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   Leaving here in a few hours for New York City (Brooklyn -- land of boxes of rain!). Will be there until Thursday.
   Thursday (the 14th), my friend Kerri and I are flying to Barcelona. We'll lurk around there until the 21st, and then we take the train to Zaragoza* until the 25th. Back to Barcelona and from there back to New York on the 26th. Returning to Southern California on the 30th.
   Also hopefully during one of the New York portions I'll be able to rent a car (I hear they have "zip cars" like in SF that are easy to rent?) and convey myself up to Rochester, NY. It's an eight hour drive but it's pleasant, and while I'm over there it seems like a small price to pay to see relatives I often don't see for years.


   * it's got nothing to do with why we chose to go to Zaragoza, but I find it amusing that the one location in continental Europe I set an entry in for LJ Idol is Zaragoza and now I'm going there.


Picture of the Day


Kerri, wearing my jaunty cap in a Flagstaff train station

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   The day after returning from the Berkeley conference (Ie Monday the 17th, a week and a half ago) I met up with Kerri down in San Diego. She had spent the weekend visiting San Diego with her family on family vacation. That evening we went to the Stone Brewery in San Marcos.

   On Tuesday we made preparations and plans for Mission: Catalina.
   Wednesday morning at 7am we met Dave at Dana Point marina. We set off with him, his nephew Thaddeus, and Thaddeus' girlfriend, for Catalina. Presently, we spotted a dolphin. We cut the engines, and presently a pod of some 200+ dolphins was surrounding us!! They proceeded to frolick and were so numerous that one could easily hear their dolphin-noises through the deck of the boat (which was pretty much the cutest thing ever). Once we got underway again the dolphins came and jumped through the water at our bow and behind the boat. It was definitely awesome.

   After taking time out for the dolphins and for Dave & co to practice their bloodthirsty trickery for awhile we finally arrived at the backside of Two Harbours, the principal village of the northern end of the island. Without even tying up to the dock Kerri & I jumped off the boat and our ride departed.

   Unfortunately from Two Harbours it was miles to the Little Harbour campground, and then either 16 directly to the town of Avalon, or nine to another campground called Blackjack from whence it would be a further 11 to Avalon -- the lack of a campground in the middle of the island is a serious detriment to hiking it in two days.

   As it turns out, hiking the island apparently is not something they expect a great deal of people to do, as we didn't pass a single other hiker during our three days out there. There's daily van service between the campgrounds and that appears to be what most tourists there use. Also the trails are laid out in a haphazard manner that makes no effort to avoid unnecessary elevation change (going right over the top of hills it could easily have gone around the side of), and going straight down hills at steep grade instead of making switchbacks (aside from being tedious to walk on, everyone knows that a trail of grade steeper than 8% is likely to become a wash).

   So we set out for the Little Harbour campground. Presently we came across a big lizard on the ground. I put my foot down right in front of it to see if it was dead ... and it scampered right up my leg!! For a short time it even sat on my shoulder, as pictured. I named him "Captain Awesome." Anyway, since we had gotten a late start from Two Harbours we only went as far as Little Harbour on Wednesday. Had a miserable little campfire that had the magic ability to blow smoke directly at us no matter where we were sitting. The campgrounds are nice though and it would definitely be fun to go out there with a group of people just to camp.

   The next morning (Thursday) we packed up and hiked six miles up to the "Airport-in-the-Sky," with the plan to from there decide whether we felt like hiking the 10 miles to Avalon or the 6 or 7 out to Blackjack (from where we'd still be 9 from Avalon). After eating buffalo burgers at the airport we decided to go for the gold and head from Avalon despite the fact that it was already mid-afternoon.

   It was 10pm by the time we finally made it into Avalon. The last few hours had actually been a quite pleasant moonlit walk down a a tree-lined road along the coast. Finally arriving in Avalon we were like "so.. no what?" The Avalon campground was a mile out of town in the opposite direction. Since we'd already hiked 16 miles and Avalon was our destination we took a taxi to the campground. Another mile just wasn't gonna happen. The next morning we hiked from the campground into town and felt like we hadn't missed out on anything, since that mile was almost entirely down streets of the town.
   Friday morning we had a delicious breakfast at the "Busy Bee Cafe" right on the water. Poked around Avalon for awhile, and then caught the commercial ferry back to Dana Point.
   Though we didn't hike from point to point, the island is 21 miles long from end to end. We did however hike between the major population points on each end, AND our route happened to be 21 miles exactly in length.

   Friday night we went down to San Diego and hung out with our friend Mara, whom I had been chairing with when Kerri was first our delegate. Saturday we stopped by the Stone Brewery again on our way back up and had a pleasant spring afternoon experience lounging in the grass in their garden there. On Sunday (the 23rd) Kerri flew back to Arizonaland.


This and a bunch of other pictures from Catalina

Flagstaff!

Jan. 15th, 2008 07:25 am
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   After spending only one full day back in OC since the last adventure, last Saturday I trotted down to the local train station and purchased a train ticket.
   "4:37 to Flagstaff please" I said. "THATS IN TEN MINUTES!!" exclaimed the ticket agent. He complained that the train was "99% full" and that he was getting me the last ticket availalbe and that next time I should book a week in advance (psh if I wanted to do that I'd FLY), but I got a ticket and hopped on the train.
   13 hours later I stepped off the train into the snowey pre-dawn air of 7,000 feet in Flagstaff. Its a good thing I chose to take the train, since the highway in and the local airport were both snowed in! 120 trains a day doesn't give the tracks enough time to build up snow between trains though.

   We got another foot of snow in Flagstaff the next day. I think it'd been three years since I'd last been in snow! So there was the making of snowmen and snow angels and such. Got to see many of my friends in Flagstaff, and Vern, one of my favourite people, even drove up from Phoenix to hang out with all of us Friday evening.
   Once the road and cleared a bit later in the week Kerri & I drove down the mountain to the town of Sedona where there was no snow so we could hike about.

   Altogether, it was an excellent adventure.



OC: A Hive Of Drama

   While I was still up in Flag, the boss at Bee Busters called me to ask if I could go up with him to Redding this week to work on some bees, --thus lining up my next adventure / employment before I even got back!
   Yesterday I stopped in at the bee cave to see what was going on.
   Apparently, after they lost the election, the former officers of the OC Beekeepers Assn tried to register the OCBA name with the county and incorporate it -- thus discovering that we had already done so precisely to prevent them from this! They then sent an email to an unknown number of members of the organization calling Dave a "lowlife" and implying he had dubious motives for registering the name. HOWEVER, I would like to point out that they wouldn't know he had done that if they hadn't tried to do the exact same thing, and the only reason we did was so they couldn't.
   They have proceeded, apparently, to create a NEW bee club (and registered / incorporated its name asap) and are going around trying to take the OCBA's old venues. Needless to say, this all seems excessively silly.

   Anyway, after once again only spending one full day here, this morning I join Dave & Dr Theones on a trip up to Redding for several days to work on bees.

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The other day I was talking to my friend, who's majoring in Women's Studies. She mentioned that the thesis she was working on was something along the lines of "Exclusion of Women of Colour From the Women's Rights Movement" or some such. The term "people of colour" has always bothered me. I see several things wrong with it:

(1) It assumes a us-versus-them worldview of everyone versus persons of European descent.
(2) It defines people not by who they are, but who they're NOT.
(3) It assumed caucasians are "colourless," which is really pretty arbitrary
(4) It sets caucasians as the benchmark by which other people are defined (ie, having more "colour" than them)
(5) As opposed to more accurate terms like "minorities" it cannot be used to describe minority demographic tensions in places where both groups might be considered "of colour" such as the numourous ethnic tensions throughout Africa and well, anywhere else in the world pretty much.

My friend asked me what term I would use in place of "of colour," to which I said "minorities?" She proceeded claim that phrase was "dehumanizing" because it was a cold statistic that described people as not being the majority or some such (which she seemed to allege was an inhernetly pejorative prospect). I think this is really silly. Minority political groups never flinch at being called the political "minority," and their primary interest is in seeing that they are taken seriously and so forth. The argument went round and round but I really don't see how describing people by how much melanin they have in their skin compared to persons of European descent is exceedingly questionable.

I know that some scholars in related majors have espoused the "of colour" term, and their convoluted justifications are served up assembly-line style to students like my friend in liberal majors. My hypothesis, however, is that this term originated among people of minority groups who didn't think too hard about it and did in fact take a primarily us-versus-them view of "white people," but then scholars who were proud of their minority groups (which is fine) and wanted to justify everything they did (which is questionable) came up with their convoluted explanations of how "of colour" somehow makes sense as a politically viable term. And while in these liberal majors they spend their time stringently criticizing mainstream culture (which is fine), I think they are extremely reluctant to criticize one another, leading to a large scale groupthink scenario where you're a traitor to the revolution if you dare question the term "people of colour."
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   This past weekend (Saturday to Tuesday morning) was the Amwest Model UN conference in Las Vegas. This year I went as a delegate .. with the Northern Arizona University (NAU) delegation.
   I knew it was going to be a good conference when by the first morning I had to search three different rooms and STILL couldn't for the life a me find my pants.


   But starting at the beginning, I did in fact end up driving up there Friday Evening. I'd barely been there probably half an hour before the whole NAU delegation was dancing on tables at the Octoberfest themed Hofbrau House restaurant (their leader was even wearing lederhosen). It was good times.
   While I knew a lot of the NAU delegation already, one might expect it might be awkward to be thrown in as an outsider with a group of people who all go to school together and such ... not so at all! I felt totally at home in the group as if they really were my own delegation, they're great.

   Anyway, later that evening we all ended up hanging out in the hot tub for awhile. And so, the reason I couldnt' find my pants the next (Monday) morning was because I had changed into my swim trunks at some point you see. Still it was mysterious and I didn't find them until the devious miss Kerri White thought to call the my phone, which was in the pants' pocket.

   Also I gotta mention right off that I totally am in love with the breakfast the Embassy Suites always has ... their made-to-order omelettes never disappoint! and is definitely the only conference where I'm without fail out of bed an hour before committee starts (though I might still be late if I'm savouring my omelette).

   Anyway, I was Finland in Human Rights. Committee was pretty good. A lot of good people but no one really dominating, which made it a healthy competition for everyone else. Actually Indonesia looked like a shoe-in for an award early on but shot himself in the foot by vehemently calling another delegate retarded (in fact, you could say he blew his foot right off).
   Our chairs was pretty decent. They just took a ridiculouly long time to review resolutions and get them back to us, thus causing the entire committee to have nothing to do for about two hours one of the evenings. The "problems" they identified in resolutions and required us to change were frequently rather ridiculous.
   For example, with ten minutes left of committee on that last day they told us we HAD to change "Noting that in addition to being clear and direct, discrimination can be the indirect, unintended consequence of language or other policies," to "Noting that in addition to being clear and direct, discrimination can be the unintended and indirect consequence of language or other policies," so that the two clauses would be parallel. Thats a great thing to worry about if you're writing a poem or some crap, but its not even an actual grammer RULE, its just a concept of literary aesthetics!! And personally, I prefer it the original way since "unintended consequence" is an established phrase (and "clear and direct" sounds better than "direct and clear").

   Most evenings much of NAU (including myself) could be found in the hot tub after committee, and then people would go maraud the strip. Now I actually have a pretty good record of not going to the strip at all for the last several Amwests, but Miss White and an army interrogator managed to get me down there one evening. Also I accompanied a friend from Saddleback to the Hard Rock Cafe Casino which was across the street from our hotel, and literally after being tehre for five minutes and putting $20 in the slot machine, she won $1,140!!! That was pretty awesome. (Knowing she wasn't going to beat THAT we both immediately left the casino)


   Amwest is put on by an organization called PAXMUN. PAXMUN puts on a number of other conferences. The staff for the other conferences largely have a high level of overlap, which I think is extremely healthy in terms of the staff having a sense of community and being very experienced at how things are done in PAXMUN. AMWEST however, has nearly zero overlap with any of the other PAXMUN conference staffs. In particular, a weirdly high proportion of their staff seems to come from Chico. Many regular PAXMUN staffers were already rather suspicious of this prior to this conference's awards.
   Chico State got 12 of 17 research awards (and they added ten more research awards than are normally given out, which my sources tell me was an attempt to hide the fact that Chico got so many awards) and BOTH the "Delegation" Awards (which go to the country that had the best delegates representing it. Effectively and usually seen as a school-wide award, two of Chico's countries were awarded which is totally fubar). After awards everyone was talking about how ridiculous they were, and some people were vowing their school would never return to this joke of a Chico-love-fest.
   The only upshot in that is I'm hoping that this fiasco will cause the Board to mandate that they involve more of the regular PAXMUN staff in the conference.

   Anyway, it was great to see everyone again. Vern, I don't know what I would have done without you. (=
   I won an award for NAU, which I feel justified my existence a little bit. (=

   Driving back I ran into Pasedena City College at a random gas station in the middle of nowhere near Baker ("hey, this is NOT the way to NAU" -Professor Harris "I'm um, lost." -Me), and then again while I was eatign at the Mad Greek Restaurant in Baker they came in. Also communicated with the UCI group a bit about traffic since they were sixty miles ahead of me on the same route (Saddleback presumably was on the same route as well).


Back in the Law Mines
   Wednesday I started my first day at this new law firm. They put me in a huge corner office! ...only because its occupent was gone for the weekend already and they wanted somewhere they could close the door and not disturb people to train me. Anyway, it was a half day because of the impending holiday, and half the office was gone for the weekend already, so it was super chill there, which made it an excellent time to ease into the new job.


   And today is Thanksgiving. I think I'm going to have dinner with Bob from Beebusters, and tomorrow I'll catch up with my family at the cabin in Tweedy. Happy Tryptophane Day everyone.

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