asked if it was OK to photograph these apartments. The lady was gruff, and said: "No. You'll have to ask the owner, at Garcia's Restaurant, for permission." Then I explained I was a tourist from California and how Garcia's Restaurant had been featured on 'Breaking Bad.' They smiled, and said they were already familiar with that. The lady asked what part of California I was from, and I said Sacramento. She explained she had lived in San Jose until recently, so we had northern California in common. I explained further that these two casitas, in addition to Garcia's, were also featured on 'Breaking Bad.' You could tell from her shocked grin that she did not know this, and that it tickled her that she was living in a famous apartment. We started laughing together, and she said: "Look, I'm going to look away, and I don't know nothin'." And so, I got a photo!

On Tuesday, I headed NW, then went south along the west side. I spent time in the South Valley, then headed up to Four Hills for sunset.

I talked to the folks at Grandma's Music, where they sell musical instruments. I asked them what their connection to Breaking Bad is, and the fellow explained that Cinematographer Michael Slovis is also an acoustic guitarist. They said BrBa ordered Vamonos Pest Control's big, custom-made rolling instrument cases through their auspices, and they also put together Jesse Pinkman's fancy stereo system. I said that system looks fake, and they said no, it is a perfectly-functional system. Who knew?

The most amusing thing was heading to Atrisco Heritage Academy High School, and trying to gain entry to take photos (I eventually secured permission from the principal to take only exterior shots). I talked to and Admin Assistant, and two student Admin Assistants.

During discussion about 'Breaking Bad' I exclaimed that 'Breaking Bad' is the best TV show that has ever been aired. She said that I was, sad to say, incorrect. 'Charmed' is the best TV show that has ever been aired. Since each of us had never seen the other's fave show, we couldn't resolve the imbroglio. All this time, I've been working under the assumption that Hank is Walt's nemesis on 'Breaking Bad,' but in reality, Shannen Doherty is.

I headed over to the Isleta Rail Runner station and walked a distance to the I-25 overpass over the railroad (to study the graffiti), and beyond, in order to get a better view of the Cal-Maine property (formerly Gus Fring's Chicken Ranch). I was surprised by the Railrunner - fortunately I wasn't on the tracks at the time. I also saw the Amtrak train that followed.

I was frustrated in my efforts to get to the Declan meeting place, and the Sunset location - The Pavilion had closed Bobby Foster Road. Increasingly, that area is hard to gain access to. People with keys control that vast space. Outsiders are forced to walk!

So, it was off to Vamanos Pest Control for some photos. I also attempted to get to the 'Crystal Blue Persuasion' Four Hills Sunset place before the sun set. That effort was largely unsuccessful. I was out of gas, out of sun, and in the wrong place. Alas!

Wednesday was more about bicycling with Bruce Warren and visiting friends and relatives than Breaking Bad, but Bruce and I did go to eat at The Grove Cafe & Market. After the bike ride, we looked a little too desperate to be yuppies, but we gave it a go anyway. Bruce ordered a Farmer's Salad, and I ordered the Croque Monsieur. What a great sandwich! What good food!

We visited a few other sites too. As Bruce perused fabric from an Ecuadorian street vendor, I photographed parking garages.

On Thursday, my last day in Albuquerque, I drove north. I stopped several times to photograph beautiful balloons that had just been launched, many of which were quite low. I drove past Santa Fe to Spur Ranch Road, and the train trestle there. Talked to a local on a walk and learned some fun facts about the BrBa shoot. Then drove to Lamy, toured their cemetery and history museum, and ate lunch at the Legal Tender Restaurant there.

Drove down Highways 285 & 41, past a movie set in action, to Highway 14, then through Madrid. Took a very bumpy dirt road (Highway 22?) to I-25, then further to Santo Domingo Pueblo. When I realized the road from Santo Domingo to San Felipe was also dirt, I reversed course to I-25 again, then drove down to the San Felipe exit instead.

I took El Camino Real from San Felipe Pueblo to the south side of Algodones, to the south side of the E-W ditch that cuts across the valley, and leads one close to the Rio Grande. I then hiked over to Mike's Last Stand - where Mike crosses the River Styx in BrBa. This is a lower stress path than the one followed recently by UBBFT.

Then I drove down to the NM 550 bridge over the Rio Grande, and discovered to my surprise that it was NOT the one used, where Hank throws away Tuco's grill. After that, I drove to the Hyatt Regency Tamaya Resort and made a mad dash through the gate and past the warning signs, in order to reach the power line on Santa Ana land. Interesting place - drove past what I call the Stone Monster, and saw a rattlesnake cross the road. At the stables, however I was ordered to retreat. After that, I got lost in Rio Rancho trying to improve my photograph collection, and stopped briefly in Corrales to survey the Romero Fire scar.

Whew!

America's Challenge

On the return from Bernalillo, in the sunset gloaming, we were fortunate to see all five contestants for the America's Challenge, hanging low over the Rio Grande Valley just after launch. These were long-distance hydrogen balloons. The goal was to travel as far as possible (last year's winner landed at the ND/Canadian border). Most years see a dozen challengers: because of the recent rise in the price of hydrogen, and the fact that it's mostly a European sport, this year there were only five. Unlike the hot air balloons, they are happy to launch just before sunset, and here they were, hanging low over Alameda and Sandia Pueblo.

Met With Ira And Went To Bernalillo For Michelle's Birthday Dinner

Shortly after noon, I went to Ira's Family's house. Ira had flown in from Vegas for the weekend. Both he and his mother were quite tired - they had awakened at 2:30 a.m. and attended the dawn Mass Ascension of the hot air balloons at the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta. Ira had enough energy to come with me to Blake's Hamburgers: Ira's mom went to take a nap with the cats.

Ira and I had a swell visit.

On return to Ira's Family's house, his mother awakened, pronounced the day a total loss, and retired with the cats for more sleep. I left, and Ira sacked out too.

In the evening, Ken, Marra, Richard, Michelle and I went to Bernalillo to the Range Cafe for Michelle's Birthday Dinner. A good time was had by all!

Los Poblanos Open Space

Left: Flock of Sandhill Cranes.


After working on Michelle's rows at Los Poblanos Community Garden, which is at the NW corner of the Los Poblanos Open Space, we decided to drive around the SE side and take a walk.

We met Minor Morgan (who graces the cover of July/August 2007 'Back Home' magazine). We saw the Corn Maze. We also finally saw the distant Sandhill Cranes, and the nearer Canadian Geese.

Sandhill Cranes live their lives as pairs.

Easier to get closer to the Canadian Geese.

Los Poblanos Community Garden

Community Farming in the Land of Enchantment!

On Sunday morning, Michelle wanted to work on the row she's rented, and the row she adopted, at Los Poblanos Community Garden. I accompanied her.

Michelle prepared the rows for mowing, moved some plants, and watered others.


Michelle works on her rows as the Johnson Grass encroaches from the edges.

Johnson Grass is a pretty, non-native grass (it's from California) that works real well for erosion control, but is the bane of NM farmers, because it's very difficult to uproot.

There were quite a few Canadian Geese nearby, who flew over us while we worked and as hot air balloons floated by. We could hear Sandhill Cranes behind the surrounding stand of Johnson Grass, but we couldn't see them.

Fugue State

Left: Looking through the windows at parallel contrails at Las Vegas' Mccarran International Airport.


The last night before the trip to NM was pretty grueling. I didn't sleep well Thursday night, then had a busy Friday. Friday evening, I ran the spotlight for "City of Angels", then spent the hours afterwards packing and doing errands. I caught the Airport Shuttle at 4 a.m., for the 6 a.m. flight to Las Vegas. So, no sleep that night.

The trip to Vegas, and the subsequent trip to Albuquerque, passed in a haze. I'm embarrassed to admit I don't even remember who I sat next to on the trip to Vegas, and barely remember my seatmates to Albuquerque. I was in a kind of fugue state.

The first task upon arrival in ABQ was to secure luggage and get a picture of a BrBa site that happens to be at the airport. Then, off to the car rental.

When you are really, really tired, it's time for a hike. So, I immediately drove off south, to the Pavilion parking lot, then hiked over to a hilltop looming over Tijeras Arroyo, which I believed also doubled as a BrBa site. "The heat was hot, and the air was dry."

I reached the wrong hilltop, and so had additional hiking to reach the correct hilltop. The NM desert was unexpectedly beautiful!

I finally departed the area after about two hours of fugue state hiking, in order to meet my sister Michelle at the 4th/Solar Blake's Restaurant. We returned to her place, and, unexpectedly, I fell asleep.

And napped, and napped, and napped!

In the evening, we headed into the Heights to see my nephew Aaron, and his Whippet, Blizzard. Such a cute dog! We ended up at Chili's and discussed the job market in all its many manifestations.

Friday, October 05, 2012

Southwestern Hiatus

Blogging will be sporadic for the next week: I'll be wandering the Southwestern skies!

First, I’m heading to my hometown of Albuquerque to visit the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta, meet with relatives and friends (one of whom is flying in from Vegas for the weekend), and also take as many “Breaking Bad” location photos as I possibly can. Since I started my reference blog posts on this subject, a BrBa Location Facebook Group has evolved, and I’d like to meet this crowd:

Then, I’ve been informed by Linda Walker, head of Tucson Regional Ballet, that they are opening a Historical Museum at the end of this month, and since I attended in the early days (the mid-80’s), I get a preview! So, I’ll swing through Tucson next weekend.

Then off to Phoenix, to visit Deborah McMillion-Nering and also attend something called the Freak Music Festival.

So, it doesn’t look like a real restful holiday, but rather jam-packed with activities!

It's starting off, predictably enough, kind of strange. I got the good fare, but the flight is at 6:00 a.m. Crikey! By the time I reach ABQ, I'll be a mess! But at least I'll be a mess there instead of here!

Thursday, October 04, 2012

Read A Bit Too Ebullient



Reading went OK, but I'm thinking I was a bit too ebullient to audition well for a sad, depressed clown.

Hitting The Fan In Woodland

It's all hit the fan in Woodland! This thing smelled from the very start, and the stench just gets worse.

The cops acted confidently:

Dale Johnson was confident he had a legal right to pursue and detain Luis Gutierrez that fatal day in April 2009.

The Yolo County sheriff's lieutenant, who was then a sergeant and head of the county's gang task force, testified in Sacramento federal court that, when Gutierrez ran from him, he had cause to believe Gutierrez was up to no good.

He was a "Hispanic male" in baggy clothes walking in an area where gang members hang out, Johnson testified.

He saw the officer's badge, Johnson said, yet ran away, with his hand in the right front pocket of his shorts.

"It was a very dynamic thing that had happened," Johnson told the jury of eight women and one man. "It was not normal. I believed that some criminal activity could be taking place. He could have just committed a crime. He may have a warrant out for his arrest."

It was over in less than a minute, according to Johnson. He caught up with Gutierrez, grabbed him briefly by the shoulders but couldn't hang on, and Gutierrez ducked away and stopped. Gutierrez swiped at him with a folding knife, he testified, so Johnson pulled his service handgun and fired four times.

But all of this may be rubbish:
She appeared uncomfortable recalling the incident, and was a reluctant witness who had to be subpoenaed by plaintiffs' lawyers in order to assure her appearance at the farmworker's wrongful-death trial. She gave short, mostly one-word answers, volunteering nothing.

But by the time she had finished Wednesday, her testimony dramatically contradicted the accounts of two Yolo County sheriff's deputies accused of violating the victim's constitutional rights and killing him without just cause.

...She was driving east on the Gum Avenue overpass above state Highway 113 when she noticed a black Ford Taurus behind her going east in the westbound lane of the two-lane street.

Still in the wrong lane, the car pulled to the curb and two men jumped out and began running at Gutierrez, who was walking east on the sidewalk adjacent to the westbound lane. She said there appeared to be nothing unusual about Gutierrez, who looked behind him and began to run from the two men.

Even though the pursuers were dressed in T-shirts and jeans and the car was unmarked, Fletes said she assumed it was police business because she recognized Yolo County sheriff's Sgt. Dale Johnson from a fitness center she frequented and knew he was a law enforcement officer.

Curious, Fletes said, she slowed down and eventually pulled to the curb and stopped.

She said Gutierrez ran 10 to 15 feet down the sidewalk, then veered into the street in front of her car. Johnson was hot on his heels, no more than 15 feet behind, with a gun in his hand, she said. At this point, she said, she did not see the other man who had alighted from the car.

"I heard one shot, but I don't know where it came from," Fletes told the jury. She said that just before Gutierrez reached the other side of the street he turned to face Johnson, then fell to the ground.

"I was told they had this under control and to move forward," Fletes recalled.

...Virtually every part of Fletes' testimony runs counter to the story told to the jury earlier by Johnson and the other pursuing officer, sheriff's Deputy Hernan Oviedo.
You don't have to believe that Gutierrez had a knife, or that one was planted by the cops. All you have to believe is that Gutierrez didn't recognize his plainclothes assailants as cops, and decided to flee from a highly-irregular, highly-aggressive approach while vulnerable on the Gum Avenue overpass.  And for that, he was killed.

Reading For A Clown

Yesterday, Joe The Plumber and I worked on a broken sprinkler head (and in the process detected a broken pipe that will just have to wait for repair). Afterwards, we stopped off at Pancake Circus, located at 21st & Broadway, where this book is on display.
















I got a surprise message the other day:
Hey Marc,

My name is K. I was given your Facebook contact info by a mutual friend Caitlin Kiley. I am a local Sacramento filmmaker and film student at CSU Sacramento. I am directing a short film I wrote, as a senior film project CSUS.

I am looking for the lead role and you were recommending to me by Caitlin, who is helping a bit with casting. The character’s name is Barny and I was wondering if you'd be interested in acting for my film. Barny is a recently fired clown. He is older, scruffy faced, and dirty. He is pretty depressed and somber since being let go from the circus. He was a clown his entire life, the circus lifestyle is all he’s ever known. He had a good career as a young clown in the past, but his time in the circus is over. Now, he is having a hard time adapting to and facing the harsh and cruel 'real world'. Naturally, he is still trying to act like a clown, but people are not very accepting of him. He's experiencing a loss of identify. The character develops as the story progresses.
I replied:
Hi K.:

That sounds HILARIOUS! I'm flattered that Caitlin suggested me! The main hindrance I see is that I don't consider myself to be a very good actor. Nevertheless, sometimes people naturally fit certain roles, so it's certainly worth giving it a shot.

October looks difficult. I'm traveling next week, and I'm head of DMTC's Haunted House Committee.

Here's a video of me and a friend (who, oddly enough, was once a clown).
He replied:
Hi Marc,

Thanks for the quick response. Yes, most of the filming will be done from the middle of October to the first week or so of November. Sounds like that is a busy time for you, but we may be able to work around your schedule if that could be a possibility?
We're heading over to my house this afternoon for a reading, to see if I'm suitable for this role.

Gee, I Rather Liked The Debate



I didn't see the entire debate - mostly just the last two-thirds - and I rather liked what I saw. Nevertheless, many are agitated.

Wow, Chris Matthews is apoplectic!

I see Chris's point, though - from a debater's perspective, Obama wasn't really there. But, hey, he's the President. And who, exactly, says he has to show up?

And Romney - especially compared to Gingrich, Perry, et al., the very, very best Republican candidate available this year! He exudes that Mormon industriousness that is so attractive! The Mormons, who have always been crazier than weasels in heat, nevertheless work admirably hard.  Romney - the biggest, most-industrious, most eager-beaver liar who ever lived! Makes Nixon look like a Boy Scout!

At the pinnacle of the campaign noosphere, where it's just two candidates, the media, and the vast, silent audience, sometimes it's better, like Obama, to be a silent ninja of "The Matrix":
The film depicts a future in which reality as perceived by most humans is actually a simulated reality or cyberspace created by sentient machines to pacify and subdue the human population, while their bodies' heat and electrical activity are used as an energy source.
I picture Obama to be like Morpheus, Chris Matthews like Neo, and Rachel Maddow like Trinity:
Computer programmer Thomas Anderson (Keanu Reeves) is secretly a hacker known as "Neo". He is restless, eager and driven to learn the meaning of cryptic references to the "Matrix" appearing on his computer. A female hacker named Trinity (Carrie-Anne Moss) confirms that a man named Morpheus (Laurence Fishburne) can help him; however, three Agents, led by Agent Smith (Hugo Weaving), arrest Neo and attempt to prevent him from collaborating with Morpheus.

...Morpheus tells Neo that humans are fighting against intelligent machines that were created early in the 21st century and have since taken control of the Earth's surface. The machines harvest the bioelectrical energy of humans, who are kept docile within the "Matrix" – a simulation of the world as it was in 1999. Neo has lived in this simulated world since birth; in reality, the year is closer to 2199. Morpheus and his crew belong to a group of free humans who "unplug" others from the Matrix and recruit them to their rebellion against the Machines. They are able to connect themselves to the Matrix, where they can gain superhuman abilities by using their understanding of the simulated reality's true nature to manipulate its physical laws. ...  Morpheus believes that Neo is "the One", a man prophesied to end the war.

...In the Matrix, the Agents drug and interrogate Morpheus in an attempt to learn his access codes to the mainframe computer in Zion, the humans' subterranean refuge in the real world. Neo and Trinity return to the Matrix and rescue Morpheus; in the process, Neo becomes more confident in his ability to manipulate the Matrix, and is ultimately able to dodge bullets fired at him.

... In the Matrix, just before reaching another exit, Neo is shot and killed by Agent Smith. Trinity, who is standing over Neo's body in the real world, whispers that the Oracle told her she would fall in love with the One. She kisses Neo and restores his life. In the Matrix, Neo revives with new power to perceive and control the simulated world, and effortlessly destroys Agent Smith, before returning to the real world in time for the ship's EMP weapon to destroy the attacking sentinels.

The film ends with Neo back in the Matrix, making a telephone call promising that he will demonstrate to the people imprisoned in the Matrix that "anything is possible." He hangs up the phone and flies into the sky.
Wow! If the humans are taking refuge in Utah (Zion), they must cleverly be in southern Utah!  And the GOP is wrong, as usual, about mocking Obama as "The One".  Obama is not that obvious!

What Chris Matthews needs is a little patience. Things are not as dire as they look:
There’s no question that Romney crushed the president, who gave a poor performance. But the facts are clear: This won’t determine the outcome.

It’s worth looking back to the 2004 presidential debates. The unanimous opinion was that John Kerry punished George W. Bush. Whereas Bush was churlish, impatient, and aloof, Kerry was dynamic and aggressive. He came away from the debates with momentum and a boost in the polls.

... Obama is winning the vast majority of Democrats and Democratic-leaning voters, while Romney is doing the same for Republicans. There isn’t much across-the-aisle voting in this election, which means that Romney needs to win undecideds and break Obama’s coalition to make gains. To do that, he needs to offer a convincing argument to Democratic voters and, so far, his campaign hasn’t been able to clear that hurdle. Yes, the debate helped him look serious and presidential, but that’s never been his problem: Romney moves with an aura of competence. What he lacks is detail and conviction.
Obama looked like his mind was on bigger objectives than this year's sordid campaign tit-for-tat. I liked his presentation!

I liked Romney's presentation too, mostly because, finally freed from the constraints of the GOP, Jim Lehrer, Obama, and any other human agency in the Universe, he effortlessly threw the Tea Partiers under the bus by reclaiming Romneycare, and proceeded to lie with a brazenness we've never seen before. There was no one to stop him! Even though the hour is late, those lies will catch up to him! Unlike previous brazen lies (like Romney having been in a coma after his auto accident) these lies are getting immediate, hostile attention.

Still, I can't help but feel for friend Ben, who returned home after a hard day's work to find the slimiest, used-car salesman ever invented "winning" the debate:
Well, I had to watch the debate late replay because I was working late. So I was not feeling great after working a little too hard, and then I had to watch Romney turn on (and leave on) that plastic, smirking, disrespectful smile, lie or change his positions multiple times because it was a different audience (AGAIN!!!), and disrespect one of the most sincere, dedicated Presidents we've ever had over and over again with things he said. THEN(!!!), I had to watch the talking heads and their instant polls say the President "lost" the debate basically because he wasn't as aggressive or as much of a jerk as Romney was. Wow. This isn't one of those trashy reality shows where you get declared the winner because you were the best liar and screwed over all your friends. Is that the kind of behavior he will use to effectively reach out to the democrats when he meets with them every Monday (pretty ironic). It's supposed to be an educational debate to help people who haven't been paying enough attention gain a better understanding of the candidates' plans and positions so they can make an informed decision.
Don't worry, Ben! The American people saw and heard all we needed to make an informed decision!

Wednesday, October 03, 2012