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Spend nothing on what you hate
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Ms. Kat with our '79 Bus in Palo Alto, CA. :)
"Brothers and sisters, we should not allow this pride of hatred and scapegoating to infect the rest of the country. And one of the ways we could do that, is to stop it in Arizona. SB1070 is not only a racist law, it is a divisive law. And the millions who sign it into law are doing something that I view is an insult to our collective intelligence. What they are saying, is that our intelligent sisters in our migrant legal community are the problem. But they are the ones causing the economic problems. But the names of the people who are creating this economic crisis are not Garcia, Martinez, dela Rocha, or Morello... The names of the people who are creating this crisis are the hands of Goldman Sachs and AIG, and corporate America. They are the ones who took the jobs out of the country and then tried to blame it on our brothers and sisters suffering in Arizona for the problems. Well tonight, and every night, we need to step up and defend the rights of our brothers and sisters. Si se puede..
Si se puede! So wake up!! Wake up!!"
- Zack de la Rocha
July 23, 2010
My birthday gift to myself. This will be an epic weekend.
It's starting to heat up here in the SFV, with temps topping 100F. I've been slathering on sunblock and taking the Vespa out to work the entire week. There are summers that feel like you're going through a blow dryer when you ride, but thankfully it hasn't been as brutal. Yet.
Starting to break in a new helmet, Shoei J-Wing in Anthracite. It's night and day compared to the old piece of junk on my head. Huge difference a well fitted helmet makes, not only with wind noise but also with buffeting.
A weird thing happened yesterday. I noticed a small droplet on my left shoe, and thought nothing of it until this morning when I saw that it burned a hole right through my sneakers. Only then that I realized it's battery acid! I replaced the scooter battery a few months ago, which comes 'dry', and a bottle of sulphuric acid that you mix in with some distilled water. It was over the fill line when we installed it, so it must've leaked out from the vent hose, and ate through my shoe. Nice.
katgangoso: il bet he'll be so happy to see you
Lovine: i wonder who'll be happier...
Lovine: what if we test it
Lovine: in a field
Lovine: whoever runs to me and gets to me first
Lovine: gets the first hug and kiss!
katgangoso: ha!!
Lovine: hee hee hee
katgangoso: eh he runs faster!!
Lovine: ...
Lovine: do you love me..
Lovine: do you miss me....
katgangoso: he's got 4 legs!
Lovine: ...
katgangoso: i only have 2!
Lovine: ........
Lovine: do you miss me..
katgangoso: ikaw ha!!!
Lovine: ..
katgangoso: i do!!!!!!!
Lovine: then show me babes
Lovine: show me what you got
katgangoso: sige ka itatali ko siya tapos tatakbo ako HAHAHAHA
katgangoso: that's what you get when you have fingers! BOO-YA!
Lovine: OMGG
Lovine: HAHAHAHAHA
World's largest private collection of unopened beer bottles.
Greetings from Denmark. We only spent a few hours here, and was only able to send one special postcard out. Kinda sucks, wish we were here for longer. The highlight of the day was pounding 4 straight glasses from the Carlsberg brewery. Doubt I'll get wi-fi on the other ports of call, so I think I'll cut this short, hop off the nerdery machine and go spend some time at the buffet. Oink!
The past two hours have been turning out far worse than necessary. I came from work and was rushing to the mall to hopefully pick out a pair of slim Chuck Taylors before they closed. On the way there, I had a little misadventure that shall be kept a secret (I ran out of gas on the scoot, in my confidence that I'd make the next gas station - obviously, I didn't. The next gas station was a half mile away, and when I got there it was gone. The next one was another half mile. Uphill. FML).
Back at home opening a package and I realized I have the wrong extension tube for the camera - too long by 8mm. Kat walked quite a far distance to have it overnighted from San Francisco to make this trip - it works, but I will be honest and admit that this setup is far from ideal. All stores are closed tomorrow.
Then just right now I found out I bought a 72mm lens cap earlier today, instead of a 77mm that I need. Punyeta.
I will go drink by myself now. Le sigh.
I will be out of the country for a few weeks with the rest of my family. We will be visiting some pretty interesting places, so if you like receiving random postcards post-marked from mysterious places, kindly let me know and leave a comment or email me your postal address at blog[at]lovine.com.
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I was going through my Picasa, and chanced upon old pictures of a Batanes trip I took in 2004. I realized with certainty that it was one of the most meaningful trips I've ever taken in my life. There were so many reasons that made it amazing, not just because the islands were insanely breathtaking, but more so because of the beautiful people we met along the way, at an opportune time in our lives. Each waking moment was so full of detail and emotion, which happens so rarely once we start acquiescing to the rhetoric of the "real" world.
And so I think this trip was the turning point, seeding an adventurous heart wanting to see the small places of the world. Meeting kindred souls that make the meaning of this world count, pursuing his/her own dream independently yet collectively fueling the fire of what it means to be alive. Everyday I seek that hidden place of curiosity and wide-eyed wonder, believing that our lives are meant to be shared together in good times and bad, trying to understand what it really means to be human.
I usually don't like reposting content, but here is an old favorite:
there's nothing like donning a backpack, knowing that everything you own is on your back... but the real thrill comes in knowing that you're looking forward to seeing things that you can never own inside your bag, but only in the memories that you create in travelling, by leaving everything behind.
Find love in the simplest pleasures of life. Smile without reason, jump without abandon, and rub your belly once in a while just cos it feels great.
Weekend pictures from Sequoia National Forest camping here.
Got back a few hours ago from the depths of the Sequoia and Sierra National Forest. Left Friday after work, and met up with Ismael, Alessandra, and Katrina at a developed campground around Lake Hume. I got detoured for an hour thanks to my impeccable pidgeon-like navigational skills, compounded by the lack of a GPS nav unit (aside from me being cheap, the '79 VW bus does not have a cigarette light accessory charger. I know.)
Saturday was spent "exploring" the back roads, which consists of lots of dirt, the occasional washout and a few deep ruts. At some point, I was even second guessing how the hell Basso convinced me to take a 30 year old VW into the forest trails. Yet Vanessa performed admirably, the engine kept its cool and she meandered gracefully across deep ruts and danced on the gravel. Almost as if she's more comfortable in the outdoors than she is on pavement! The main goal was to take a specific trail down to the Kings Canyon River, but we were faced with a giant muddy puddle that scared me and we settled on Plan B instead, which is on a small meadow with a great view. :P
Among the highlights of the weekend was going up to "Delilah's Lookout", which is this fire lookout point which we chanced upon at a dead-end after getting lost on the trails. We scaled the 70 foot metal structure (and slightly soiled my pants since I'm deathly afraid of heights), met the two volunteers manning the station, and soaked in some pretty awesome 360 degree views of the entire forest. They showed us a few tools they used to track and report wildfires, and I got a kick out of this small 2'x2' wooden platform raised by glass bottles that they need to stand on during the duration of a storm to insulate themselves from lightning. Plus, Kat scored a vintage copy of "The True Story of Smokey Bear" comic book that they gave us while he was going through the stuff for a fire permit. Very cool stuff.
The other highlights I need to point out are Korean BBQ short rib tacos, chicken skewers glazed with dijon honey mustard, blue cheese hamburgers, and lots of ice cold Tecate. Mmmm. Pictures tomorrow!
