Flat Tire Paradise

Johnny's Cookies

2012-01-22T11:07:00.000-08:00

These are a big hit around my family at Christmas and originally came from my grandmother Gertrude Kielty.

1 cup shortening (I use butter)
1 cup brown sugar
1 egg
1 3/4 cup sifted flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon soda
1/4 cup thick sour milk (I use sour cream)
3/4 cup pecan haves broken into pieces
1 cup candied cherries (a small container) cut into pieces.
1 pecan half for the top of each cookie

Mix all the ingredients together reserving the pecan halves for the cookie tops. Drop small teaspoonfuls of dough onto a greased cookie sheet. Place a pecan halve on top of each cookie. Bake @ 400 degrees for about 10-11 minutes.

Makes 3 dozen cookies or so.

Zipfizz

2012-01-18T06:15:00.000-08:00

Near the end of last year, someone at zipfizz contacted me to ask if I would consider reviewing their product. Since this is not really the kind of product I would normally use, I was somewhat reluctant. I agreed.

It came in the mail, and got mixed in with Christmas. It was basically their Multi-pack deal with an addition in the form of a zipdrive containing promotional materials. So, nice water bottle, small free zipdrive, and some sample flavors of the energy drink mix.

Everyone, you know me. Good food, good tasting and hearty. That's what I like. Foods with names like eggs, butter, cream, meat, fries, rice. Wholesome foods. During an expedition in the desert, I might drink a 50% solution of Gatorade™ and water. But Gatorade™ is this huge success story, a victory of the mind over the failings of the body. In a crazy pinch on a bike ride or wicked hike where I need some real calories I might use a Honey Stinger™. Typically, I am opposed to this kind of food. Like Dr. David Agus, I am opposed to vitamins, prefer "a good fat diet, olive oil, canola oil, heart healthy eggs, cold water fish." Real food. Good food. On a regular schedule.

Skeptically, I unwrap the package, look at the stuff. Go to the web site and look at the ingredients. A little scary. There's a lot of what I call science ingredients. I notice a couple of foods I recognize, ginger root, ginseng, caffeine. I mix it up. Taste is good. Generally good, a bit vitaminey.

I have a formula for fueling my body during extreme activities, It's an extension of my normal diet. Nothing is quite as good as a pint of ice cream to overcome a major calorie deficit. Possibly, I will keep a few of these zipfizz around for those moments when I need an extra shot of caffeine.

If you like this sort of thing, zipfizz™ is probably a good choice.

jade Beach at Big Sur

2011-12-18T01:26:00.000-08:00

Temple Man

2011-11-19T00:03:00.000-08:00

9/24/2011, Anshan, Liaoning, China. Near the temple of the largest jade Buddha in the world.

Fox Parang XL

2011-11-16T00:01:00.000-08:00

This is a jungle knife, that I just got from Fox Knives. It's made in Italy, I guess, or the USA since there are lots of flags on the website. Nether place has all that much jungle. I have several different jungle knives. Maybe I'll write some reviews, but first I will have to test this one out. Since I don't have a jungle or forest right here in the yard ... well, it might be a few days.

Typically, jungle knives fall into one of two general categories, slashers, and choppers. With a fairly thin blade and knife like edge, this appears true to it's name. A parang is a jungle knife from Borneo, and it's a slasher.

The sheath on this knife is comfortable and has nice features, and appears to be thoughtful. It appears cozy even while wearing it around the office. More later ...

Hey, Did You Ever Ask Yourselves ...

2011-11-05T23:55:00.000-07:00

Dear readers,

Andy Rooney died today. An icon of our generation has passed. Sad, albeit true. He's gone.

... so I have to ask. Did you ever wonder why t-shirts and other comfortable clothes have those irritating little labels on them? Don't you find it unusual that the only part of a 100% cotton t-shirt that isn't cotton is the hive inducing label which says same. There ought be a law.

All my life I am with the shirt trying to figure out how to remove the label with out destroying the shirt. Im my opinion the best tool is the razor blade. I remove all labels from all clothes. Seriously. If I don't remove the label, I get a small square rash direclty under it. Amazing. 2 square inches of hives on the back of the neck. Really not fun.

I understand that dissident spies alway take their labels off all their clothes. I saw that on television. I uderstand that regular spies do this as well. Alledgedly, they take the labels off thier clothes so that no one knows where they shop. I once even had a woman I know ask me if I was a spy because I had no labels on any of my clothes. I don't know why she noticed that, but she did.

I suspect though, that spies actually remove the labels from their clothes because they are so freaking irritating. Imagine James Bond doing his spy job, suddenly having to stop and uncontrollably scratch his label itch. I don't think so. So he removes the labels

There ought to be a law, seriously. Write your congressmen and congresswomen and ask them to pass a law prohibiting irritating label materials and expressly prohibiting labeling which claims "100% cotton" unless the entire shirt including the label is cotton.

Do it now. And save the spies of the world from having to cut the labels out of all their clothes.

Re-Entry

2011-10-20T01:32:00.000-07:00

Re-entry is interesting. I landed in San Francisco in the morning (October 10) and had lost some of my normal sensibilities. I had grown weary of dense crowds, pushy Asianess. Once I had reached San Francisco, I found myself comfortably shoving some overly pushy Asian guy out of the way so I could gather my bag. I am sure he felt that it was reasonable to shove me into the person behind me repeatedly to create a large open space in front of himself, and didn't realize that I might find this objectionable. Regardless, I felt guilty after I shoved him into his precious space to make some room for me and my bag.

I felt miserable from the eleven hours of plane discomfort and the extenuating test of patience that it is, and was dehydrated from the air conditioning ... I was parched and stripped of my well being by the tragic environment of flight. I was also coming down with strep or pneumonia, or some other contagion..Thirty-six hours after my arrival, I will be in the doctor's office with scarlet fever and a thirty-nine degree temp.

I slipped into a cab for the quiet ride home, and a series of joyous reunions. Eighteen days in Asia leaves me wanting for my own bath mat, a bar of soap and drinking water from the tap. The dog runs up and tries to be cordial, but is angry, and doesn't really greet me. It will be days before the dog will greet me properly. I am tired of travel, and glad to be home to the scowling dog.

The comforts of Asia unfold from my satchel. The shorts I wore for days on end work their way toward the laundry ... the shoes that I still haven't put on since my return come out. The camera and 15 or so compact flash cards, it will be a week before I look closely at these. For now, I am afraid to look at my work, fearing the worst.. There's tea, Anxi Tie Guanyin, Iron Goddess, Steel Buddha, Oolong; it comforts me. Sunflower seeds, which will still be on my desk a week later, flavored with some substance, clearly marked on the package in perfect Chinese, wholly unidentifiable to me by taste or other means, feed me. Peanuts, which my mother reminds me are fertilized with “human excrement,” feed me.

This culturalism I hear from my friends and family plagues me. “They use human excrement for fertilizer there.” It's a disease of misinformation. Of misunderstanding. I call it culturalism because it's not directed against the Asian Race, only against the culture of China. The Chinese people are reasonable healthy today, the agricultural practices may be different than ours, but centralization of sewage treatment and composting of wastes, help to make the foods safer to eat.

When I mentioned that I had been to China,. Even my doctor was quick to associate my illness with China, claiming that, after all, ”They are still living close to the animals there,” as a justification for his assertions. His assumption that I was the vector binging disease from China into the US seemed disturbing. Everyone, it seems, knows a lot about China. I think back, and I don't remember these things from my trips to China, from my experiences. I don't remember that anything I was taught about China was necessarily true once I got there. I can't make the stereotypes stick.

By now it's ten days later. I crave for the companionship of my friend in China. I want saucy foods with rice and fish with bones in them. I miss the drone of conversation in another language that I don't even need to try to decipher. I miss that smell of the street, the interesting chatter and compelling noise that is the street in China, interesting places like the Beijing's Hutong, where quiet neighborhood charm and narrow streets make some essential life spill out of the doorways and alleys.

Here it's quiet, the keyboard chatters as I write, David Letterman idles in the background. I am no longer (extremely) sick. I am tuning up my bicycle and the noises of suburbia surround me. And it's a bit boring right at the moment. I am eating with a fork and contemplating stealing some red plastic chopsticks that say “Tsing Tao” on their sides. My culture shock has passed. Welcome to America. Re-entry is complete.

1928 Hawthorne Deluxe

2011-10-16T15:08:00.000-07:00

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Bikes in Yingkou, China

2011-10-14T23:18:00.000-07:00

Dear Canon, ...

2011-10-14T03:43:00.000-07:00

Here's a copy of a letter I received from Canon today regarding my inquiry about repairing my Canon 17-85mm lens:

Dear Shawn Kielty:

Customer service is our number-one priority at Canon U.S.A., Inc. We take great pride in providing you with the best service possible and strive to make your Canon ownership experience enjoyable.

Please take a few minutes to complete a brief online survey and tell us about your experience when you phoned our Technical Support Center on 10/13/2011 14:04:51regarding your Canon product. To access the survey click on the link below, or copy and paste the address into your browser.

https://www.customersat3.com/e.asp?IID=84DBA0FFFD72F0C08357C63910FE1D79

You must be 18 years of age or older to participate. Thank you for your feedback and for being a valued Canon customer.

Sincerely,

Canon U.S.A., Inc.
Customer Support
Please do not reply to this e-mail unless you are having difficulties completing the survey.

That's right, please do not reply ... yeta, yeta, yeta. I don't want to complete your survey. What I want to do is take a few moments to tell you about my experience with your camera on my recent trip to China. During my trip I carried one camera, a Canon 20D, and two lenses, A 10-22mm zoom and a 17-85mm zoom. I'd like to be able to tell you that I made this decision because your gear has been so reliable in the past, but it wouldn't be true.

Last year just before my trip to China, I had to rent a 17-85mm zoom because mine failed miserably, just a few days before I left.

So off I went to China for 18 days with a stripped down version of my normal gear, and a few days into my trip, my 17-85mm lens stops working all together, producing repeatedly the oft reported "err99".   Done.   Epic Fail. I don't want to hear and talk how good your customer service is.

I want to hear and talk about how good your product is. I want to hear you tell me that the quality of your product is your number one priority. I want to brag to my friends about how great your camera is. The way I used to.

Alas, I cannot!

China, Goodbye

2011-10-09T01:52:00.000-07:00

This trip has been amazing, I saw some of the greatest landmarks the world has to offer, the Great Wall, Tiananmen Square. I went to a hospital in China. I was on a tour boat, probably inside the borders of North Korea, I saw several cities, including Beijing. I saw great things, met great people, ate outstanding food and have a myriad of new stories to tell. I was fire cupped. Plus what, I caught a fish! I have been to farms and out to the coast, literally, in every way, off the map (well, my map anyways). I enjoyed reconnecting with the folks I met last year. I think every aspect of my comfort zone was stretched on this trip. It was a good adventure.

Tomorrow, I will say goodbye to China with a tear in my eye. It will be sad to leave my friends. It will be sad to leave the good food, good health, and vibrant energy that I have seen and felt on this trip.

Huge thanks to my friends here in China, who have opened up their lives to share with me and make my stay so enjoyable. So much hospitality. So welcoming and friendly. Thank you.

Yak Bone Pendant

2011-10-08T02:46:00.000-07:00

So the other night I was wandering around in the Hutong with my friend and her friend when we went into theis Tibetan shop. where I spotted a pendant I thought looked cool and right. I asked, he said, "50 yuan," I said "Done."

My friend looked at me in amazement. I had caved immediately without so much as a whimper, violating every tenet of succesful bargaining in a fell swoop.

I said, " what s that. like 8 bucks?" He just offered me a handmade, yak bone, silver and gold plus other stuff pendant that wards off evil and brings good luck in the form of money to a person who wears it, for all of 8 dollars. How could I argue with that. It seems unconsionable to weasel him down to 4 bucks.

Yanjing Beer, Delivered in Bottles by Bicycle.

2011-10-07T04:32:00.001-07:00

Yanjing is the largest beer producer in China. If you made a single beer for everyone in Beijing each day, that would be 22 million bottles of beer a day. Not that Yanjing does that, but according to the wikipedia, "The company has approximately 20,000 employees, and is one of the largest beer manufacturers in China. They produced 3.11 million tons of beer in 2005 alone. "

I have been noticing a phenomena around town, especially in the Hutong, and other areas with very narrow streets. Bicycles are out in numbers delivering large amounts of beer, most of it Yanjing. In the store across the street from my new hotel, I noticed the bottles of Nanjing were all pretty significantly abraded in the widest part of the bottle near the top. I am pretty sure this is from delivering it by bike, especially since I've never seen it delivered any other way.

Now – I am thinking that if you make 3.11 million tons of beer a year, and you deliver it by bicycle, you'll need at least 20,000 employees. They also deliver it by plane I here, to your seat. And to some other countries in the world.

I'll see if I can get a photo of a bike loaded with beer.

Sleeper to Beijing

2011-10-07T03:48:00.001-07:00

6 October 2011, near Shanhaiguan, Qinglong, China

It's dawn. I am on the sleeper from Anshan, Liaoning, China to Beijing. Rivulets of sweat stream down the windows and across the floor. A night times worth of perspiration. A person above me is stirring and little bits of movement rise in sound from around the room. Train personnel sweep through the cabin opening the curtains. A green countryside unfolds, blurred by the sweat condensed on the glass. I am excited to be going to Beijing.

The loud speaker begins it's Mandarin rhythm, a female voice droning on about something unintelligible, to me at least. I am the only Caucasian I have seen for many days on my trip. Bodies begin to unfurl themselves from unbleached white sheets, and gradually it develops in to a cacaphony of unquietness, destroying the peace of my sleep.

There is tea being made. A young woman deftly unfolds down the ladder from somewhere in the sky to artfully find her shoes crammed under the bed below me, without ever touching the floor. The food vendor starts a melodic slow mantra and rolls his cart into the car. My companion stirs. The train is awake.

This could easily be the Nineteenth century, except that the train is very modern. One white guy on a train with 20 coaches of Asia; uniformed train people ply the hall with there goods; their servitude. It could be 100 years ago except the sounds in the room are the smart phones, nooks, kindles, Ipads, PC's of a new generation of China. The sounds of technology enchanting the present. Corn and rice fields arise out of the blurry landscape. The smells of breakfasts being eaten fill the coach. Beijing is in the distance.

and the result

2011-10-05T01:49:00.001-07:00

Home Remedy

2011-10-05T01:24:00.001-07:00

REI Flash 18

2011-10-04T18:18:00.001-07:00

This bag is awesome! Ultralight with hydration capability, waterproofed bulletin cloth and comfortable straps, plus a waist band, make this bag an all around success when you need to carry a few things for a day trip from your hotel. It's an excellent bag to take along empty on your vacation. It's strong and comfortable so could useful on extended ultralight hikes, runs or climbs.

As we know, when travelling, the amount of stuff you ultimately take home can increase, especially if you make friends along the way. Having an extra lightweight bag lets you throw some extra things in to this bag and carry it on to the plane.

On this particular trip, I was planning to ditch my worn out duffel after I delivered all the gifts I carried here to China. The things I carry home as gifts, hopefully will fit into the ultralight bag, making my trip home extra smooth, and without any baggage fees. We will see if I can actually come home with less stuff than I brought.

Four Stars, and So Much More

2011-10-04T05:56:00.001-07:00

This is clearly a four star hotel. It says so everywhere. The trappings are well done, the furnishing appropriate. Grand and stately. Looks great all the way around.

Tomorrow morning I will check out of this place, which has been my home for a few days now. I know which of the staff speak English well, how to get enough water for my needs without using the minibar, when they will ask me for a new deposit. I know how to get to and from the place.

I've learned a few things while I am here. I've learned not to push all the buttons to call elevators, but instead to pick the elevator that looks like it's coming towards me, and push one button. It's like sharing only slightly more complicated. When the clerk asks me for money for a deposit, I immediately claim, "That's too much." It is now what I will do anytime any Chinese person quotes me a price for anything.

He asked me if I'd like to pay 1000 Yuan, I said, "That's too much." He said, "How about 800?" Much better. It doesn't matter, when the charges are all settled they will have charged me what they want and I will have paid it. I can't really resist, and I can't really quite get what they are doing, so I just agree and they charge me.

It doesn't really matter, except I suspect that he expects me to try to negotiate the price down. So from now on. "That's too much" is going to be my mantra.

My room was pretty cozy, two double beds with no heat or air and a toilet who's seat would not stay up. I gently tried to adjust it, and it snapped off in my hands. Yes, I broke the toilet seat off the toilet in my room (awesomely, they fixed it immediately). The shower was pretty good, but there was no way to not be pretty much in the stream. They never once filled the mini bar or washed a glass, or vacuumed. In their defense, they did buy my breakfast every day and make the bed, and they did my laundry about four different times. The fan in the room was exceptionally noisy the first few days, and there was a drain in the floor that was venting sewer gases into the room. These two things combined to make me feel like I was in Asia. Once I learned the trick about the fan the stench from the sewer went away.

Leave the fan on all the time. The noise stops, the smell goes away.
One day with not enough to do I looked at the services, which include a bath house and massage … neither of these were actually available. I was pretty disappointed actually, actually, because I was imagining my self James Bond in Hong Kong with the young Asian masseuse coming to my room to attempt to to seduce me to my death. No. No massage, no bath. They did offer to secure someone from the neighborhood for the massage. I declined. No seduction.

I am not complaining. Just pointing out the features of a four star hotel in China. Once I got accustomed to the idiosyncrasies, I was pretty much delighted. The staff are friendly and helpful, one of the elevators comically announces the wrong floor in English. There's plenty to talk about, I can sit it the empty bar and have a coke or a coffee, and write in my notebook. It is much better than many of the places I've stayed. There's a store that sells the same stuff as the mini bar, for about 25% of the price. It feels like home already.

And now I am leaving. Soon, I will be on a sleeper to Beijing. And I will be at a new hotel. With some stars I hope.

Trouble in Cameraland

2011-10-04T01:11:00.001-07:00

Problem, my 17-85mm Canon zoom lens is hosed. Last year, about 1 day before leaving for China, my 17-85 zoom stopped working – so I rented a similar lens and sent mine to Canon for repair. This year it's a "err99" every time I try to shoot, which is entirely irritating and unproductive. So that leaves me here in China with one lens, a 10-22mm. Great lens, but not so versatile. So now I have 4 days in Beijing, 10 gigabytes of card space, and 1 extreme wide angle lens.

Lets see what I can do with that. It's a big place, wide lens … it might be OK.

P.S. If you want to comment on how to fix this, that's great, but first we can eliminate some things. It's prolly not the camera body, the battery, or the connection on the camera side, or the camera operating software. These all have worked fine to date. And they work flawlessly with the newer wide angle lens. From the research I did, it might be the connection to the lens from the camera, or it might be a failing shutter. I think the err99 is a bad communication with the lens, a problem I once had while shooting under a waterfall in Zion. Apparently getting the camera damp doesn't help it work correctly. The "err99" seems somewhat nebulous as far as problems go, so may not be easy to solve on the road.

I packed somewhat sparsely on this trip, so didn't bring a lot of extras. Note to self: Next time bring the 50mm prime lens. Next time in China I want it to be 4 stars all around and 4x5's.

P.P.S. Ironically, right after I wrote this I went through the lens and cleaned it and worked all the controls and put it on the camera … and it's working. A hunch. One of the switches for IS or auto-focus was in a position exactly between the fully switched locations.

Small Farm in Northeast china

2011-10-02T14:18:00.001-07:00

This Sea of China ...

2011-10-02T01:20:00.001-07:00

I remember when Herb Caen, Pulitzer prize winning icon of three dot journalism, when to China. He wrote this great bit about taking Polaroids of people and having a line form of people to get one. He was so novel, and so was the Polaroid. His detailed description of the crushing force of the Chinese people, rushes into my mind today.

Last time I was here, I remember people calling out to me "Waiguoren," which means "foreigner." I remember young people rushing up to me to test out their English. "Hallo!" I recognized my rarity, how novel I was. For some reason this year, I am noticing that people are staring at me. Sometimes they look away, but sometimes they stare me down. They are staring at me as if they have never seen a white person before. I look around and realize that I am the only white person. In fact I have only seen a very few white people at all, and no Americans. Not even ugly ones. No fat American demanding ice for the beer. Not one American complaining about having to pay to pee. I am virtually alone in a sea of China. One American in a sea of China.

I've been on the road a few days now and I am a bit tired. Nine days to be exact. The temperature overnight was one degree Celsius, clearly indicating to me that my beachcomber attire is probably done for this trip. The choice of two pairs of shorts and one pair of pants was just slightly wrong, and not bringing a jacket has proven to trouble my hosts more than I, but over the next 9 days, I will need one. I have been using the hotel laundry service to keep me in clean clothes, and I have been trying to find a warmer day to launder my pants, since the hotel wants to keep them overnight. I need to buy some clothes.

Being in any foreign country is hard, but this part of China is very challenging. Walking around is a problem because of the amount of traffic, and although there may not be a huge threat all the time, the omnipresence of scooters, bicycles and larger projectiles, makes feeling secure, even on the sidewalk, somewhat difficult. If you stop near the curb, a sea of pedestrians pushes you into the street. Finding a quiet spot to change lenses, or write a note to self, requires putting yourself behind some sort of barrier and hoping no vehicle hits it while you're distracted.

Additionally, the language barrier is considerable. Only occasionally, will someone venture forward with spoken English. Often, they are high schoolers testing out their new English to see if it really works. They say "Hello, how are you?" and giggle with their friends when they hear a reply. Not much help if you are trying to buy some yogurt, or a pair of pants. Even with my friend and her family it's a bit difficult, being the only other English speaker, she says twice as much if I am trying to speak with one of her family.

It's tiring. After yesterday's adventure into the burning corn fields of China, and fishing, everyone seemed tired. We had a simple dinner of rice noodles and a movie, and agreed to take today off, I can do some chores, sleep in, maybe take a walk in the park.

So I got up this morning and headed out in to the streets, grabbing a hotel business card on the way out and headed to the park. Well. I never made it to the park. Yesterday was National Day, and this week, Golden Week, is a big travel week. There are a lot of people here and it's quite crowded on the streets. Plus what, I had no idea how tired I was. I made a big circle, stumbled on to the KFC I had eaten in before, and had a Chinese chicken burrito for breakfast, and headed back to the hotel for a two hour nap. I lounged over that and took an extra long shower.

I ate a bowl of instant ramen from the mini-bar. Like the burrito, it was good. There were no bones in it. No garbage within the food that has to be sorted with tongue and teeth, no delightfully fine fish bones, no pork rib bones, no chicken bones, no crab cleaning, no shrimp head sucking, just pure carbohydrates with a fork. No pressure to eat something I possibly wouldn't.

I don't eat KFC at home, so why would I here. One, I know what's on the menu, so I can just point at it and get it. Two, it's familiar and ready to eat, it's probably safe. Three, I suspect that the chicken industry in China probably hasn't been modernized in the same way as it is in the West. I prefer to think that the chickens are farm raised and scratch fed, in a pleasant and attractive way, without a lot of chemicals in their diets. Managed by human energy, as it were. Maybe I am deluded, but it sure tasted good.

So … today. A day of rest in a sea of Chinese. Respite. Warm showers. Hotel mini-bars. Afternoon naps.

2011-09-30T17:24:00.001-07:00

Well, except for a cup of instant coffee last night after dinner, I haven't had coffee for about 4 or 5 days. I've been drinking tea. This morning it's hotel branded Wulong tea ...

Red Beach, Red Cranes ... Red Everywhere

2011-09-30T02:05:00.001-07:00

Summer's over, by the way. If you happen to be writing about yesterday's typhoons and Asia, flooding in Southeast Asia, and Southern China ... it's not the worst weather of the Summer, because it's happenning in the Fall. It did rain in Northeast China yesterday, but today was sunny.

So we drove out to Red Beach. Red Beach is a misnomer actually, because technically. Red Beach is a swamp. It's part of the tidal waters around the mouth of the Liao or Liaohe River. I think the map calls it "Liaohe Kou." Not important really. It was a couple hours drive and we hired a guide for 300 Yuan, which might have included the entry fee.

The red color is caused by a swamp plant which one website refers to as a sea blight. I need a Botanist about now. as you can see it's red in the fall and there's alot of it.

It is ... I'm guessing ... part of the habitat of the "endangered, threatened and nearly extinct" Red Crane, which according to my friend, there are only a few left. The picture shows a couple of them, a breeding pair if I understood the conversation correctly. It is possible to feed this one a few fish from a bucket, but it appears his beak doesn't line up quite right.

I struggle a bit with the presence of oil pumpers and pipelines in the midst of a seemingly fragile environment. Is it bad or good?

“Museum for Chinese Volunteers Fighting with Korean Against the Imperialist Americans”

2011-09-29T01:17:00.001-07:00

I am not making this up. "The Americans were defeated in Korea, using the superior technology of the Chinese." In Dandong, the location of the Chinese and Korean Friendship Bridge, there is a museum to honor the soldiers who bravely fought against the Americans. And I was there. At the museum. I am pretty sure the soldiers deserve it, and the Chinese people as well. It is a fitting monument to the soldiers and people of China. It's not really that kind to the Americans, however.

My father fought in Korea, in the navy. I never knew we sent troops to Taiwan. I guess we were always too busy talking about the great war to spend any time about Korea. I was pretty much ignorant of the whole affair. Until a couple of days ago. I understand Seoul changed hands 10 times during the Korean war. When we talk about the Korean war we talk about it in terms of "Police Action" or "Korean Conflict."

Not the Chinese. They talk about it being the time they helped their Korean friends push the imperialist Americans out of North Korea. Apparently they kicked our asses using soup cauldrons and kettle drums.

It was an interesting place that museum. The photos are some examples of the superior technology used by the Chinese during the Korean War. Perhaps I am being a bit unfair in my representation. There were solid examples of arms, artillery, and aircraft as well. I didn't see any compelling examples of superior technology, however.

When It Just Isn't Right

2011-09-28T07:07:00.001-07:00

We arrived by train in Dandong late in the evening. It was already dark and we needed to find a place to stay that would accept Americans. My friend and I had outlined a basic plan which included a hotel with a river view, since the Yalu River was the main attraction.

Her father, however, was heavily engaged in a conversation with a stranger, her grating voice tearing into my ears and interfering with my idea of what was going to happen. I usually like to take a few moments to gather my perspective, get my bearings, allow my soul to catch up … etc. It absolutely wasn't going to happen. We quickly walked away from the train station following the grating voice into darkness. I mean literal darkness. Dimly lit streets, dark streets, a dark hotel. The hotel was pretty smelly, odorous. The rooms were a reasonable size for me, I just barely need a few square feet of anything flat.

The hallways had people sitting in chairs in them. The doors to people's rooms were open. It reminded me of sketchy resident hotels in America. Every one of my emergency warning indicators was blaring; No! I would be afraid to leave my room. I was already feeling trapped.

My friend asked me, "Is this going to be Ok?" I started into a series of "I'm not sure's" and bolted outside to find out if there was a store nearby. Since I had lost control of the situation I was unsure of the availability of bottled water and had a variety of other concerns. I couldn't get out of the place fast enough.
It quickly became clear that this was a no.

Now. I am not normally afraid. I've stayed in some really sketchy places in the world, including residence hotels, with some pretty sketchy folks. So why was this so wrong.

One, we were led there by a stranger. When travelling, we need strangers. Stranger give us guidance, local knowledge, kindnesses, sometimes friendship. They may offer us future opportunities, as the young man I met in Qianshan Park did, "When you return to China, would you like to visit my family in Jilin?" But they may also steal from us, mislead us, can harm us, may lead us into danger. One day while I was travelling in Cheoung Ju, South Korea, a man noticed that I had my passport in my front shirt pocket, and then invited my to accompany him for tea into a basement doorway with no signs. I graciously declined, claiming business responsibilities, and immediately walked away.

Two, egress from the hotel was unsafe. The doorway opened directly into the sidewalk without any opportunity to see what was outside, and it was dark. Big hotels tend to have big entryways and people around, and are well lit. It is easy to identify what's happening just outside the door from inside.

Three, services that I wanted seemed unavailable. Since I wasn't consulted at any time during the process of finding the room and seeing it, I was unable to find out if I could get what I needed from the hotel.

Four, I didn't feel safe in the common areas of the hotel. There's no way to state this strongly enough. The hotel with even the most minimal of services is part of your livelihood while travelling. Not being able to travel freely down to the front desk is a deal breaker.

Clearly, it takes more than a flat spot on the floor to make me happy. We went off to find a different hotel.

Bicycle Fisherman, Dandong, Liaoning, China

2011-09-28T01:08:00.001-07:00

Unrelated Person Don't Enter

2011-09-28T00:42:00.001-07:00

Ticket Office, Dandong, Liaoning, China.

Fisherman at the China and North Korea Friendship Bridge, Dandong, China

2011-09-27T17:17:00.001-07:00

So now I am back in Anshan, China, drinking Longling Tea and reflecting on my recent trip to Dandong.

Yalu River Cruise

2011-09-27T06:02:00.001-07:00

The port in China.

China on the right, North Korea on the left.

Tiger Mountain Great Wall

The basic plan for today was to see the Yalu River and the Tiger Mountain Great Wall.

So we headed out to the river in Dandong, and while I wandered around shooting photos of the river and the Korean Peace Friendship Bridge or whatever exactly it is called, and looking across the river at what is North Korea, my friend Michelle's father was expertly arranging a Yalu River cruise for the three of us.
Since I am expressly forbidden by two governments, my own and the North Koreans, from entering the People's Democratic Republic of Korea (DPRK), I was skeptical. Since I realize the consequences include being rescued by Bill Clinton, I repeated interrogated my friends … "are you sure about this?" I was repeatedly reassured it was cool.

I put on the life jacket, got in the boat and hung on. The boat was a fairly powerful and well handling outboard and the pilot made sure we knew it. We ripped though the torrid waters of the Yalu river at high speed and drove immediate past a boat containing DPRK soldiers and directly to the shore of North Korea, actually speaking to people on the shore. At one point we were less than a few feet away from the shore of North Korea.

At one point, well most of the time actually, both shores of the river were North Korea. Clearly we were entirely within the country at this point. I shot photos of the Tiger Mountain great wall, from well within the boundary of North Korea.

The boundary between China and north Korea is clearly porous. At one point they asked if I would buy cigarettes for some soldiers on the other side. I didn't buy them but but my imagination tells me they would have approached the shore and tossed them to someone on land.

The idea of people or large amounts of substance crossing the border via the river seems quite tenable. I felt like a spy on a mission. I could imagine it. I could imagine my photo journalist friends trying to stretch the rules for a good photo, a temptation I ultimately resisted.

We approached a North Korean woman on the shore by boat. She was doing laundry in the Yalu river. With a 200mm lens this could have been a National Geographic cover. Seriously good stuff. A woman in the boat was taunting the woman into looking up with "Anno hisayo's." The woman on the beach was clearly disturbed by being taunted at by her Chinese counterparts. The dramatic difference in the quality of life that the two women had was glaring and profound.

I was embarrassed by it, and surprised. The classic shot turned into a screaming woman, and I missed the shot. The strange thing is … I can't possible imagine myself capitalizing on her simplistic life. Especially after witnessing her anger.

Just a note ... added as an after thought. Did I truly have the Journalist"s will, I would have been driven to share her tragedy with the people of the world. I felt no such desire.

Staff Revolt

2011-09-25T18:05:00.001-07:00

I am drinking tea in my room. It's a sophisticated tes, some fancy oolong for kings. 6 yuan ($1) at the mini bar. Apparently I am spending too much on incidentals at the hotel and the staff is refusing me. Yesterday the room services person didn't want to restock the mini bar and told me that if I wanted bottled water, she would go buy it for me. I'm guessing it's somehow offensive to her for me to pay 12 yuan, for a 3 yuan bottle of water.

This morning I went down to the lounge to get some coffee and they just basically ignored me. I wonder if they find it surprising that I would dish out 48 yuan for a 12 yuan cup of coffee.

It's more likely that my American English speaking exotic presense may have overwhelmed them, so I suspect they were just unwilling to approach me. After a while I returned to my room for the tea.

8 dollars is too much for a cup of coffee. Last night I had some Steel Buddha tea, and this morning it's Anxi Tie Guanyin, which means, Iron Buddha tea. I think it's more interesting than coffee ... all those "endless aftertastes".

2011-09-25T00:34:00.001-07:00

China, Day 2, "You Should Follow Me"

2011-09-24T08:41:00.001-07:00

Anshan, Liaoning, China.

Today was a day like getting ready. I had a free breakfast at the hotel … meh. I went to Michelle's with gifts and to visit her family. It was warm and friendly and a nice reunion. We had a modest lunch which included some delicious locally grown Asian pears, and fresh corn, which roughly approximates what I might describe as "field" corn. Not much like the sweet corn one finds in the shelves in America. This was textured and chewy, with a rich grainy flavor.

It was nice to see everyone and despite being delayed for a couple of hours at the hairdresser, we had a great feast for dinner, thanks to Michelle's "Uncle." If you look closely at the picture you'll see it contains some interesting foods, for the head suckers out there, some head-on shrimp. Some native blue colored crab. An indescribably good salt water fish. Pumpkin, eggplant, and silkworm chrysalis. Plus a fungus native to only to this (Liaoning?) area of China. A couple of kinds of pork. It was decisively good.

Today we also went to a travel agent and booked a 5 day tour to Beijing. And made decisions regarding several days between our trip to Dandong and the Tiger Mountain Great Wall, and our trip to Beijing. Perhaps we will go to Juimenkou Great Wall and the city of Panjin, on the coast.

The tour to Beijing include the Great wall and bicycling in the Hutong, and several other days of stuff. It's all described clearly in Chinese on the tour description … of which I will get some English language version of tomorrow or in a few days. You will get intimate details later, dear readers.

Welcome to China (revised)

2011-09-23T18:01:00.001-07:00

2011 September 24, Global Hotel, Anshan, China

I've arrived. My friend Michelle and her father, who I just call Bab, met me at the Airport. We ate at San Bao. We checked into the four star hotel, where I think my friend has arranged the maid's room for me at the deeply discounted price of 150 ¥ (Yuan), or about 20 dollars a night. That's roughly the same as 3 cups of coffee in the hotel bar. It's perfectly good, despite being far from the elevator, and having the noisiest fan ever in the bathroom, it is comfy and has a good view.

I immediately checked out the service and maintenance by plugging in my 125v rated adapter into the 220v wall socket, which caused a minor explosion and the lights to go out in my end of the hotel. Housekeepng and maintenance and a bit of trickery, and I am wired, wirelessly, here in China.

My trip started fairly ineffectively, with my sleeping through the alarm until my ride to the airport arrived. One of the nice side effects to good planning is that delays like oversleeping, are counteracted by proactive buffering of travel time to the airport, and reliable friends that show up a few minutes early.
Since I was still early for my flight, I was sitting there on the bench when Jeff Foott walked directly in front of me and sat down next to me. Jeff has been my friend since we went down the Colorado River together in 2003 with Jack Dykinga and an awesome group. I don't hear much from Jeff, but hear some of the various workshops and trips that he's doing. Jeff is a fairly notable biologist and wildlife videographer, and a great still photographer, having done some ground breaking work for the discovery Channel and National Geographic, among others.

We quickly caught up, and Jeff told me that he was on his way to Mongolia, a place he frequently has traveled recently. He has a new project with Dykinga and Justin Black which they are calling "Visionary Wild."

It was good to see him. I felt like a world traveler suddenly. Perhaps we can stay in better touch.
While standing in line for security a woman dropped her suitcase on me. Then turns out she was on my flight, and sitting across the aisle from me. She will show me around a bit in Beijing while I'm there. Says she can show me some local secrets … places a tour will never take me.

Welcome to China

2011-09-23T17:36:00.001-07:00

2011 September 24, Global Hotel, Anshan, China
I've arrived. My friend and her father, who I just call Bab, met me at the Airport. We ate at San Bao. We checked into the four star hotel, where I think my friends has arranged for me the maid's room at the deeply discounted price of 150 ¥ (Yuan), or about 20 dollars a night. That's roughly the same as 3 cups of coffee in the hotel bar. It's a great price for the room, even in China.

My trip started fairly ineffectively, with my sleeping through the alarm until my ride to the airport arrived. One of the nice side effects to good planning is that delays like oversleeping, are counteracted by proactive buffering of travel time to the airport, and reliable friends that show up a few minutes early.
Since I was still early for my flight, I was sitting there on the bench when Jeff Foott walked directly in front of me and sat down next to me. Jeff has been my friend since we went down the Colorado River together in 2003 with Jack Dykinga and an awesome group. I don't hear much from Jeff, but hear some of the various workshops and trip that he's doing. Jeff is a fairly notable biologist and wildlife videographer, and a great still photographer, having done some ground breaking work for the discovery Channel and National Geographic, among others.

We quickly caught up, and Jeff told me that he was on his way to Mongolia, a place he frequently has traveled recently. He has a new project with Dykinga and Justin Black which they are calling "Visionary Wild."

It was good to see him. I felt like a world traveler suddenly. Perhaps we can stay in better touch.
While standing in line for security a woman dropped her suitcase on me. Then turns out she was on my flight, and sitting across the aisle from me. She will show me around a bit in Beijing while I'm there. Says she can show me some local secrets … places a tour will never take me.

China

2011-09-21T23:44:00.000-07:00

I have all my stuff packed (your stuff too), I am ready to go. See you on the other side. Or sooner. I'll try to post in the meantime.

I'm Packing for China

2011-09-21T01:38:00.000-07:00

Interesting point. Things that are easy to buy ... shirts, socks, shorts. No problem. Things that are hard to buy, be sure to pack. Just imagine yourself trying to buy a laxative in a store without being able to speak the language. Or imagine trying to figure out the difference between laundry soap and breakfast cereal in a store where you can't read any of the packaging.

Camera:

3 lenses (10-22mm, 17-85mm, 70-200mm)
2 battery Chargers
Canon 20D body
about 10 gigabytes of Compact Flash Cards (Thank you Kristina)
card reader
3 batteries for Camera
Small ultralight backpack

Clothing:

2 shorts
1 pants
6 socks
5 Undies
3 xford Shirts
4 t-shirts with America on them!
Running Shoes
Flip-flops (yay!)
Raincoat
Umbrella

Hygiene:

Razor
Shave cream
Soap
Hand towl
Shampoo
Toothbrush and tooth paste, floss.
Toilet paper
Condoms
Wet wipes

Meds:

Ibuprofen
Immodium
Laxative
Bandaids
Antacid
Cipro
Vitamin C
Copy of insurance card
Vaccination Record

Logistics and Navigation:

Passport
Money in the right currency
Visa
Phone
Guide Books
Phrase Books
Light
Maps
Gps
Monocular
Extra Glasses + a copy of current perscription

Entertainment and Electronics:

Ipod
Cords, adapters and Card readers, chargers.
Computer

Gifts:

Booze for the men and food for the women is always a good approach. Adhoc gifts to augment the pile and offer to new people isn't a bad idea either.

Something to carry it all in.

Trip day in just 36 hours away

I'll have a Gin and Tonic

2011-09-17T04:42:00.000-07:00

Apparently, If I go to Yunnan province, I've entered the malaria enchanted region of the world. I went out to the CDC website and read a -- well, way to many advices -- and found out that I need to go to the doctor. I need to get some gin and tonic -- or perhaps a real anti malarial.

And there's this:

Avoid Injuries
Car crashes are a leading cause of injury among travelers. Protect yourself from these injuries by:
•Not drinking and driving.
•Wearing your seat belt and using car seats or booster seats in the backseat for children.
•Following local traffic laws.
•Wearing helmets when you ride bikes, motorcycles, and motor bikes.
•Not getting on an overloaded bus or mini-bus.
•Hiring a local driver, when possible.
•Avoiding night driving.

OK -- so this is an advisement for China. Did anyone even consider mentioning that you should "Stay the heck out of the street," if you want to stay alive?

The link is here: http://wwwnc.cdc.gov/travel/destinations/china.htm#notices

New China Plan ...

2011-09-17T04:04:00.000-07:00

.. there isn't one. We are bantering, my travelling companion and I, around two basic ideas. A grand daddy tour going from Shenyang to ~~Myanmar~~ Yunnan, including destinations like Xi'an and Chengdu, with a side trip to Beijing ... or a coastal adventure around Shanghai ... plus Beijing.

I am just a few days from leaving and ... again, I have no plan. On the phone tonight we decided to not worry about it, and figure it out as we go. This might be the first person I have met to plan as I do. After all -- I have a Blackberry, with navigation and an international data plan.

China

2011-09-16T01:54:00.000-07:00

Interested readers,

I am going to China again. The basic plan is to fly to Shenyang, ride to Anshan and see my friend. Then travel to Shanghai, and Beijing. 18 days, all tallied. This is cool. Shanghai is cool travel destination. So is Beijing.

Hotels in Beijing

2011-09-08T23:55:00.000-07:00

I am thinking that parking may be a problem ... there are definately a lot of hotels

Searchqu Toolbar Browser Helper Object Removal from Firefox

2011-09-06T23:45:00.000-07:00

Ok -- we ll I am not going to go into what an insidious piece of shit this is, but I think I managed to remove a search engine BHO from my system.

1. Check the Add-ons and toolbars sections of your browser and disable any addons that are searchqu or datamanager. Do this for all browsers. Set the default search engine for each browser to something you like.

2. Go to Settings > Add Remove Software and find "Windows Searchqu ..." and remove it.

3. Find the c:\progarm files\Windows Searchqu * folder and use a powerful tool to remove it. McAfee provides a tool with their anti virus software. Destroy the entire folder and all of it's contents. Check repeatedly to make sure it's really gone.

3. Search the registry for "searchqu" and delete the folders or keys. Be careful to delete all the searchqu matching keys and not any neighboring important ones. Be stubborn, because there are many keys. Make sure you get them all.

4. Restart your machine.

Good luck. Feel free to send me an email if you have questions.

8/15/2011 Takasaki, Japan

2011-09-02T00:50:00.000-07:00

I'm standing facing the mirror in a somewhat less than private area where there is a sink next to the washing machine. I'm shaving. Frankly, I am trying to be extremely careful not to cut myself, but I am nervous because 郭洁 (Guo Sie) is watching very intently. Because she is an adult with some experience in the the world, one might guess that she has seen a man shave before – but it seems not. Perhaps she has never had an opportunity to study it in any detail. Perhaps, like other Asians -- her body virtually hairless, she has never bothered with a razor. I muse a bit in a very Murrayesque way that she is just wanting to see if I shave up or down. I am trying very hard not to cut myself as we discuss hair removal using out fingers, shaving cream and a razor.

Without good use of a common language, the best way to describe what I am doing – shaving, in case you've forgotten – is to point and touch and scrape, and strangely she is surprisingly interested. I grow concerned when she starts pointing out the hairs I have missed. It's a surprisingly intimate moment. I secretly wish in some abhorent fantasy, that she is holding the razor.

She's not however, so I continue not to cut myself because it's in the world traveler's guide that I hold in my head. This is the list I've compiled over the years, advise of veterans, doctors, things I read in guide books, tidbits from my personal experience. “Do not shave.” it says. “Do not enter a body of water, even if it's a bathtub.” What about a shower? “Never eat pizza in Korea. Don't drink the tap water.” What about ice cubes? “If it's not baked, bottled, or boiled … it goes on ... “Carry Cipro, get vaccinated before you go.” The list goes on. “Never go barefoot.” It's exhausting. “Never try to program the toilet ...”

In my mind I know that the risk of a trip ending event increases if I break these rules. When I went to get vaccinated, Japanese encephalitis had been dropped from the list of vaccines and there were no advisories of any kind regarding health, health care, or behavior. They did mention however, that if you will have a new lover, an hepatitis B vaccination is recommended. It seems that Japan is somewhat safe to visit as long as you don't have sex with the natives, or get hit by a car because you forget that they drive on the left side of the street. It seems Japan has actually managed to escape from the third world.

When you leave the cities and travel with local residents things can get out of control. You find yourself being offered hot, fresh home grown corn on a farm in rural China that your generous host has just rinsed in well or rain water to cool it off. Suddenly, there's an awkward decision. Do I take the corn and run the risk of dysentery, any sort of odd unknown parasite, bacterias and viruses, or even typhoid, or do I decline and insult everyone, including my kind friends that brought me here. I enjoy the corn and take my chances. I have no idea that just being on a farm in rural China is going to result in a interesting shoe sanitation problem in Customs in San Francisco. But the corn was quite good.

So I have been here in Japan just a few days now and I think I have broken every rule. We went to an outdoor onsen, or hot spring. We hiked in the water at Lake Haruna. Gou Sie is apoplectic, because of my tendency to just walk out side barefoot, and then back into the house. Apparently there's a mysterious invisible barrier where outside shoes and inside feet must never cross. I drank the gifts of the God of Water the at the top of Haruna Shrine. I have been in several bath houses. I have eaten raw fish, there's been an earthquake, I mostly likely have been radiated, and I possibly was struck by lightning.

And now, I have cut myself. It might be a good thing that I brought the cipro.

The Other Side ...

2011-09-01T02:13:00.000-07:00

I am back from Japan. I spent 12 days in Japan. I am suffering from jet-lag and strep throat. I am recovering. I have stories to tell about Japanese baths and rice growing in the front yard, and Kyoto and Tokyo ... subways trains and ... umbrellas and thunderstorms. see ya soon.

Did I mention the toilets ... because they were generally good, and funny.

It's a small world after all ...

2011-08-09T23:22:00.000-07:00

... and I have friends all over the place. It's trip day. Tomorrow morning, I will fly to Japan to explore the wonders of the world, yet again. It turns out that I have some friends there.

New friends and old friends. I am excited. I'll see you all on the other side of the world. Or when I get back.

Planning ... and Asia.

2011-07-29T01:28:00.000-07:00

I tried. Really tried. To make a comprehensive plan for my trip to Japan. This has happened before. Everytime I have been to Asia. There's no way to plan it, Every time I have been to Asia I have had a host. There's no way to plan if you have a host.

In 1997 I went to Tokyo as a teacher of a software application. My host was Ohmura-san. and I had 8 students. Every day they picked me up at my hotel. They took me everywhere they could. We ate, drank, and explored Tokyo. We drank tequila and scotch. Went to clubs, restaurants, old Tokyo. They dropped me off at my hotel each night.

When I went to Korea in 1996 I had a bit more freedom. I taught at a hogwan ... we would explore the city ... and just take a cab home. AI learned my way and took cabs and found my way around.

When I went to China my friend took care of everything. Crossing the street. Everything. Where to eat, what to do. Where to go, When to nap. what to see -- where to travel. Awesome.

So now I am going to Japan; to visit my friend. And she is doing everything, as much as I try, she is going to make the plan. I think I am just going to go with it.

Per Volquartz

2011-07-20T00:40:00.000-07:00

My friend and mentor, Per Volquartz passed away on Sunday morning. I feel a profound sense of loss, I am lost, my spirit bereft of inspiration, adrift, at least for the moment.  I weigh the cost of a flight to Pasadena, the value of seeing the body, the presence and weight of my friends at his service. Our value to each other as we find a way to carry on. My unemployment and my lack of miles ... perhaps I can find a way there.

I imagine myself there, at his service. I stand at the podium before eighty or so of our friends, to eulogize about a great friend. I look into the eyes of my friends and tears begin to flow. I begin.

Knowing Per, brings change to one's life. I first met Per online. First thing he says is can I bring someone I don't know to Lake Shasta. When I got to Shasta, it was comfortable to meet him. It was as though I had known him all my life. His greeting was filled with joy and kindness and laughter. I sensed instantly that I had found a kindred spirit. I remember I got thrown out of the hotel we were staying in.

He had some people with him. People warm and welcoming, the people in this room, people who would grow to be my friends.  They were other people like Per, that liked Per too, and thought he had something interesting to say. Per was clearly a leader in his community. In this community, and in a bigger community. In places like Denmark and Shanghai, where Per was admired, respected and rewarded for a lifetime of work. Of good work. He studied with some great men. I think I remember him telling me that he studied with Minor White, met Ansel Adams.  Per was an academic and a scholar, and a humble teacher, and a good mentor. In places like Zion Canyon and Joshua Tree, and his quiet kitchen in Pasadena. He taught us his tedious love of photography. We soaked it up.  He gave his love for art and photography freely and with love. He was inspiring.   I want to remember him standing up talking, sharing his love.

Per Volquartz taught us something much richer than his love for photography.   Per loved life. There's a glimmer of love in my past that Per reminded me of so many times, a girl in a Springdale, Utah restaurant that I might have loved.   "You should go and find her," he would say. In a quiet unassumimg way, Per repeatedly reinforced a much richer notion than photography, that we should be inspired to live well. Through his example, we saw an appreciation of life, of living. An example that we can long admire. He taught us to love, and to care for each other, and to care for what we do, the way that he so kindly cared for us, nurtured us.

And now, he is gone. He is teaching us to grieve. In the midst of that, he leaves me with all these friends, that I know will share the joy I can feel at having even a few brief moments to share with a great man. We are the lucky ones.

We need to drink some port and make some platinum prints, and celebrate a life well lived.

Open Faced Crabcake "Sandwich" with Cucumber Salad

2011-07-02T14:12:00.000-07:00

When I was young, Friday night often was started with salmon patties, a fairly simple dinner that my mother used to make involving a can of cleaned red salmon, an egg, a handful of soda crackers, a bit of tartar sauce and some french fries. We didn't know that this was an exercise in thrift, turning one can of salmon into dinner for a family. For us it was just Friday night.

So, this quick Saturday lunch with my mother is made in that general spirit. Clean, simple fun with food. I also made one of mother's favorite dishes to go alongside, a simple cucumber salad ala Jacques Pepin, julienned cukes with a simple olive oil and basalmic vinegar dressing with cracked pepper and salt.

The crab cakes are of the Maryland style, using my free sample of Old Bay Seasoning (that's like being sponsored), soda crackers and an egg, along with mustard, mayonaise, dry mustard, and worchestershire sauce, salt and pepper, and fresh parsely, and 1/2 pound of crab meat. 1/2 t. of each of the Old Bay and dry mustard. 1/2 T of Lee and Perrins. 1/4 cup mayo, and 1 T. Dijon mustard. Juice from 1/2 lemon.

A simple tartar sauce using a t. of relish and 2 t. mayo, plus a skosh of lemon juice and black pepper, finishes it off nicely, and adding a pan seared slice of whole wheat french bread under the crap cake rounds out the meal.

Japan

2011-05-25T01:20:00.000-07:00

I was in Japan, in 1997. I am going back in August.

The Potter, a poem by Pablo Neruda

2011-04-19T00:00:00.000-07:00

Your whole body holds
a stemmed glass or gentle sweetness destined for me.

When I let my hand climb,
in each place I find a dove
that was looking for me, as if
my love,they made you of clay
for my very own potter's hands.

Your knees, your breasts,
your waist,
are missing in me, like in the hollow
of a thirsting earth
where they relinquished
a form,
and together
we are complete like one single river,
like one single grain of sand

San Bruno Mountain

2011-04-14T00:02:00.000-07:00

From San Bruno Mountain Summit Loop Trail

The Dating Lesson 2

2011-04-08T02:19:00.000-07:00

Well ... Faithful readers ... I am sure you all remember the dating lesson. As the Old Bag said in the comments of that post, "She's out there" (I liberally paraphrase). I just have to have to find that mythic woman. That wilderness savvy beer sipping goddess, river running ... sculpture lovin' babe. It's going to happen.

But not tonight ... Tonight I sat at a bar in a swanky restaurant. Waiting. My date insisted on it actually. I offered two very efficient, trendy and affordable alternatives. Su's Mongolian Barbeque and Ramen Dojo.  Neither is as swanky as Rok Bistro in Sunnyvale, however. It's also mostly true, that you could not eat enough in Su's or Ramen Dojo to spend as much as any single item on the menu at Rok.

"I really want to go to the Rok" ... So I made a reservation. I am very punctual. So I am early ... I go to the bookstore. Cute gurl I met last time I was at that bookstore is not there, I pull some dusty travel journal out of the wood work. I go across the street to the restaurant and I am still early ... and so there I was in the bar, waiting.   Forty minutes later my date calls from the grocery store, "I am buying food for my son. I have to take care of my son ... I'll be right there."

Sure, I understand. I return to waiting, and the battery on my phone dies ... pretty soon the bartender offers to buy me a drink ... feeling sorry for me. Time flies when you're having fun. After a while they inform me that if I'd like to eat it would be good to order because they are starting to close the kitchen. So I got to a table ordered a citrus salad and a sirloin medallion and ate. The salad was quite good with spinach, some fresh friut and almonds, with a vinigarette.   Clean and simple and very effective.

The Rok part of this comes from the service of the various cuts of meat basically raw on a slab of very hot stone ... you know ... rock. The guest -- that would be only me by this point, then cuts the meat and grills it on the hot rock. Sides were some large asparagus spears and mashed potatoes, which were pretty generic and unspecial. Teo sauces for dipping were both grand, so the meat was the star of the show. The sirloin was quite taasty, although at several points I had to use my poket knife to get through it.

Over all, quite satisfying. Unlike my date.
I want to rant now about how having a son is not a reasonable justification for not being able to make a valuable assesment of one's own ability to arrive somewhere, or just calling to cancel. or saying, you know what ...I can't make it. I am not going to do it.   Frankly, I knew better. During our second date, she was 45 minutes late and only called when she had already arrived. During our third date ...

Not going to do it.

Recent Letter to a Friend ...

2011-03-29T01:10:00.000-07:00

I looked at the spam emails I've been getting from your yahoo email ... they are redirecting traffic to a waurez site, which is geek jargon for a hacker resource site. The site has the extension "ru.gg." The original source of the email appears to be another yahoo email, but the headers in the email may have all been faked, so there's not necessarily anything to go on.

It may be that they've just farmed your email off the web and are using it to generate spam. However, it may be more hostile. If your computer had spyware or other software installed on it as a result of you going to a link like the one being sent in your emails, your computer may be generating the emails. It's possible that your computer is infected with some sort of spyware, malware or virus. I am afraid to look at the link to see what it does ... because I may not be able to protect myself from it.

I did some searches and there's enough traffic on google that it pops up a shortcut to the "ru.gg virus" so that I am just going to guess that you have a virus.

If you have back ups of your data then -- don't worry about this too much -- but I would spend some time backng up data on your computer to cd's or dvd's Then, I recommend that you update your computer's Operating System (I am just going to guess that it's Vista, based on what I read about this on line). Get all of the recommended security patches -- and then set your computer up to automatic update, especially if you are online all the time. Then, update your McAfee and manually run a scan on your entire computer. They may be using a thing called a browser helper object to reinstall itself when you start your browser ... Let me know if you notice anything unusual about the browser ... like it keeps going to some other page when you set it to go to your normal home page. These are often hard to fix. If the virus is a worm, it will be equaly hard to fix, and sometimes your applications can be affected too. You might need help.

You should really "scream" at yahoo, because they should be willing to join the community of people in the world that are trying to prevent and intercede against hacking. Asking you to change your password is not going to prevent this kind of attack from succeeding. They should know that.

If you want me to help you try to fix this -- I can look at it.

An Open Letter to the People of Egypt

2011-02-10T23:42:00.000-08:00

This is what I recommend you tell your government, and I believe this should be the official US position:

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,[72] that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

... and so on.

Godspeed to you in your quest for liberty.

Rain (Rapa Nui)

2011-02-03T20:08:00.000-08:00

... excerpt from Rain (Rapa Nui)

...
Bury your twin-burning breasts in my mouth,
and let your head of hair be a small night for me,
a darkness of wet pefume enveloping me.

At night, I dream that you and I are two plants,
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain. Sometimes
I think that with death we will sleep below,
in the depths at the feet of the effigy, looking over
the Ocean which brought us here to build and make love.
...

Pablo Neruda

Wista Setup

2010-11-29T23:40:00.000-08:00

This is all the crap I carry around with my 4 x 5.

Flash cable

Lens cloth

Polaroid back and film

Kodak TMax and EPP film in 4x5 ready loads.

12 Sheets of Ilford Delta 100 in film, holders

Kodak ready load back.

Wista 6x9 cm roll film back.

Shen Hoa 6x17 cm roll film back back

Manfrotto 190CXPRO4 Carbon Fiber Tripod and short column

Vivitar SMS 30 flash

FujiFilm 4x loupe

About 20 filters in 77mm and flat filters

Electric Kitchen timer

Blowy ball

Luna Pro F light meter

Wista DX-III with International and Graflex back

A variety of 120 roll film in black and white and color

Dark Cloth

4 lenses

Rodenstock 55mm Grandagon

Schnieder 90mm Angulon

Schneider 135mm Symmar-S MC

Schnieder 210mm Symmar-S MC

Flarebuster

2 Shower caps

Clip-on Umbrella

2 cable releases

Adapters for the filters.

Pen

Gnass Lens case

Gnass Film holder carrier

I don't know what this whole setup weighs -- but I think about 40 pounds.

Joshua Tree Sunset

2010-11-08T16:09:00.000-08:00

Joshua Tree Sunset
Scan from 6x17 cm transparency.

Giants Win!

2010-11-02T23:35:00.000-07:00

It was 1965 maybe ... the first time I thought the Giants might win the World Series. We played wiffle ball on the street in front of the house and the neighborhood witch took our balls whenever she could. We played hardball or "semi" in the sandlot at the end of the street, and we knew that Maury Wills could run and was one unbelievable fielder. Golden Glove. We knew Sandy Koufax pitched a perfect game against the cubs. and that the Dodgers were the team to beat.

We'd watch the game when it was televised.

The giants fielded a team like this:

We knew the line-up by heart. ... Alou, Fuentes, Mays, McCovey, Hart and so on. We used to pick sides and one of us would have to be the hated Dodgers, and the other one got to be the giants. And we would recite their line-ups while we hit. If we happened to be Maury Wills on first we felt obligated to steal. Sometimes we would switch hit for the lefties. We played the game, we hit the ball, we knocked out windows, we rooted for the Giants.

We all thought the Giants could do it that year, but we were denied. My father said that Horace Stoneham thought that second would make more money -- so that's where the giants would be.   My father and Uncle Pat might take us to a game -- to the bleacher seats.   But my uncle Ralph -- He always had box seats. First base line, behind the dugout. He used to bring about a six pack of beer to the game in a long tube he slung over his shoulder. He'd drink that and more ... ummm ... and then drive us home.

We cheered the Giants on year after year.

I remember the night games at Candlestick. The wind. The cold. The extra innings. When the stadium was empty. When it was full. We followed the score and we watched. And we waited. For years.

But I never remember winning the World Series till now.

My Excellent Hosts in China

2010-10-31T23:16:00.000-07:00

August 3-13, 2010

I want to be sure to thank my host for this ten day trip. My friend Michelle, her friends and her family were gracious, most generous, accommodating, and delightful. For most of the entire ten days, she, or someone in her family, or one of her friends, was there to take me out, feed me, go sightseeing or shopping, or invite me into their home. Their efforts made this by far the best trip I have ever made to such a foreign place.

I can't say thank you enough.

Well ... Merry Christmas Already

2010-10-31T22:22:00.000-07:00

Christmas this year will mark the 24th anniversary of my brother Michael killing himself. Every year ... I say ... Oh -- I should go volunteer at the suicide hot line. Well -- I just offered.

Body Tuning ... err ... Bow Tuning

2010-10-29T23:08:00.000-07:00

SO -- Right before deer season this year, I bought a new bow, a Mission BX-1, in a 70 lb draw weight. Many of you might have noticed, well, that I am not a very big guy. I could pull a 70 lb. draw weight bow, once maybe. The guys at Predators short strung it so I could pull it at about 50 pounds of draw. Since I normally shoot a 50 lb recurve, this was manageable. 50 pounds of draw weight is enough to take down a deer certainly, but might have trouble with a bear or elk.

Last week I had the shop set it up as it should be and we cranked the weight down to about 60 lbs. This is a substantial increase. I had to shoot it about a dozen times at the shop so it would settle in. This was a challenge. With a recurve if your body fails you can just pull till there's nothing left and shoot away. With a compound bow, you have to get over the hump, or it's useless. I had to rest more than once.

I've been going to the range every day and shooting about a dozen arrows. Every day I try to dial in the 20 yard pin on my sight. Shoot three arrows, move the sight, shoot three arrows, adjust again. It's hard enough to pull, so that each set of three shots isn't always accurate. But I am getting stronger. Today, it all came together. I was able to shoot consistently for about 15 shots ... and looky; three bulls eyes at 20 yards.

China, Day 5 - Farm in Liao Yang

2010-10-25T16:25:00.000-07:00

August 7, 2010

I visited a small family farm in Liaoyang. We rode a cab out there and eventually got a cab back.

China, Day 5 - Open Air Market in Anshan

2010-10-25T15:46:00.000-07:00

August 7, 2010

Till We Ain't Strangers Anymore

2010-10-24T00:28:00.000-07:00

Till We Ain't Strangers Anymore"
LeAnn Rimes

It might be hard to be lovers
But it's harder to be friends
Baby, pull down the covers
It's time you let me in
Maybe light a couple candles
I'll just go ahead and lock the door
If you just talk to me baby
Till we ain't strangers anymore

Lay your head on my pillow
I sit beside you on the bed
Don't you think its time we say
Some things we haven't said
It ain't too late to get back to that place
Back to where, we thought it was before
Why don't you look at me
Till we ain't strangers anymore

Sometimes it's hard to love me
Sometimes it's hard to love you too
I know it's hard believing
That love can pull us through
It would be so easy
To live your life

With one foot out the door
Just hold me baby
Till we ain't strangers anymore

[Solo]

It's hard to find forgiveness
When we just turn out the light
It's hard to say you're sorry
When you can't tell wrong from right
It would be so easy
To spend your whole damn life
Just keeping score
So let's get down to it baby
There ain't no need to lie

Tell me who you think you see
When you look into my eyes
Lets put our two hearts back together
And we'll leave the broken pieces on the floor
Make love with me baby
Till we ain't strangers anymore

We're not strangers anymore
We're not strangers
We're not strangers anymore

Share Till We Ain't Strangers Anymore by LeAnn Rimes

中國自行車王國 (China: A Kingdom Of Bicycles)

2010-10-11T17:21:00.000-07:00

We all are aware that china was once called a "Kingdom of Bicycles, and that perhaps the general consensus is that this is no more. I noticed a lot of bikes and took some picture during my ten day visit in August of this year.

中国日四伟大的防火墙 (China Day 4,The Great Firewall)

2010-10-11T16:39:00.000-07:00

Global Hotel, Anshan, China, August 6, 2010

I uploaded these pictures in the lobby of the Global Hotel. The next day when I went back, hotel security wanted to talk and see my passport, and instruct me that I could only use the internet. I think I might have triggered some alert in the Great Firewall.

Notice me copying my files on this completely Mandarin interface.

中国日四千山国家公园 (China, Day 4 -- Qian Shan National Park) -- continued

2010-10-11T16:23:00.000-07:00

August 6, 2010, Qian Shan National Park, Liaoning, China.

A Crossbow

This is Donkey, or Horse, With thousand year old eggs.

中国日四千山国家公园 (China, Day 4 -- Qian Shan National Park)

2010-10-10T22:26:00.000-07:00

August 6, 2010, Qian Shan National Park, Liaoning, China.

Golden Ladies ...

We left in the morning for Qian Shan (Thousand Mountains) National park, Babi and I. Babi was the father of my friend in China, and not the best English speaker. He had been in America for a while and we managed. It was hard work for me to sort out his pigeony English. He did, make a pretty heroic effort to show me around for three days, and I am really grateful for that.

We took a bus through some fairly interesting landscape -- ghettos and huge new construction of apartment tenements. my notes say that we took some circuitous back road route, but my memory thinks maybe it was the normal route.

Golden Ladies ...

One Sky

A Gap Path Between Stones


One Sky

~~Fireworks~~ Incense

Around this point we decided we would
never make it to Five Buddha Heaven

A Scale, on the Trail,
Should You Need One.

This 12 Year Old Kid's English Was Quite Good.
He Wanted His Picture Taken With Me

中国 -- 第三天三百年一饺子店 (China, Day 3 -- A 300 Year Old Dumpling Shop)

2010-10-09T14:59:00.000-07:00

August 5, 2010, Anshan, China.

I had lunch at a famous dumpling place which was about 300 years old, We had several different dumplings with a variety of fillings, incling maybe dog, goat, donkey, horse, pork and beef. Well ... hopefully not dog. I asked several times what the different dumplings were stuffed with but I never quite figured out the answer.

Pine nuts, which were yummy.

My generous hosts.

中国 -- 第三天 (China -- Day 3)

2010-10-09T14:44:00.000-07:00

August 5, 2010, Anshan China.

It rained fairly significantly over night, and into the morning. There was widespread flooding through Northeast China. No one even slowed down for it.

This is a swing set, in case you're wondering.

This area would be used by folks to sing and play music. It was empty on this day, presumably, because of the rain.

Wushu training area, according to Babi.

Notice the cat.

There was construction going on everywhere.

This is the gate to the Jade Buddha, which we never saw.

OK, these look like agapanthus, but I've never seen them in this color.

Me, with all the trimming of an Asian.

Babi on a treadmill.

And now a rowing machine. These were out in a park near his home

Notice this guys shoes.

中国 - 第三天（我在中国卫浴第一） China -- Day 3 (using a Chinese Bathroom)

2010-10-09T00:09:00.000-07:00

August 5, 2010, Anshan, China.

Carry toilet paper. What ever you do. When you travel in China, you should carry a small supply of toilet paper. Fortunately, my friend's father, had a small amount which he generously split with me. So I had about a 2 inch square of paper to do my duty. Always good.

5 Churches in 5 Days -- Per Volquartz Workshop -- Española, New Mexico

2010-10-06T16:41:00.000-07:00

We met, some 30 of us, in Española, New Mexico to photograph 5 Adobe churches, namely:

San Francisco de Asis Church, Rancho de Taos, NM
Church of San Jose de Gracia in Las Trampas
El Santuario de Chimayo, Chimayo, NM
Saint Thomas The Apostle Parish, Abiquiu, NM
San Geronimo, Taos Pueblo, NM

Additionally Chuck and I went to the following churches:

Santa Domingo Mission Church, Santa Domingo Pueblo, NM
Sangre de Cristo Chapel, Cuartelez, NM
Santa Cruz de la Cañada Church in Española, NM
San Lorenzo Church at Picuris Pueblo
The Cathedral Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi, Santa Fe, NM
Loretto Chappel, Santa Fe, NM

Photography was not allowed at the Santa Domingo Pueblo, and we were unable to photograph at Taos Pueblo due to the San Geronimo Festival.

My photographs of the various churches and our visit to bandelier National Monument can be found here:

The Cathedral Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi, Santa Fe, NM
Loretto Chapel, Santa Fe, NM
Bandelier National Monument, near Española, NM
San Francisco de Asis Church, Rancho de Taos, NM
Church of San Jose de Gracia in Las Trampas
San Lorenzo Church at Picuris Pueblo
Sangre de Cristo Chapel, Cuartelez, NM
Santa Cruz de la Cañada Church in Española, NM
El Santuario de Chimayo, Chimayo, NM
Saint Thomas The Apostle Parish, Abiquiu, NM

Buckskin Gulch 1 2 3

Hal Gould's camera.

Hal Gould of Camera Obscura Gallery, 94 years old, I met him hiking around at Bandalier National Monument

The Cathedral Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi, Santa Fe, NM

2010-10-02T20:55:00.000-07:00

Loretto Chapel

2010-10-02T20:44:00.000-07:00

We didn't go into the Loretto Chapel, so apparently we missed the miracle staircase.

Bandelier National Monument, near Española, NM

2010-10-01T23:17:00.000-07:00

Bandelier National Monument was an interesting place -- a site of ancient ruins from the original Pueblo people. We took the short loop around.

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This was cool ...

The city ...

Cliff dwellings.

Viw from inside.

Chuck taking a look inside.

Hal Gould of Camera Obscura Gallery in Denver, alledgedly the first photo gallery in America.

An his awesome camera.

San Francisco de Asis Church, Rancho de Taos, NM

2010-10-01T22:41:00.000-07:00

Church of San Jose de Gracia in Las Trampas

2010-10-01T21:50:00.001-07:00

San Lorenzo Church at Picuris Pueblo

2010-10-01T12:25:00.003-07:00

Sangre de Cristo Chapel, Cuartelez, NM

2010-09-30T14:58:00.000-07:00

Santa Cruz de la Cañada Church in Española, NMSanta Cruz de la Cañada Church in Española, NM

2010-09-29T22:45:00.000-07:00

This was added in response to the 1st comment:

Services: Sat: 6:30 p.m., Sun: 7, 8:30 a.m. [Spanish], 10:30 a.m.; 12:30, 7 p.m., Weekday: Mon thru Fri: 7 a.m.; 7 p.m.
Confessions: Sat: 4:30 to 5:30, 7:30 to 8:30 p.m.
See http://www.parishesonline.com/scripts/hostedsites/Org.asp?ID=6814 for the official info.

El Santuario de Chimayo, Chimayo, NM

2010-09-28T21:05:00.000-07:00

Saint Thomas The Apostle Parish, Abiquiu, NM

2010-09-28T19:59:00.000-07:00

"Jambalaya, Crawfish Pie, Filé Gumbo ... "

2010-09-25T08:41:00.001-07:00

... the sound drifts into my window at the Hotel Blue and colors the Albuquerque morning. Very poetic, Shawn, I am thinking. Where am I? Oh yeah, Albuquerque. There's an open air market across the street and it's Saturday.

I go downstairs for some less than perfect coffee, and wander across the street to find some beans and rice -- a "Farmer's bowl."

View from the Motel Blue

Winslow, Arizona

Do you suppose those guys actually went to Winslow and stood on a corner, or did they just choose Winslow because it fit so well in the song ... "Standing on a corner in ..."

I am not in California. That's for sure.

The Cathedral of Light

2010-09-24T20:50:00.000-07:00

Confluence with Buckskin

Entering Wire Pass

Paria River

Buckskin Gulch. It's the grand poo bah of slot canyons. It's a temple to something ... but we couldn't decide what. We set off to do Buckskin Gulch, basically a two day hike. With three days scheduled and a permit to do it. Five of us met, from all corners of the globe to take on the elusive hike. Two years ago we met (some of us) and canceled due to the risk of exposure. We hiked the Paria River instead. http://shawnkielty.blogspot.com/2007/10/nest-in-paria-canyon.html http://shawnkielty.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-choose-to-do-these-things.html

Andre de Saint-Obin (Netherlands), Walter and Hamilton Pinto from Alberta, Canada, and the Happy Hiking Guy (Chris Raye) and I met at the White House on the Paria River in Southern Utah camp this past week, to connect, reconnect and take on Buckskin again (I secretly suspect that the real reason was to cook and eat, test out new stuff, and ~~brag~~ tell stories about what we've done).

The following day the weather report was for 60% chance of heavy rain in the form of thunderstorms. Perfect recipe for a flash flood.

For those of you that don't know, Buckskin Gulch is a slot canyon, an extremely narrow channel formed by centuries of flash floods, sometimes so narrow that you have to stand sideways to get through. If there were a flood and you were in the canyon -- you would surely parish. In the 12 miles of this narrow slot canyon, you would be pulverized by a slurry of water rock and boulders. The route is 12.5 miles and has two escapes from the canyon, one at 6 miles and one at the far end. There might be opportunities to escape a modest flow at various points along the route, but a full on flood, doubtful.

So put a gun to my head ... with only two bullets in it. We talked about going ahead with the plan. I said no, I wouldn't go -- there was some debate. I have kids and family, friends who are counting on me. I can't possibly go there. I can not possibly go into that canyon, or any canyon around here, with that weather report. You guys go ahead, I'll run into Page and get some supplies, and be around camp. The four of them hiked a few miles into Paria River canyon, and out. It rained some, but the flood never materialized.

The next day the weather was clear and we hiked into Wire Pass to the confluence with Buckskin and hiked an hour or so down canyon. I am thinking 2.5 to 3 miles, because we were so excited. Except for one spot, it was dry throughout the length we traveled. We didn't complete our planned overnight, now complete the full length of the canyon, but now with the combined two trip we have done a large part of the route. Perhaps next year.

Wire Pass and Buckskin are amazing places. We saw log jams above in the sky 30-40 feet up. it went on forever, a cathedral of red rock and light, opening in small channels to the sky, a polished red rock surface scoured by water, profoundly visceral. A manifestation of incredible power.

中國的興起 -第二天 (China Rising -- Day 2)

2010-09-24T08:33:00.000-07:00

Anshan, China, August 4, 2010,

It's playing in the background at the Club Coco in Anshan China, Shakira's Anthem for the 2010 World Cup - Waka Waka (It's time for Africa). The young woman I am sitting with, asks me, "Is this a hit in America ,too?" I say "Yes. I think it's a hit everywhere." Not only that, but it's pretty inspiring. It's not surprising to hear that Shakira has been on the Ellen Degeneres show ... because, well ... this is dance music. I want to jump up in the air with a triple arm pump like Hannah Kearney right after winning gold in Vancouver. This is glorious. A victory really.

I look on the streets of China and I see hot fashions. Sexy, contemporary fashion. Malls, shops. American styles. An even more on the street, Chinese style. Stuff I never have seen in America. I hear in the clubs and KTV (karaoke television) clubs, great Chinese pop. Hot, sexy video pop. Suddenly I want Chinese KTV on my cable at home. I have 400 effin' hundred channels ... how come there's no KTV?

I watched -- in my hotel in China, every day when I was supposed to take a nap, a show in English called "Living with Chinese." A great course in learning Mandarin. Do you think I can find that on my local cable? Not so much. Can I find it on YouTube? Not so much. I can't find it. The great firewall works both ways.

People in China are aspiring to own cars, they are owning cars. Mao's country of bicycles has turned a country of smog and industry. Powerful industry. Signs of affluence abound and personal wealth is obvious. China is a rising economic power. Symptoms of capitalism are everywhere. China seems an unstoppable giant.

I guess what I don't see so much is the effect of contemporary Chinese culture present in America's mainstream. I wonder just how long it will be before we hear some Chinese pop gone viral in the West.

Wire Pass

2010-09-24T07:36:00.000-07:00

Buckskin Gulch

2010-09-23T23:20:00.001-07:00

2010-09-09T22:39:00.000-07:00

Intimate American Landscapes -- Show Catalog

2010-08-23T02:42:00.000-07:00

Intimate American Landscapes -- Show Catalog
August 27 - October 10, 2010

Sunset
Usery Mountain Regional Park, Tonto National Forest
Maricopa County, Arizona
Proof Print from 4x5 Film
$225

Madkatamiba Creek
Grand Canyon National Park
4” x 5” Polaroid
$600

Basura
Hayward, California
Print from 35mm Film
$225

Ghost Pigeons
Times Square, Manhattan, New York, New York
4” x 5” Polaroid
$600

Owens Valley Tempest
Owens Dry Lake Bed, California
Color Print from Digital Image
$225

Owens Valley Tempest
Owens Dry Lake Bed, California
Color Print from Digital Image
$250

Church of San Francisco de Asis
Rancho de Taos, New Mexico
Print from 35 mm Film
$150

Lennon Memorial
Central Park, Manhattan, New York
Proof Print from 35mm Film
$225

Southern Cross
Usery Mountain Regional Park
Tonto National Forest
Maricopa County, Arizona
Proof Print from 4x5 Film
$225

Saint Patrick's Cathedral
Manhattan, New York
Proof from 35mm Film
$200

Elves Chasm
Grand Canyon National Park
4” x 5” Polaroid
$600

Park Bench in Central Park, near the Lennon Memorial
Manhattan, New York
Proof from 35mm Film
$250

Adobe Church
Grafton, Utah
4”x 5” Polaroid
$400

Fern Canyon
Redwood National Park, California
4”x 5” Polaroid
$425

Autumn, After the First Snow
West Fork Oak Creek, Arizona
Proof Print from 35mm Film
$225

Wall Street and Trinity Church
Manhattan, New York
4” x 5” Polaroid
$425

中國日兩 (China, Day 2)

2010-08-23T00:34:00.001-07:00

Fruit Juice with Fireworks

Chinese Barbeque

I was told this was dog on the menu, we didn't partake, however.

Getting Ready to Eat

Frozen Ice Balls

Ice and Yvonne

Michelle and I in a Paddle Boat

Parasols

Gold Shoes

A Flatiron Building

Is that a Pizza Hut Logo?

Looking down from the Hotel

View from the hotel.

在街上行走的中国第一天(China, Day 2, Crossing the Street)

2010-08-22T03:32:00.000-07:00

August 4, 2010, Anshan, China.

I sleep in.

So, on this day I went outside in the daylight, out onto the street. I gradually gained my Asia street feet (remembered from a few weeks in Korea), but not fast enough to satisfy my friend Michelle. It was really clear that she was extremely concerned about my survival. She was grabbing my hand and shouting commands like "Stop" "go," and "Ok." It took a while to start to understand what it takes to do that simple thing; cross the street. with several lanes of traffic in two obvious directions and several lanes of what I call back scatter traffic -- people going the wrong way, or on the sidewalk - or in a way that contradicts expectation. With every possible wheeled object and moving in every possible direction it is clearly dangerous to be a pedestrian.

I looked in the Lonely Planet Guide for advice. "The streets of China kill mercilessly. You will need 360 degree vision to cross the street in China." Clearly true, but not much in the way of advice.

The Chinese people, from my observation, seem a highly cooperative group. I know ... I am making really gross generalizations. I can't help it, because I am suffering from the same thing that ails travellers throughout time. I don't have enough information to make more specific generalizations.

But seriously, the traffic seems choreographed. People work together to get where they are going, avoid accidents, and this is extremely interesting. Honking horns is very popular, in fact, it should be done continuously, or at least every time the vehicle changes directions, or anyone changes directions, or if anyone remotely looks like they are going to get in front of your vehicle. Driving directly into oncoming traffic is kinda popular too, but it is extremely important to honk your horn first, so the oncoming vehicles may drive on the sidewalk in order for you to be able to do it.

It's a melee.

We managed to walk to the park and cross several large busy intersections without seeing anyone get killed. We rode back in a cab. It looked like I might be able to get by, but I was definitely frightened by the thought of having to cross the street.

At one point I remember asking if the cab could pull in to the front of the hotel, because I was afraid to cross the street.

中国第一天 (China Day One)

2010-08-20T00:05:00.000-07:00

Capitol Airport, Beijing, China, August 3, 2010

Yeah. I left San Francisco with stuff, headed for Shenyang via Beijing on China Air ... blah, blah, blah ... I had ipod, electric razor, phrase book, guide book, a change of clothes and my flip flops (which I'd like to go back to calling thongs) . I had some gifts (a bottle of wine, some Johnny Walker, chocolates, and basically, way too much stuff. Oh and a few thousand Yuan. I think I knew as soon as I was in the plane that I was entering a foreign country. No one was speaking English.

I think we should cover the first few steps though. I got a visa in San Francisco at the Consulate of the People's Rrepublic of China. I went the standard route, multi-entry, good for a year, takes 4 days, $150. Four days counts like this -- today, tomorrow, Wednesday, Thursday -- so four days from Monday at 4 PM is Thursday at 9 AM. It is possible to pay more and get your visa on the same day. I didn't do this and ultimately, because of the short timing of my trip, I probably paid more for my air fare, because I waited till my visa was approved before I bought my air tickets.

As I said, no one was speaking English, my language of choice. The food on the plane was American though. Air travel, for the most part, sucks. If you fly from the US to China on Air China, I think your flight will be full. It will be filled with Chinese people. As I learned in 10 days there, Chinese people are pretty cooperative, so the flight will be pretty comfortable. For a flight. I managed to sleep for 47 seconds.

I was nervous about my trip. Here I was flying to meet someone I knew, but not really well. To China and into a place where I know I am in a more remote China, an English free China. And I have a Mandarin application on my phone -- language tapes on my Ipod, and the phrase book. I am pretty sure I can navigate to a hotel in Beijing, but beyond that, I am feeling very unsure. I imagine myself arriving at midnight, my phone doesn't work, and something happens to my friend and she doesn't show. I tell myself that is not going to happen. I tell myself ... "you've been to Asia twice, you can handle it ... you know what to do."

In Beijing I had to pick up my bag -- it was a bit confusing. In San Francisco they told me that my bag would go to Shenyang. When I asked at the airport in Beijing, they informed me to get my bag from the baggage claim and take it to customs. The customs agent looked at me and waved me by. In China -- it always seemed to me to be unorganized, but tremendously efficient. There was a very short line at immigrations and the infra-red screening for illness was done on the fly. and customs was a non event -- so I was instantly sitting and waiting for my next flight.

Beijing was smoggy. I couldn't see the ground from the plane, couldn't see the city from the air, couldn't see the airfield from inside the airport. Seriously, I believe I could see smog inside the uber-modern airport.

I know the trend for Americans is to claim that China has a problem with smog. I think it's a bit short-sighted to do that though. We have farmed out all of our industry, and China has picked up a lot of the extra work. The manufacture things like steel and clothing for many of the world's markets, and as a result they have a lot of the pollution. Since Americans use and benefit from much of that productivity, I think we should go ahead and admit that we are participating in creating that smog as well, and stop acting like it's China's fault "they pollute the world".

It was still pretty gross, and I had an irritated throat from the smog, which started in the Airport in Beijing.

Duck Tongues

In China flights board one-half hour before lift off. I got on the plane to Shenyang; when I arrived my friend was there. We drove the hour drive to Anshan, her hometown, and ate dim sum -- shrimp balls, duck tongues, and a rice soup at some place called San Bao. Interesting to me that the duck tongues had forked bones. Then the hotel.

Show Announcement

2010-08-19T18:34:00.000-07:00

China ... Wait for It

2010-08-17T23:52:00.000-07:00

Hey everyone. Well, I am back from China; I am healthier, I lost 4 lbs. I feel surprisingly good now that the jet lag has finally worn away. I know you are all sitting on the edges of your chairs waiting for the blow-by-blow. I would have done it from China -- but guess what. There's no blogger in China.

I am sure you'll all agree that it's pretty obvious that I am a dissident, inciting unrest in China from my lounger in America with my limited citizen Journalist powers. It's pretty obvious after all, because I am an American. Which is why the Chinese government's censorship, or the failing of the Google Empire to secure righteous placement in China for my blog, has left me powerless to speak to the Chinese people from America, or even something as innocuous as showing my American friends what I ate in China via blogger from the lobby of the Global Hotel in Anshan, China, where it appears ... there is absolutely nothing to spy on. I couldn't find a single military installation, or even a police officer, or anyone official, of which to try to take pictures. Not only that -- but it was pretty flooded, so I couldn't even try to sneak in to North Korea. I've already been censored, which has never happened before (I can't send my new 14 year old friend links to my blog to show him about myself). Seriously, in my imaginative mind, I fear even the slightest bit of criticism of the Chinese government's policy towards internet censorship, could result in my being denied entry, which for me, would be a tragedy. As you will see, I had a great time and I will want to go back.

This is not a joking matter actually. I did get interrogated a bit by hotel security the day after I uploaded a few hundred megs of vacation photos to my flickr account. There is no facebook in China. No blogger. I did detect signs of opinion, righteous indignation, even. I also saw a lot of the symptoms of personal affluence ... and you know where that leads. It leads to having an opinion. I was able to post to facebook and get all of my communication using my Blackberry, and my international data plan, and read whatever I liked. But not write to my blog. So if you want to be a spy ...

I had a remarkably good time. Eating was very popular, and as you all know, I love to eat. I think I fell in love in China, in love with an ancient, spirited place, filled with welcome and care, and filled with splendid hosts. I met remarkable people -- like the 14 year old boy who spoke English and wanted my to be his pen pal in America. Or the young man I met on the trail, who invited me to join him to visit his home in Harbin. Or the various people who eagerly join my friend and excellent host to take me around, take me out onto the streets, to clubs, take me to National Parks and share their homes and lives with me. It is a challenging and exciting place.

"When will you visit China again?" was a popular question I was asked; If I am invited, I definitely will come back.

China

2010-07-31T01:54:00.000-07:00

Yes China. I am going to China, yes China.

I have a friend who said "Will you come?" And I said yes, definitely, maybe, I don't know, in a completely California way. She sent me a message a few weeks later saying "Why'd you change your mind?"

So I am headed there. Overseas travel is always interesting. China ... from here ... is a bit daunting. First ... It's big. and then they speak Mandarin ... which I can make absolutely no sense of, despite more than a bit of practice. Having no characters in their written language I can recognize doesn't help.

Once I had decided to go, I immediately got a flight, then I had all these little details to work out, the gifts, the visa, changing money, vaccines, figuring out how and what I can bring in and out, converters for my chargers. I felt like a veteran.

My camera. One of the key lenses I use -- the 17-85 mm. It's absolutely done -- failing completely. So I sent it in to Canon to fix. I'll be able to rent a similar lens for my trip. Grumble.

I have booked a flight. I am going to fly to Shenyang in a few days. She is going to meet me. I am a bit nervous. I am packing. I'll be there about 14 days. I think we will return from Beijing ...

Just incidentally that brings my country tally up to 12. 3 continents, 12 countries, 44 states.

China. Yeah!

Artist's Statement For My Show 8/27

2010-07-27T00:44:00.000-07:00

In my memory there is a Polaroid photo of a woman in a white dress in the cactus of the Southern California desert, in Joshua tree, in the National Monument..

We take photos of each other with a 15 dollar Polaroid camera as we leave the wilderness, dressed up for our first meal back in civilization.. For 10 days we expose ourselves to the desert. We chase tortoises and phainopepla, and the desert exposes itself to us. We try to see everything. The heat warms us in June, our sweat pools together when our bodies meet. The desert exposes itself to us slowly. Bloody scars from the agave show on our legs. Our skin and lips are dry, parched. Before the photo we bathe nude under the pump at Cottonwood Springs and change into some clean clothes.

Grilled “Coyote,” That's what the menu says today, so I order it. I mean today like last week. We are at Joshua Tree National park to climb and hang out, and again it's June. A crazy-looking old guy asks me if I'm going into the “monument” ... later I find a crazy bead man while setting up top ropes with my friends above the grave of Gram Parsons. It's really hot. We get busted by the ranger for setting up a shower tied to vegetation. We tie it up climber style to a big rock – and laugh.

There's a story in this show about my journey to an intimate American landscape. It's a journey to some great places, sacred places, some very remote and hard to get to, some delightfully special, some sort of everyday. It's a journey to gila monsters and the quiet places of the world. To the bustling inner city paradise. This journey has covered the states – it's been to thunderstorms, to raging rivers, to floods, to find wild berries, and to the homes and camps of great friends and exceptional people.

“I was in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
'Come in' she said
'I'll give you shelter from the storm'"

High Sierra Day

2010-06-28T22:10:00.000-07:00

Sprinted off last night for a quick trip up to the High Sierras to look over the snowmelt, check on the fishing -- and snoop out some deer sightings. We saw six or eight deer (6), four or five outhouses and caught very few (0) fish and hiked more miles than I would have liked.

We camped at Hermit Valley under a full moon and fished this morning on the Mokelumne river. The water was pretty high and it was difficult fishing. Things that were normally out of the water were submerged and pocket water was transformed to something else all together. I thnk have managed a strike on a beadhead ... let's just say, there are no bragging rights.

Later in the day, we tried to drive out to Highland Lakes on the Stanislaus river drainage and check out some deer spots for the fall. The road had quite a bit of snow on it so we decided to walk. We never did quite make it out to Highland Lakes, but it was a pretty good hike. I did take this one picture though. Does anyone know what this plant is?

Beads of ...

2010-06-11T08:47:00.000-07:00

... perspiration. I spent 5 days in Joshua Tree National Park last week with friends. We went hiking and climbing, cooked, watched the moon wane, heard coyotes sing, and bouldered in the asteroid belt. It was hot, dry, and ... well ... hot.

Fire Damage

Collared Lizard(?)

Joshua Tree

Kenny on Manx

I set up my first ever top rope on Cap Rock.

We inadvertently bootlegged a camp in the closed section of Indian Cove campground and got thrown out. We set up a shower in our camp in Hidden Valley and the ranger came by and busted us, saying, "You can't tie anything to the vegetation" (as far as I recall in Yosemite that's OK). We tied up a big sling and tied it to that, rock climber style.

Lily and Amy brought us dry ice, which froze everything, which meant we ate strange things like frozen grapes, which were unbelievable.

Fallen Angel

We met a guy, the bead man, at Cap Rock, who was looking for the grave site of Gram Parsons, which we all found. We help him find the site, so he gave us all a string of beads ... "Beads of accomplishment," according to Lily. He was wandering the planet carrying his brother's ashes, "I'm taking him everywhere."

We climbed at Manx boulder.

It was a great trip, despite the heat, shredded knees and fingertips ... beads of inspiration.

21 Palms Oasis

Cottonwood Oasis

Ocotillo

Burnt Joshua Tree from a fire on the way to Lost Horse Mine

Arch Rock

Amy

Lily

Gone Fishing ...

2010-05-22T23:08:00.000-07:00

I am getting ready for some tavel which includes fishing ... so I have been going through my gear. Several things were pretty obvious right of the bat, my 5 piece Winston 3 weight rod is packed in a steel and brass container -- indestructable yes, but quite heavy, and my eight weight bass rod has no case at all. Nothing at all against Winston -- but packing thier rod in a bullet proof case is good for them, since they offer a lifetime full replacement guarentee. The case weighs almost a pound (15.5 oz.). and is 3 inches longer than the rod.

So off I went to work on a solution. Since I recently put a "Gone Fishing" sign up in my window and have virtually no worries for the next few months, I have time for stuff like this. I went off to the local chain fisherperson supply store looking for a new case for both. For the eight weight I found a simple 48" case and trimmed it down to match the 3 piece length of 29 inches, expoxied one of the old caps in place and voila, it's done.

For the 5 piece rod I found a small adjustable tube case, about two inches in diameter, and cut it down to 21 inches. In doing this I reduced the weight by 10.5 oz. and reduced the length of the case over the original by 2 and 3/4 inches. Awesome - and the whole business with the reel weighs just 14.6 oz.

Umm ... I am going fishing.

Here I Love You

2010-03-16T01:56:00.000-07:00

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.

Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.

Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

Pablo Neruda, 1959.

Flat Tire Paradise

Johnny's Cookies

Zipfizz

jade Beach at Big Sur

Temple Man

Fox Parang XL

Hey, Did You Ever Ask Yourselves ...

Re-Entry

1928 Hawthorne Deluxe

Bikes in Yingkou, China

Dear Canon, ...

China, Goodbye

Yak Bone Pendant

Yanjing Beer, Delivered in Bottles by Bicycle.

Sleeper to Beijing

and the result

Home Remedy

REI Flash 18

Four Stars, and So Much More

Trouble in Cameraland

Small Farm in Northeast china

This Sea of China ...

Red Beach, Red Cranes ... Red Everywhere

“Museum for Chinese Volunteers Fighting with Korean Against the Imperialist Americans”

When It Just Isn't Right

Bicycle Fisherman, Dandong, Liaoning, China

Unrelated Person Don't Enter

Fisherman at the China and North Korea Friendship Bridge, Dandong, China

Yalu River Cruise

Staff Revolt

China, Day 2, "You Should Follow Me"

Welcome to China (revised)

Welcome to China

China

I'm Packing for China

I'll have a Gin and Tonic

New China Plan ...

China

Hotels in Beijing

Searchqu Toolbar Browser Helper Object Removal from Firefox

8/15/2011 Takasaki, Japan

The Other Side ...

It's a small world after all ...

Planning ... and Asia.

Per Volquartz

Open Faced Crabcake "Sandwich" with Cucumber Salad

Japan

The Potter, a poem by Pablo Neruda

San Bruno Mountain

The Dating Lesson 2

Recent Letter to a Friend ...

An Open Letter to the People of Egypt

Rain (Rapa Nui)

Wista Setup

Joshua Tree Sunset

Giants Win!

My Excellent Hosts in China

Well ... Merry Christmas Already

Body Tuning ... err ... Bow Tuning

China, Day 5 - Farm in Liao Yang

China, Day 5 - Open Air Market in Anshan

Till We Ain't Strangers Anymore

中國 自行車王國 (China: A Kingdom Of Bicycles)

中国 日四 伟大的防火墙 (China Day 4,The Great Firewall)

中国 日四 千山国家公园 (China, Day 4 -- Qian Shan National Park) -- continued

中国 日四 千山国家公园 (China, Day 4 -- Qian Shan National Park)

中国 -- 第三天 三百年一饺子店 (China, Day 3 -- A 300 Year Old Dumpling Shop)

中国 -- 第三天 (China -- Day 3)

中国 - 第三天（我在中国卫浴第一） China -- Day 3 (using a Chinese Bathroom)

5 Churches in 5 Days -- Per Volquartz Workshop -- Española, New Mexico

The Cathedral Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi, Santa Fe, NM

Loretto Chapel

Bandelier National Monument, near Española, NM

San Francisco de Asis Church, Rancho de Taos, NM

Church of San Jose de Gracia in Las Trampas

San Lorenzo Church at Picuris Pueblo

Sangre de Cristo Chapel, Cuartelez, NM

Santa Cruz de la Cañada Church in Española, NMSanta Cruz de la Cañada Church in Española, NM

El Santuario de Chimayo, Chimayo, NM

Saint Thomas The Apostle Parish, Abiquiu, NM

中國自行車王國 (China: A Kingdom Of Bicycles)

中国日四伟大的防火墙 (China Day 4,The Great Firewall)

中国日四千山国家公园 (China, Day 4 -- Qian Shan National Park) -- continued

中国日四千山国家公园 (China, Day 4 -- Qian Shan National Park)

中国 -- 第三天三百年一饺子店 (China, Day 3 -- A 300 Year Old Dumpling Shop)