Green Solo cup. I fill you up.
Happy Superbowl Sunday, ya’ll.
Ok, ok. There was only lemonade in the cup. And we were celebrating a friend’s birthday with the game on in the far background. I’ve been inspired by red solo cups for years. This cheery green one just begged to be photographed. Photo Copyright 2012, Karen Fayeth. Taken with my iPhone4s using the Hipstamatic app.
Considering how nomadic the people of the world have become – moving streets, cities, states, countries at a whim – you’d think the art and science of moving would have improved.
But really, it hasn’t changed much since the settlers moved west in covered wagons. It’s still just your stuff, a lot of cardboard boxes, a big truck and some muscle.
That’s it. No better. No improvements.
I need some razzle dazzle technology here, people. Can’t the finest minds in Silicon Valley and beyond get on this?
If they can build a better toilet and build a better thermostat then they can build a better moving system.
Let’s think beyond the cardboard box, people!
I’m talking about something like Star Trek transport. Push a button. Boom baby, your crap is at a new address.
Or levitation. Alakazam! Your sh*t’s in the truck!
Or wiggle my nose Bewitched style and it simply happens. Move house and cook a post roast, all in three shakes of a nariz.
Something better than boxes and packing tape rolls that always run out just at that crucial moment.
*sigh*
I say all of this as I take in the view at my home. Boxes everywhere. The Good Man and I wondering why we both have so much crap. Wondering if we can cull it down more. Wondering how in the heck we are going to get this all done.
Moving sucks.
However.
Because perspective is a lovely thing, on Monday, I was chatting with a coworker who also has an upcoming move. We were talking about packing and shredding and donating and both of us were tut-tutting and shaking our heads at it all.
He asked me “how far is away is your new house?”
“Oh, a few miles,” I said.
“Imagine being me moving 6,000 miles. To a new country.” (he’s moving from Dublin to San Francisco in two months)
So ok. He’s got to pack all his crap into wooden shipping boxes. Talk about space limitations! Talk about a man who could use an easy transporter.
Ah well. Hand me the bungee cords. Let’s get back to work.
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Sometimes I wonder how I manage to still be living in California.
Sometimes I wonder how I could ever live anywhere else.
Happy sunny New Years Eve from the coast at Half Moon Bay.
“Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.” – Mary Schmich
Image Copyright 2011, Karen Fayeth, and subject to the Creative Commons license found in the far right column of this page. Taken with an iPhone4s and the Camera+ app.
Sunday rolled around and The Good Man and I had something special on the agenda. We had a date with Candlestick Park and a dance with the San Francisco 49ers football team.
The Good Man had attended professional football games in the past, but I never had. I’ve spent much time inside Candlestick, but it was back in the late 90’s, watching my beloved San Francisco Giants get brutalized. The Giants moved to their new yard in 2000 and I hadn’t been to Candlestick since.
I wondered how the ‘Stick had held up over the past eleven years. The answer? About how you’d expect.
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
Once upon a time I was a huge 49ers fan (going back to living in New Mexico where they were my team of choice). But over the past decade they kept stomping on my heart over and over, so I had to break up with them.
But this year…with their shiny 8-1 record…I might have been woo’d back to their side.
I think I’ve finally worked out my issues with this guy (that’s the long suffering quarterback, first round draft pick, Alex Smith).
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
I gave up on him when I kept shouting at my television “THROW THE DAMN BALL ALREADY!!!” and he wouldn’t throw the ball. And then he’d get clobbered.
On Sunday, he threw the ball. Oh he threw it, indeed. And he ran it, and he handed it off and did everything a calm, cool quarterback should do.
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
Oh, hello Kendall Hunter. Welcome to the end zone.
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
This morning, the local sports radio show keeps talking about the amazing atmosphere at the ‘Stick on Sunday.
It was crazy.
Isn’t it always like that?
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
For the non-baseball fans, I hear a lot of talk about how baseball is so slow, there’s waiting around, blah blah blah.
You know what? There is a lot of waiting around in football too.
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
But there is an awful lot more blood in football. Yikes.
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
I guess that tends to happen when your whole intent, play by play, is smashing into very large people. Our seats were great and I sure did see a lot of men crash into other men. Sometimes I had to close one eye and look away. That’s usually when the guys around me would shout “yeeeah!”
Boys. Hmph.
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
Football is a crazy sport. A crazy, fun, outrageous, holy cow YEAH baby kind of sport.
In short…I loved it. Seeing it live was really something spectacular.
All photos by Karen Fayeth and subject to the Creative Commons license found in the far right column of this page.
According to Wikipedia: “A camera obscura (Latin; “camera” is a “vaulted chamber/room”, “obscura” means “dark”, camera obscura = “darkened chamber/room”) is an optical device that projects an image of its surroundings on a screen. The device consists of a box or room with a hole in one side. Light from an external scene passes through the hole and strikes a surface inside where it is reproduced, upside-down, but with color and perspective preserved.”
According to me, a camera obscura is one of the fun, wacky, quirky things I discovered in my first tentative days living in the Bay Area.
Down at Ocean Beach, over by the Cliff House, there is a really wonderful camera obscura that was installed in 1946.
Just for whimsy, it’s actually shaped like a camera (the camera obscura was a precursor to pinhole cameras and the beginnings of photography).
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
The camera obscura at the Cliff House used to be right next to the Musee Mechanique, a mesmerizing collection of vintage penny arcade games. The Musee Mechanique moved to Fisherman’s Wharf in 2002, but the camera obscura lives on at Ocean Beach.
The little triangle mirror apparatus at the top spins slowly, so you get this really enchanting 360-degree view of the beach, Seal Rocks, and the surroundings. It’s all reflected onto this white dish shaped table in the center of the small, dark room.
Between the camera obscura and the Musee Mechanique, I could get lost for hours. Fresh off the highway from New Mexico, it was some of the coolest stuff I’d ever seen in my life.
When The Good Man and I paid a visit to the Cliff House this weekend, I was so excited to see the camera obscura is still there. It wasn’t open that day, but it’s there. And that makes me happy.
It was added to the National Register of Historic places in 2001, and is now under the conservancy of the National Park Service, so hopefully it will project on for many years.
The camera obscura makes me so nostalgic. I adore it!
That’s me. My purse was under my jacket, so that’s why my jacket tails are sticking out at such an angle. That and the fact that I’m simply a dork of epic proportions.
Photo taken by The Good Man, Copyright Karen Fayeth 2011
Photos Copyright Karen Fayeth 2011, and taken with an iPhone4 using the Hipstamatic and the Camera+ apps.