Bryce Canyon, UT

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Couldn’t resist the detour

Forty five square miles. Six hundred feet high. Mojave National Preserve.

Do they package little cars in there?

So, is it dangerous to stop in the middle of the road to set up shots like this?

Only if you take a week to get your focus locked in.

Knotts Berry Farm east.

Looking eastward toward Palmdale. Not sure I’m looking eastward just yet.

A little more of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art and Wilshire at night. Leaving for Las Vegas and environs in the morning. More bright lights, big city to come I suppose.

Imperial Beach, CA bills itself as the country’s southwestern-most city.

Unlike its east coast counterpart Key West, it is not the southwestern-most spot. That honor goes to Border Field State Park a couple of miles further south. Neither has quite the ambience of the southeastern-most claimant but either has a case: Geography is on their side. 

Quiet here today. The season, such as it is, seems over except perhaps
for weekends. After LA, which I return to tomorrow, most parts I visit will seem
quiet from here on out. Don’t get me wrong; I like Los Angeles. I’ve made a number of friends there and have grown fond of them and it very quickly. But as my daughter observed, as a city it tends toward presumption. It’s loud in the way tacky weekend golfing outfits once were. But I’m still going back. 

I’ve promised myself I will stay no longer than the 14th October. I’m thinking I’d like to make Austin before my daughter takes off for the BVI on the 31st. But then it might also be nice to drive back up to Oakland and celebrate my son’s 28th birthday with him, assuming he’s not back on the road again by then.

No matter how you slice it I’m spending way more time in the Golden State than I had thought I would and I’m trying to figure out why. An odd sadness decended upon me a couple of weeks ago when I left Oakland (and Charles) behind on my way south. And when I left LA ( and Mitzi Jo) yesterday, again headed south, the feeling reinvaded my emotions. It was as if I was leaving home. Oddly I didn’t feel that way when I left Virginia and truly have experienced no homesickness whatsoever on the trip other than for these pseudo-homes here on the coast.

http://pogue.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/10/06/steve-jobs-imitated-never-duplicate…

-rgh
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Subject: [the3six5] October 6, 2011: 

October 6, 2011: Bradley Machov

Posted by  the3six5 to the3six5

I wake up most days worried that I’ll have nothing to write about. Maybe I’ll feel too boring to write something interesting, or too tired to write at all. Maybe the biggest news story for the day will just be an announcement that Neil Patrick Harris is hosting another awards show.

Today was not one of those days.

As I found out when I got home last night, Steve Jobs, the founder of Apple computers, finally succumbed to the cancer he had been battling for years.

I’ve spent my day trying to figure out what his death means to me. It’s weird, and a little embarrassing to admit, but Steve Jobs has had more of an influence on my life than everyone but roughly fifteen people. By my estimate I’ve spent close to $2,000 dollars on Apple or Apple-related products—and that’s probably below average for an urbanite 23-year-old. I’ve never known a world without Jobs’ presence. I have an iPod and a MacBook, and the only reason I don’t have an iPhone is because I don’t want Apple completely running my life. I have been alive long enough to remember buying music in stores, but iTunes has been around for such a large chunk of my life, and it has so fundamentally affected the way I gather music and information, that it’s impossible to explain how my life would be different without it.

Our relationships with public figures like Jobs will always be different than our relationships with friends and family (despite TV’s insistence that they be the same). Jobs didn’t just enter my life, like TV and movie stars, only at the times when he asked for my attention; he entered my life, stayed, and ultimately altered the way I live it. Because of him my music buying is easier, my radio listening is more convenient, and if I ever were to try and make a movie, that too would be with his help. He’s an inspiration to millions, and personally, someone I flat out respect. The world will go on without him, but this day, rightly, has been all about him.

About the author: Bradley Machov likes to write. Contrary to what it may seem, he is NOT an Apple fanatic. See some more at bradleymachov.com

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Charles and I recently discussed the advantages of changing from an
unlimited to a limited data plan for my iPhone. I have the former; he
the latter. He claims he’s saving about $50 a year by using the
limited plan. He changed when his monitoring told him he wasn’t using
as much data every month as he had thought he was.

It seems that one advantage to the unlimited plan is no data
overcharges – mystery or otherwise. At least I hope that’s the case.

http://www.macworld.com/article/162603/2011/09/att_overcharge.html#lsrc.nl_mwweek_h_cbstories

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The pier here at Hearst Beach SP in San Simeon is quite attractive.