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From the Sourthern Coast of Oregon
Posted by Spencer in Life, Photography on July 9th, 2009
Emily and I have been touring the lighthouses and harbors along Highway 101 from Florence (OR) down to the Redwoods. The whole southern coast of Oregon so far has been gorgeous. I’m racking up the pictures with a few adventures along the way. Most recent was the (temporary) death of our car battery at Cape Blanco, which I discovered at sundown after photographing the lighthouse against the sunset. You can’t imagine a more dark and desolate (and beautiful) setting with just a lighthouse for company. Luckily, I joined AAA literally 5 minutes before we left so we got a jump for free.
And I beat a challenge or two in Peggle on my iPod.
I have uploaded a few teasers, some of my favorites so far, to give you a taste of what we’re enjoying. The pictures below are from Lakeside (first two), Newport (next two), and Cape Blanco (last one). Lots more to come!
Classic Car Detail
Night Lights on the Lake (4th of July)
Monsieur Jellyfish
Newport Harbor
Cape Blanco Lighthouse
Stop the presses!
To you three faithful readers, I bring you one of the hottest fashion tips of the year. Feast your eyes on this fashion nugget:
Your source for fashion
To wit, garnish your pajama bottoms with jeans, and add Crocs to taste. Don’t forget the white socks.
I can neither confirm nor deny the presence of my wife’s feet in this photo.
P.S. It’s as if fate has taunted me a second time. Since I posted last week about my Windows Home Server setup, two hard drives have failed. One was at school and therefore not backed up, but luckily it was mirrored. The other, however, was one of the drives in the RAID 1 volume dedicated to photo storage! Madness though it may be, there’s a method and a reason to my backup and reliability efforts.
A-Camping We Will Go
Emily and I went camping last night. It was a true adventure, right from when we decided to go to Wendy’s instead of making tin-foil dinners. So embarrassing, it’s beyond shame. But we did camp through a rainstorm so that may restore a measure of our self-respect. With time.
It was a bit of an adventure because this was a dry run for our upcoming vacation, during which we’ll be spending some get-to-know-you time with our tent, air mattress (another indication of our hard-core-ness), and sleeping bags. Emily’s had some extra back problems lately but she’s slacking on the blog front so you don’t know about them yet. Anywho, it was a good time to test the waters.
The waters were a little chilly, but we’re alive and kicking.
I broke out the camera and irreverently took pictures of the campfire while people were trying to have thoughtful conversation. I was especially enjoying the sparks that flew off every so often as you can see in this photo. A little twist to make the standard campfire photo a tad more interesting.
I dragged Emily back through the mud to the tent for one last picture before we left. In typical fashion, Emily got to be the stand-in test subject. This is a job with which she is very familiar, and which she does passionately and whole-heartedly, as you can see.
In spite of the wet and muddy end to our camping experience, we both enjoyed some time out of the apartment and the opportunity to exchange cinder-block for a light canvas material. Plus, since I made us sit through so many pictures of us in front of our tent, we have a great memory just waiting in the halls of our friendly forgetful futures.
A Matter of the Utmost Importance to National Security
Let’s visit the subject of my socks. Specifically, my black socks. There’s nothing quite so disconcerting as to arrive at church, look down at your feet, and see that you have one black and one blue sock on. As with misplaced strands of hair, one can only really hope that everybody around you actually doesn’t care about your appearance so much that the little details, like two dissimilar socks, are noted and logged for later review and chortling.
So here’s my proposition: standardize the black sock, just like the IEEE standardized the format of floating point representation.
Emily has been nagging me for quite some time to get rid of my hole-y black socks, so, for the first time in our recorded marital history, I authorized Emily to purchase for me new black socks as replacements. I have been hedging, dodging, bristling, avoiding, refusing, and generally unwilling to allow my hard-earned money to be spent on something so meaningless as a black sock. A new leaf has been turned. I am a new man.
I may actually be able to dress myself properly in the dark.
Jets (and eggs) du jour
If the afterburning turbofans were too much, you could also tie some balsa wood to your back then hold on to a 500-plus horsepower prop engine and fly underneath 20-ft limbo poles. That’s what this guy and others like him do for their jollies. One lady even did all that upside down. Impressive, and a little nutty.
Below, an F-16 in the middle of a high-G turn. My friend (a Physics PhD student) says the white-streaked “clouds” on the wings is condensation being lifted off. Neither of us can figure out why the engine flame (or exhaust or whatever it is) comes out in pulses. Why not just a solid flame or smoke?
Finally, and almost as exciting, I cooked up a tasty breaktfast-for-dinner course the other day. I call it Eggs Spencir. The principal ingredients were eggs, red pepper flakes, diced onion, cut-up sausage, and quartered cherry tomatos. Everything combined as a scrambled-egg kind of an omelette. Very tasty! Too moist for Emily, though–she likes her eggs more like cardboard or drywall than like eggs. Bless her heart.
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