Sunday, September 3, 2017

United States Sand Sculpture Competition, San Diego, California

In the past seven years I've been to some interesting events, but just as you think you've seen everything, something new to me pops up.  We attended the United States Sand Sculpture Competition at the Embarcadero on San Diego Bay Harbor today.  When we got tickets, I just assumed it would be outdoors at the waterfront park.  Nope.  Rain would definitely put a big damper on this event, so it was held inside.

So, let's start with the sand:  It's not beach sand, so don't try this the next time you head to the beach.  It's quarry sand which is full of sediment.  The sediment hardens the sand to allow giant sculptures to be carved. These are so big they need scaffolding.  You start at the top and work down.  There are also big slabs of plywood nailed together into boxes which are 'forms' used to pack the sand tightly - especially at the base.  The only thing added to the sand is water - no glue or other hardening agent is allowed. There was also nothing but sand - no props.  

This competition has $60,000 worth of prizes to be handed out to the 'Master Class' of sculptors after the judging on Sunday. There are also 3 Man Teams creating pieces.  One of the Master Sculptors came from as far away as Russia.  Another arrived from Prince Edward Island.  I met a woman in the bathroom who arrived from London!  California was also well represented.  Each category (Master or 3 Man Teams) has two days to complete the sculpture.  This is temporary art.  They will all be destroyed on Monday.

I started talking to one of the Archisand owners as he was working with his three man team.  Archisand  is a sand sculpting corporation.  You can contract with this company to sculpt your own private sand sculpture.  Most of these people in the 'master' ranks have been carving for twenty plus years, and most of them do this for a living!  You can't do that by winning competition money, but rather by creating sculptures for events.

The Archisand guys are both architects and have known each other for more than 30 years.  They met one another at their first architecture job.  Gradually, they formed a team, entered more and more competitions, and then founded Archisand and began sculpting full time.  One confided he likes building with sand rather than bricks and mortar because of the instant gratification. These guys are 'masters', and they had completed their "Master Sculptor" entry, (Symbiosis) and three of them were working on the 'Summer of Love' for the 3 Man Competition.   Each sculpture has a name and it is often clever.  My favorite sculpture was named after Newton's Third Law.  (For every action, there's an equal and opposite reaction.)  Drake's favorite was called 'Horse Power'.  The US Sand Sculpture Competition is the top of the pyramid in competitions.  The Archisand guy confided they don't enter the lower tier competitions anymore - it wouldn't be fair was the way he saw it.

There were about a dozen sand sculptures being created inside the building where passengers get on and off a cruise ship when one is in port.  Here's my favorite, and Drake's favorite.
"Dancing to Newton's Third Law"
        
Horse Power
If you'd like to see the rest of the sculptures, then, click on the link:

Friday, September 1, 2017

It's a Dog's Life

I think it's time to get in trouble with my readers.  Ready?  I'm sick of dogs everywhere.  Yes, I just said that.  This condominium we've rented in San Diego is dog heaven.  There's tons and tons of grass.  You can walk your dog by circling the building, and I must admit I've yet to see a single dog owner here who isn't picking up the 'mess'. I get that dogs are often the emotional lifelines of older people.  I should know; I live in Sun City for half the year.  I understand younger people are postponing marriage and are lonely at the end of a long work day.  And, if you want to enjoy your dog in your home, fine with me.  If you want to walk a quiet, well behaved dog heeled on a leash, go for it.

 However, I'm sick to death of hearing 'the yapper' twice a day, every day.  Just like that one kid in the class who's a troublemaker and a pot stirrer, this little yapper in our condo invariably snarls, yaps and growls at any other dog it even sees, and then we are off to the races.  I'm right at the point of walking out onto the balcony and screaming 'GET A MUZZLE' the next time I hear that little monster.

Here's another big secret I'd like to share with dog owners :  Your dog is not a person.  It doesn't belong on the couch in your living room.  It doesn't need a chair at the dinner table.  It doesn't need health insurance.  I'm not interested in having breakfast, lunch, or dinner with it in a restaurant.  I'm not too thrilled about doggie cookies displayed in the bakery window. I don't care if they are "baked locally with human-grade grain-free ingredients in the fun flavors of blueberry, bacon, peanut putter, meatball and ginger". (Just wondering what breed of dog eats blueberry or ginger?)   It shouldn't be sitting in an airline seat.  I don't think it cares if the feeding dish is ergonomically designed to ease neck strain.  Hiking trails are for people not dogs, and definitely not for dogs off leashes.  Sames goes for beaches.  For some reason, if it's a trail or a beach, dog owners don't feel obliged to pick up the feces. They just leave it for the rest of us to enjoy.  

I don't want my shoe bitten.  I don't want my shoe laces nibbled.  I don't want my pants leg slobbered on.  I don't want dog hairs on any article of my clothing.  I don't want to be jumped on.  I don't want to be crotch sniffed.  I don't want to be leg humped.  I don't want to be barked at.  I don't want to be growled at and particularly with bared teeth.  I especially don't want to smile and be gracious when your dog rips, tears, or destroys something that belongs to me.

And if all that isn't bad enough, here's another newsflash:  Holidays are also for people, not dogs.  Your dog doesn't want or need a Halloween costume.  It doesn't like to trick or treat since it shouldn't be eating candy. It doesn't need an Easter basket with doggie safe chocolate.  I'm not particularly interested in receiving a Christmas card from your animal.  And, for Pete's sake, no dog likes fireworks.

Let's play the age old children's game of 'which one is not like the others'.  Here are your three choices:  service dogs, working dogs and emotional support dogs.  Yep, emotional support dogs do not have either the legal status or training of the other two.  Talk about a scam:  Buy a blanket that says 'emotional support dog' with some bogus seal embroidered on it, and that dog owner thinks he or she can bring the animal anywhere.  Nope.  Those silly little dogs do not have the same legal standing as real service dogs.  Your emotional support dog does not have the legal right to be in the shopping mall, the movie theater, the restaurant, and especially not the grocery store which is just flat out against the health regulations in every state.

Shame on every business owner who is turning a blind eye and allowing these bogus dogs where they don't belong.  Just think about it for a minute - there easily could have been a dog riding in that grocery cart you just put your food into.  I make it a particular point to COMPLAIN to any assistant manager or store manager or restaurant manager I can find about this travesty.  Every single one of them has said, "I don't like it either, but it's impossible to stop."  No, it isn't.  You post a sign:  Service Dogs only.  You turn these other dogs away for a couple of days, and problem solved.

At this point, you're thinking, "Gosh, Jan, you don't like dogs?"  Wrong.  I like dogs.  On the floor, in your house and not barking outside of mine.    
  

Friday, August 25, 2017

Not My America

What is happening to us?  Who is us?  Well, us, you know, Americans.  We come in all colors.  We come in all religious persuasions.  We all come from somewhere else.  Well, except for me - half my family is American Indian, Cherokee to be specific.  But, notice:  I said half.  The other half is Swiss, Italian and English.  At least I think so....  And, that about says it all, doesn't it?  Some of us are fearfully looking at other Americans like they are lesser beings.  If you are an American citizen, or struggling to become an American citizen, you are never lesser.  It's time to stop being fearful because someone doesn't look like you.

Do you think this angst over ethnic identity is new?  No.  It isn't.  Immigration to the United States has occurred in 'waves'.  What historians now call the First Great Wave occurred between 1880 to the mid 1920's.  How many people came?  About 600,000 per year.  Oh, and the problems that mass wave of immigrants caused.  They were dirty.  They ate funny, food.  They didn't speak English.  They acted weird.  They dressed strangely.  Some of them actually weren't Christians.  From 1900 to 1910 the total population grew from 76 to 92 million.  And it was all those foreigners having babies.  The mill owners and manufacturers were thrilled.  They need bodies.  Far more bodies than the native born population could supply.

The 21st century also does not have the corner on nativists (people who think only persons born in a country should have rights).  There were also active nativists in the 19th century. These were people totally opposed to large groups of people having the rights of citizenship. They were Anti-Chinese and Anti-Japanese.  They were Anti-Negro.  They were Anti-Jewish. They were Anti-German, and above all they were Anti-Catholic. And they were violent.  They carried torches in night time parades, and if you were the wrong persuasion, in the wrong place, you could easily get beaten up or even killed.   If you lived in the South, the nativists were called the Ku Klux Klan, and if you were black, you could be beaten and even lynched since the Klan operations were sanctioned by the ruling class which was lily white.

Looking backward 100 years, those attitudes seem sort of sad and un-American, don't they? The fury over immigration in the first part of the 20th century was all about white protestants feeling overwhelmed in some of the major cities by the influx of Catholics immigrants (Italians, Irish, Polish), who seemed to be flooding into the country.  And they were all jockeying in the labor market for jobs.  In the South it was all about perpetuating the 'lost cause' through virtual slavery.  The Great Migration in this country was not east to west; it was south to north - the movement of 12 million people of color realizing second class citizenship had become institutionalized and legalized in the South.

Then, the manufacturing system stabilized, and there was less need for foreign labor. The Great Depression arrived, and all the tensions of world politics - can anyone say WWII and the following Cold War?  This all resulted in what historians call 'The Great Pause'. Very few immigrants came into the country, and the quota system was instituted.  Segregation had become so firmly entrenched in the South no ordinary white person even questioned it.

Post 1965, the United States birth rate began dwindling.  Dwindling birthrates mean the social contract between the young and the old breaks down.  What social contract? The young work and take care of the old, and this system perpetuates itself - but you need enough babies resupplying the system. Immigration restriction was loosened. The second great wave of immigration began. Between 1965 and 1990 there were 1 million immigrants per year. By 1990 there were 1.5 million new immigrants each year (1 million legally, and 1/2 million illegally.), and that level of immigration has continued.  Currently, we have a population of about 335 million, of which 61 million are  immigrants since 1965.  Although, it seems to me after 50+ years, can you really be labeled an immigrant?  And this second wave of immigration is what is keeping the social contract in the United States healthy since historically immigrants tend to have more children.

In reaction to the Second Great Wave of immigration, we once again have people marching. Are they asking for the right to vote, to own property, get bank loans, or live anywhere they choose? Nope.  This time it's all about anger over the changing demographics of the country.  This time the marginalized feel it's OK to wave Nazi flags and flaunt Nazi insignia and spout the racial nonsense of white supremacy.  The America I want to live in respects others and lives the Christian ideal that we are all neighbors no matter what color we are.  I neither need nor want white supremacy.
 
It doesn't matter who did or didn't have a permit to assemble in Charlotte.  That's a trivial smoke screen to obscure the main issue:    Anyone who arrays themselves with Nazi symbols or in Ku Klux Klan regalia has no place in the United States of America.  My father, my uncles and cousins fought against those Nazi and fascist  bastards who exterminated people they didn't think were up to their purity standards. The despicable Klan still stands for terrorizing and lynching people.  Using those symbols is like throwing a bomb. It's using a car to deliberately try to kill someone you think is 'lesser' than you are because he or she is non-white.  

Collectively, we stood by and did nothing in the 1880's and the 1890's when the "Jim Crow" laws were passed.  (FYI:  A Jim Crow law legally sanctions racial segregation.)  The Klan became the violent enforcers of these types of laws in the South. Their tactics involved secrecy, terror, and mob violence.  A sidebar to that enforcement was the erecting of monuments to a Confederacy whose sole purpose was to withdraw from the Union to perpetuate slavery. It was no accident the Confederate monuments were mostly built at the same time the Jim Crow laws were being passed, and their real intent were as visual reminders of just who was still in charge.  It took approximately 80+ years to unravel the travesty of justice that effectively denied citizenship to Southern blacks.  

Now the Klan is marching again.  They are being joined by people who are spreading Nazi ideas.  This is not the time 'to be nice'.  This is not the time to 'look the other way' and turn back to the trivial pursuits of sports, fashion, food, and gossip.  It's time to stop the veneration of people who stood for destroying this country.  It's the time to stand up and proclaim The United States of America does not sanction racial supremacy.  Read the Constitution.

Is it really so very important to continue to have visual reminders of the Jim Crow laws which legally enforced segregation, knowing your place, and being denied the rights of citizenship?  Is that really the history we want venerated?  If you truly feel the Confederate statues of generals on horses are 'part of our history', then let's really show ALL our history and cast some new bronzes of slaves in chains, dressed in rags at the feet of these great heroes who fought against the United States.  Put that picture in your mind, and see if the current statues don't seem to be pretty tarnished.
  

Monday, August 21, 2017

See the Eclipse

If you missed the eclipse, then here are the highlights from our five hour C-SPAN watching of the entire event starting in Oregon and proceeding all the way to South Carolina.  Here are some of my takes:

(1)  The next total eclipse viewable across a major swath of the USA is April 8, 2024.  The next one proceeds diagonally up through Texas and exits in Maine.

(2)  The word most used by ordinary people to describe the eclipse was 'amazing'.

(3)  Lots of people gathered together in communities all across the US in church parking lots and stadiums.

(4)  Many schools across the nation which had already started had a 'release day' for the eclipse

(5)  You could see cool pictures in Times Square - the big TV was broadcasting CSPAN

(6)  C-SPAN broadcasted the NASA channel for more than five hours

(7)  The moon is not circular - it's a polyhedron (many sided) due to being blasted over
the eons by astroids

(8)  Science awareness across the USA was boosted.

(9)  Lots of people traveled to the pathway of the total eclipse

(10)  I liked the comment:  'it was a wonder of God'

(11)  In the path of totality there was a 10 degree temperature drop - which startled people as did the total darkness.

(12)  A total eclipse helped people understand how dependent we are on the sun

(13)  The GOES satellite showed a photo of the 'dark' sweeping across the USA

(14)  Seeing the corona and the earth's magnetic shield was AMAZING!

https://goo.gl/photos/CKDHWDoMQxs9tP5Z8

Finally, I will definitely be in the path of totality in 2024

 

Friday, August 18, 2017

Day at the Race Track

I don't know about you, but I'm ready to have some fun, fun, fun.  Poor Drake has had the sniffles for the past nine days, and it's forced us to just take some deep breaths, rest, and get ready to enjoy San Diego.  In that vein, today, our first big outing for 10 days, was to the famous Del Mar Racetrack about 20 miles north of San Diego.

The Del Mar Racetrack opened in 1937, and Bing Crosby, a very famous movie star for 30 years, was at the gate to personally create fans.  With the exception of the closing of the track during World War II, racing has been continually held at Del Mar since it opened.  This track became the 'playground of the stars' during the late '40's and all of the '50's.  Del Mar is the second largest thoroughbred racetrack in the country.  Only Santa Anita in Los Angeles is larger.  The prestigious Breeder's Cup will be held for the first time at Del Mar in 2017.

We were off to the races.  Thursdays are 'Senior Days' at Del Mar, and that means free admission for old people.  This place is really fun.  Let me answer the one question everyone is thinking:  "Did you win?"  Actually, we did.  Drake won twice and I won once out of seven races.  Drake's first bet on the long shot coming in really started us off on a high. Then, to top it off, he also won the second race.  His comment at the betting window, "Boy, this is easy!" got a big laugh.

As always, the weather was absolutely perfect.  We sat in the grandstands right before the finish line watching the races from the same vantage point we like to watch ballet performances - slightly from above.   Our seats were right in front of the big jumbotron TV which was great because we could see the race on the back half of the track. Otherwise, you'd only see the last 100 yards of each race.    

I kept looking around for racetrack touts, but they must have been home doing their laundry. It was all squeaky clean, and really pleasant.  Talk about a relaxing day!  And, yes, people really do try to cheer home the horse they've bet on.  The emotional charge of the spectators ebbed and flowed throughout the day. 

If you would like to see the pictures, click on the link:

   
 https://goo.gl/photos/p56TfuH1ztbaaseD7


Oh, and our winnings amounted to the grand total of $18.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Taking Gmail to Task

Well, I'd like to tell Google 'that dog don't hunt' because I'm really frustrated with them.  For the past several posts, as I've done my usual 'notification' gmail telling individual readers there's a new post, gmail has balked at delivering the gmails.  You've probably noticed when you get the gmail saying 'new blog entry' from me, you and me are the only two gmail addresses shown.  So, I have about 130 people in a 'group' in my personal gmail account who are blog readers.  I send out the notices BCC, so nobody else's email address is shared.  Google's rationale is they are trying to stop bulk emails which are spam.  Ok - good thing, but now I've got to figure out a way to get around this annoying 'fix' they've put into their gmail program.  The long and short of this is you are going to get a personal email from me asking you to respond back if you want to continue getting the blog posting notification.

From what I can figure, gmail group mailing list needs to fit certain criteria:  Be under 100 people, or not automatically go to 'spam' in any receiving email account.  I know I have problems with being sent to Spam (kind of like getting sent to the corner, isn't it?) because I have a weird email address that doesn't include my name.  I actually have that gmail account, but I don't use it.  Ok, maybe another approach - use that gmail account to send out blog post notifications.  Something to think about.

My current fix is to send out individual emails to people who I wonder whether or not they read the blog, and ask them to respond if they still want to be on the notification list.  Now, I have people who have never responded or commented a single time to a single blog.  Keep in mind I've written 403 entries.  You'd think they'd have SOMETHING to say at least once, but that's just me.  I never pass up an opportunity to talk.  However, I know of at least ten people I'm sure who read the blog who've never had a thing to say.  So, I'm tightening up my automatic notification list of people.   Believe me, I've had thoughts of, "I wonder if so and so is dead?"  

Then, this whole Google/gmail thing started me thinking.....  Yes, usually dangerous the way my mind works.  First, do you realize that gmail is becoming like "Kleenex" - the name an awful lot of  people use when they mean email.  I've never heard anyone say, "Give me a paper handkerchief anymore than someone asking for my electronic address.   I've heard lots of people say, hey, text me your gmail/email account.  Ironic, isn't it?  Send me your electronic mail account address electronically (and don't forget wireless) over my telephone.  Hmm....can you just imagine Ben Franklin trying to figure out the meaning of that sentence?

Then, there's this whole snail mail/email thing.  First, the term 'snail mail' goes all the way back to the 1840's when a Philadelphia newspaper used the term snail mail to refer to the overland stage mail delivery vs. that newfangled telegraph.  Russell Baker, long time New York Times humor columnist, referred to 'snail mail' in a 1969 column lambasting the post office who had raised their stamp rate to $.06!  Oh, how I long for those stamp rates since I sometimes feel I'm the only person on the planet who still uses stamps.  Well, except for my friend, Paula.

Electronic mail, to give it the Sunday Go to Meeting name, has only been with us since 1971 when Ray Tomlinson, a computer scientist at BNN Technologies at Cambridge, wanted to send a message from one teletype machine to another teletype machine (in the same room) on Arpanet (the pre-internet used only by scientists).  He's the one who picked the @ sign as part of the address since that symbol wasn't really used in the computer programming of the time.  Tomlinson doesn't even remember the first message.  Pity.  I was hoping for the equivalent of the Alexander Graham Bell first message on the telephone ("Mr. Watson, come here, I want to see you.").  If you don't know what a teletype machine is - go google it. The ultimate corporate success:  your company's name is a verb.

So, back to gmail.  Google has a great product.  I suspect the limiting of group  gmail is more about trying to sell 'business gmail accounts' since it makes them more $$ than it is about spam.  And, as we all know, it's always about the money.       

Friday, August 4, 2017

Welcome to San Diego

We've landed in a new village.  Actually, it's a big town of patched together villages.  All together it's 1.3 million people.  This is San Diego.  It is such an interesting town.  From my early, cursory observations, this is a meld of three cultures:  Anglo, Hispanic, and Asian. This makes for colorful neighborhoods, and some very different shopping experiences.

Here's an example:  We live next door to the "Fashion Valley Mall" - oh, and it's an outdoor mall; it's true, the weather is perfect here.  The anchor tenants to fashion valley are Nieman Marcus, Bloomingdales and Nordstrom.  Now, I may not shop in these stores, but I do know what they sell, and it doesn't get any more Anglo than this.

Drive less than a mile and you find an Asian supermarket.  The entire back wall of the full sized grocery store is fish:  swimming, or on ice.  This is the only place since New Orleans where I've seen heads on shrimp.   There were three long cases of frozen fish in front of the live and iced fish.  I guess it goes from swimming, to on ice, to frozen.  Most of the frozen stuff was sans heads.  The Thursday Farmer's Market in this shopping center certainly has an Asian flavor - literally - with veggies I don't even recognize.

Around the corner from the Asian Market is my new library.  (Yes, I found the library the third day I was here.) Across from the library it is a tienda - a store selling Hispanic products and foods.  I thought there was a lot of Mexican food in Arizona.  Nope.  This corner of California is crammed with taco stands, food trucks selling enchiladas, and mom and pop Mexican cafes.

We've already sampled the beach when Cody came for a visit before he starts at Berkeley. We spent the day at LaJolla, waded in the beach at Torrey Pines Reserve, visited the Lajolla Historical Society, and had dinner at the LaJolla Fish Market - you pick it; they grill it.

Our first outing in San Diego was to 'Old Town' which is literally the spot where the mission and the fort were started by the Spaniards in 1769.   Pretty typical for Spanish America.  Nothing is really left of that time, so the city fathers rounded up buildings from the early to mid 1800's and they've recreated a 'living history' sort of place which is pretty light on history and heavy on commerce.  However, it was interesting place to start to get the feel of this place.

Finally, we headed to Balboa Park for the day - most famous for being the site of the San Diego Zoo, but we are saving the Zoo for after Labor Day - after back to school for the kiddies.  The rest of the park is filled with museums, the city's botanical garden, a phenomenal rose garden, and a great outdoor 'band shell' for concerts.  We had a wonderful day there, and could easily go back for another day before we even think about the zoo.

As always, it's all about the pictures.

https://goo.gl/photos/rfR4DTLXe3DmV3tP9   (LaJolla and Torrey Pines)

https://goo.gl/photos/iJnfD7CYLNaYUczo8  (overview - Balboa Park)

https://goo.gl/photos/Cba9eknLR3xNxHZJ6       (for the flower people - really great pix of                                                                                    roses)