We spent the weekend in Sacramento, visiting family and running marathons. Had a hell of time retrieving our luggage.
glad to hear that the Sacramento airport isn’t sourcing their power from Tau Ceti. . .
Ronnie’s been regulated to the basement of the capital. . .
Lousy photo of fake rocks and cut-out trees at the railroad museum. . . Photos like this make me question my sanity. I seriously have no clue what I was pointing my camera at.
Tour guide at the railroad museum talks about evil tycoons, segregated rail cars, hobos, and decreasing options in public transportation. Luckily we don’t have to worry about these problems today.
The moment after James Marshall discovered gold at Sutter’s Mill. . . and the moment before his partners hacked him to pieces. Watch your back, dude!
Legend has it that the whoever pulls the shovel from the stone will become the true king of California. . .
My wife visited NYC and strolled down the High Line, so I thought I’d show her pics.
First, I LOVE THE HIGH LINE. It may be my favorite park in the universe. The High Lines isn’t just an urban park. Nor is it rewilding. Nor is it a simulacrum (although it may be hyperreal). It’s fake nature at its finest. Building a park on an abandoned train platform alleviates all kinds of problems. You don’t have to sculpt the ground. There’s no indigenous cultures to be sensitive of. There’s no concerns about native / invasive species. You can have fake pink trees. In one section are reassembled train tracks as a remembrance of the park’s grimy past, and why not? Oh and I love the signs telling people to be “mindful.” Visitors must be reminded that the High Line is a meditative, restorative, nature-like experience.
It was over 100 degrees at the Tuscon Zoo, and many of the animals, including the brown bear, anteater, sloth, jaguar, and lots of others, were hiding “inside” where they had air conditioning.
I didn’t mind though. The enclosures, although empty, had fantastic fake rocks!
