The Fair Is Open

There is a great episode of the sitcom from the 1970’s, The Mary Tyler Moore Show. In this particular episode,  a young man is being given a chance to become a photo-journalist (although he doesn’t really want to do it) at the TV station. There is a big fire and he’s sent out to capture it. He comes back with film of an ant farm and says, “I wanted to show that right near this destruction, life goes on.”

I thought of that when I took this picture this morning.



This is at the entrance to the Grand Prix this weekend. I couldn’t get past this point to take my usual walk around the harbor and through the oh-so-cute Shoreline Village without a ticket. So today as I watch them hilariously try to get the temporary stairs down, smelled the poop of the port-o-potties, and stepped aside as they sprayed every manner of pavement, I thought of that line-“I wanted to show that right near the destruction, life goes on.”

Once again, downtown Long Beach, and the shorefront marina area in particular, is my sleepy little quiet beachfront town. Of course, government just wants their big event, and if the money pays for stuff that we locals enjoy, then that’s cool. The cynic in me thinks not, and I could question whether it really is economically that feasible as it is inconvenient for many as there are months that go into the construction of all things necessary, but that would take work.

But I’ll leave that to others to bitch about. How much the race gets in the way, rar rar rar rar.

I’m just glad to have my walk back.


From My View

I stand on the veranda of my apartment. Wait. I can’t lie to my readers. I’m on the third floor fire escape looking down on the street as the race fans walk to and from the Long Beach Grand Prix and I come to one conclusion, people are stupid.

Just kidding.

Really quite the opposite. People are amazing in their variety. All the various shapes and sizes, colors and what the hell is she wearing? How could someone so large wear something so small? Well more power to her for being that comfortable with her body.

I love to people watch and it got me to thinking about something. Amy Poehler had an amazing video that everyone should see. It’s about what we watch. It’s about the bad that we see. And so as I stand here looking out into the sunshine and being entertained by all these people, I’m going to suggest you take three minutes (if you haven’t seen it) and watch her speak.

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A Conversation Between Angels XXXVIII

“Hello Father.”

“Good Morning Son.”

“You look rather pensive this morning, head in hands looking down. You’re usually having breakfast at this time.”

“It’s just been such a tragic week down there. Sometimes I feel hopeless not being able to do anything.”

“Is it time for me?”

“Oh my Me no. Can you imagine how fast they’ll fight over you, make last time look like a blood test.”

“Yes I remember thank you, I still have the scars. But shucks I really want to meet Oprah.”

“Yeah she’s a good one.”

“Why can’t you do anything to stop the loss of life like that, with creating being your thing.”

“Well I just sort of made the deal with myself. Start it and then not stop it. Besides the human race is the only one that messes up what I’ve created. The rest works harmoniously. Still it’s sad, there’s such potential. I mean even in those bombings look what it did to the human spirit.”

“Do you think they’ll ever just get it right?”

“We can only pray Son, we can only pray. Now let’s go get some waffles.”

Start Your Engines



This weekend, here in Long Beach, California, is the annual Toyota Grand Prix. What that means to me is…absolutely nothing.

Well I take that back. The line in 7-11 is sooo long. I guess that’s just about it. I like to watch the cars practice on Thursday walking  over Shoreline Drive the same way I’d ride my bike and watch the planes practice for the air show in Chicago. I don’t think that I’d really go to the race. It seems fairly boring to just sit there and watch. Besides I don’t drink anymore, so I couldn’t have one of their large beers.



The locals here don’t really like it and many leave town. It’s really hard to park  here normally so an event like this makes people insane. They also start setting things up in February so it robs us of beach space to throw frisbees and the children-the poor children-have less spots to get high. But for me, I walk to the beach and instead of turning right and running around the marina where the event is located, I turn left and there’s miles to run or walk. I also don’t mind crowds unlike many. Plus it’s 80 this weekend, I don’t have a car, so who’s to complain. Since I design websites and write, the only “trouble” is when I get tired of hearing the car noise, which really just sounds like bugs flying and is oddly soothing, I put on The Bangles.

Maybe it’s soothing because I was way into racing when I was a kid. I held Membership Number 350,267 in the Dan Gurney Racing Sticker Club. Each month you received a couple of stickers-the very kind that adorn race cars. You would place them in their proper position (get it) in this scrapbooky kind of thing. Then you could look at it. Not much but I thought it was kind of cool. Felt like I was part of something. And that’s probably what it’s all about for race fans. As I’ve walked the past two days and seen the people going toward the entrances, there’s a lot of similarities: lots of bellies, lots of colorful shirts emblazoned with emblems and mostly guys. The only hot girls I saw were giving away samples and they’re probably all over the grounds.

But to each his own, everybody wants to belong to something so I say go for it. Nobody’s gotten in my way while I was walking and even thought every store for two square miles announces “welcome race fans,” no one’s been at the grocery store. Maybe later when they need libations for their hotel rooms.

So I figured I should write about such a big event but I couldn’t find the funny and this is “A comedic perspective.” And then I saw this sign in a store window.



Today is also Earth Day. And that irony cracks me up to no end. I’m very environmentally conscious but the fact that Long Beach is celebrating Earth Day while their biggest cash cow and major event of the year is emitting tons of noxious gases into the air is just testament to the irony of this place, this country and this world. And is really funny.

Enjoy your Saturday, didn’t mean to rub it in about the weather if it’s still cold where you live.


And Then She Said…


Scientists studying the brain and evolution at Occidental College have made some interesting discoveries about cell phones, now that they’ve amassed data over twenty years. It seems that our brains are packed with too much information and interaction need and cell phones have allowed us to evolve and let those synapses fire more easily.

In the 20th Century we had to wait until we got home or to the office to have all the important conversations that we now can do instantly with a cell phone. They say that life expectancy will probably begin to rise in a higher exponential factor not that our brains are not “clogged” with the facts that are reported on an hourly basis.

So go ahead and talk endlessly while walking down the street and driving your car. Your not paying attention to anyone else is actually beneficial to you. And the next time someone sighs while you’re talking on the phone in the grocery store, tell the caller to hold and tell the person how you are only doing what evolution wants.

It is the dawn of a new age. So gossip, talk for hours about nothing, swear for everyone to hear! Viva La Difference!

Water Cooler Talk 4-18-13

Hi Everyone.  I’ve got a dozen or so new followers, so welcome and please comment at any time. Been sick for the last week so I’m going to start with my favorite, the random thoughts “Water Cooler Talk”, usually scheduled for Wednesday then I”ll be back on my daily schedule. I appreciate all the followers, it really makes me want to write and helps to know there are people out there reading my work.

Did the little people that sit on top of wedding cakes ever get divorced?

How come there was never a sequel to Everybody Poops? There’s a lot more bodily functions everyone does.

I think April showers should bring May money trees.

How come it’s never ellipse around the collar?

I was visting my folks and my mom got a cold that she passed on to my dad and then me. And she’s sure that she got it visiting a friend in the hospital. That’s just wrong isn’t it?

How does each generation develop more diseases and conditions? Shouldn’t it be the other way around as technology and medicine advances.

Why do people still try to Moonwalk? Only Michael Jackson got it right-he floated. If you haven’t seen it,

Why do doctors wear white? I mean, come on with all that blood maybe a darker color?

Sesame Street never really had a chance being preceded by Tweety Bird who “thought he thaw a putty tat.”

Maybe it’s just me but Words with Friends looks just like Scrabble.