Way back in November 2010, I wrote a post about going back to my daughter's high school to visit one of her teachers. While in high school, she spent a lot of time in the ceramics class room.
My daughters boyfriend came with us, he was thinking he could build her something that would work for throwing pottery. We went looking for advice.
We already had a kiln, which my mother had given to her, but had never fired it up.
Her boyfriend looked into purchasing a wheel, and decided that was the way to go. She made a couple of vases and bowls, but never fired them.
Nine years later, she, and her now husband, finally fired up the kiln. It hasn't been turned on in probably 20 years, but seems to still work like a champ.
It's funny how we often put things off. We may have all the tools, time and resources to do something we might actually enjoy, but find reasons to not do it today.
Tomorrow it will be easier, we tell ourselves. We'll have more money, the timing will be better. It will somehow be more convenient. But sometimes we wait too long. Too many people spend their later years regretting the things they should have done.
Like many other people, I have a long list of things I want to do. Most of them I've put off for way too long.
It's time to get at it. Maybe I'll even try my hand at throwing clay.
Sunday, August 4, 2019
Thursday, August 1, 2019
Black Spire Outpost
I had the chance to check out the new Star Wars themed area at Disneyland Resort in Sunny California.
Shot some 360 video for fun.
Getting Ready to Hit the Road
It's been too long. We haven't left the Mighty Mojave Desert for longer than a day for months.
Looking forward to not only leaving the desert, not just the state of California, but we're getting ready to put our passports to use!
Guess where we are heading.
Just a few months to go.....
It's been over 10 years since my last trip outside of the United States. I had learned my mom had always dreamed of going to Greece, but when my stepfather passed, she thought that she would never go.
I decided to take her on a cruise. We boarded our ship in Venice. It was a great seven days, one of my best memories of mom.
The biggest issue we faced, was mom was already using a walker. Most of Italy and Greece are not really handicap friendly. We had fun, but would have really had a great time if mom was a bit younger.
With that in mind, we have decided to start taking real vacations and see some of the far off places we have always dreamed of going.
I found a good deal on air to England, so that is trip #1.
Looking forward to not only leaving the desert, not just the state of California, but we're getting ready to put our passports to use!
Guess where we are heading.
It's been over 10 years since my last trip outside of the United States. I had learned my mom had always dreamed of going to Greece, but when my stepfather passed, she thought that she would never go.
I decided to take her on a cruise. We boarded our ship in Venice. It was a great seven days, one of my best memories of mom.
The biggest issue we faced, was mom was already using a walker. Most of Italy and Greece are not really handicap friendly. We had fun, but would have really had a great time if mom was a bit younger.
With that in mind, we have decided to start taking real vacations and see some of the far off places we have always dreamed of going.
I found a good deal on air to England, so that is trip #1.
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Dear BMW
Kind of a long read, but feel I must share this cautionary tale, Especially with drivers of BMW automobiles.
Dear BMW,
I don’t normally complain. Perhaps it’s because of my British roots, as the English are known to be slow to disparage anyone or anything, preferring instead to just wait until a solution presents itself – as Pink Floyd noted in the song “Time” that “Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.”
But in this instance, I feel I must say something.
First off, thanks for making truly amazing automobiles.
I proudly drive an older model Z4 convertible. The power to weight ratio makes for an exciting ride, especially in the winding roads of our local mountains. I love to put the top down and make the run up to one of our local mountain towns for lunch in the afternoon.
I reserve my sports car adventures for the weekends and days off, choosing to make my 150 mile-a-day commute to work in my boring, under-powered, yet dependable work truck.
Which makes driving the Z4 even more fun.
As much as I love the Zed, I would like to call your attention to a critical design flaw that could cause even the most experienced of drivers to lose control of their machine and end what should be a wonderful driving experience - in a fiery blaze of horror.
Yes, I am talking about the cup holder. Or to be a little more specific – the lack of a proper cup holder.
Yesterday morning I went out to pick up breakfast for my lovely wife and I. Our very high-Tech refrigerator had quit working and every bit of food in the house had to be thrown out. This necessitated a trip to a local restaurant to pick up our morning meal.
Having spent a good deal of hard-earned cash on the refrigerator, as well as the food inside of it, I was feeling a bit low that morning. Because of this I decided that driving the BMW instead of my work truck might be just enough to raise my spirits.
I drove the four miles to the restaurant, enjoying the deep, smooth purring of the engine as I cruised happily along the main street of town.
Once there, I ordered breakfast - coffee and the #1 with scrambled eggs and bacon for the wife, an omelet with hash browns for me. After a short wait and a bit of conversation, I left with our meal.
As I situated myself in the driver’s seat of the Zed, I suddenly remembered the fact that the cup holders in the BMW will not actually hold a cup.
The design has them embedded into the dash and they pop-out when needed. However, in the four years I have driven the Z4, I have yet to get the cup holder to actually “hold” a drink cup.
So, I sat for a minute, contemplating my options while the smell of freshly cooked bacon filled the cab of my little car.
Hungry, and knowing my life depended on delivering the all-important morning elixir to the wife, I carefully placed the steaming cup of java in the only place it would be secure - between my legs.
I carefully backed out of the parking space, shifted into first gear and pulled gently toward the exit.
I signaled and made a left turn onto the roadway shifting into second gear.
Almost immediately I felt a strange sensation in my nether regions.
I’m not sure if the cup lid was not properly secured, or if my operation of the clutch jarred it loose, but the lid had come partially off the cup.
Time slowed as the “sensation” quickly became excruciating pain, as the dark, molten hot, 100% arabica-bean liquid soaked thru my blue jeans and scalded – how should I put this – the leading edge of my man parts.
I find it hard to describe the pain this inflicted onto one of the most sensitive parts of the male anatomy, but I imagine that somewhere in a deep dark dungeon of Medieval Europe, someone found this to be an effective tool to encourage any man to admit to any crime. Perhaps this was one of the methods of persuasion used during the Inquisition. Or maybe used by the KGB to flush out imagined spies. If not, they missed an opportunity. No man can stand up to this torture.
With no place to pull over, I continued to drive home. With tears in my eyes and holding the evil cup in my left hand, steering with my left wrist and using my right hand to steer and shift as I drove along in “quiet desperation.”
I made it thru the multiple traffic signals and finally arrived at my house - relief finally in sight. As I pulled into the driveway, I hit a small bump, spilling more of the scalding liquid on my pants and interior of my prized automobile.
Inside, as I explained to my family what happened, I was met with a touch of sympathy, but mostly with hysterical laughter.
BMW BMW USA you alone hold the power to prevent this tragedy from repeating itself. You alone can prevent the pain and embarrassment caused by this design flaw from being suffered by others.
I plead with you to ensure that all future BMW automobiles have a proper way to secure beverages, for the safety and happiness of your loyal customer base.
Or maybe we should all just stick to iced tea.
Dear BMW,
I don’t normally complain. Perhaps it’s because of my British roots, as the English are known to be slow to disparage anyone or anything, preferring instead to just wait until a solution presents itself – as Pink Floyd noted in the song “Time” that “Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.”
But in this instance, I feel I must say something.
First off, thanks for making truly amazing automobiles.
I proudly drive an older model Z4 convertible. The power to weight ratio makes for an exciting ride, especially in the winding roads of our local mountains. I love to put the top down and make the run up to one of our local mountain towns for lunch in the afternoon.
I reserve my sports car adventures for the weekends and days off, choosing to make my 150 mile-a-day commute to work in my boring, under-powered, yet dependable work truck.
Which makes driving the Z4 even more fun.
As much as I love the Zed, I would like to call your attention to a critical design flaw that could cause even the most experienced of drivers to lose control of their machine and end what should be a wonderful driving experience - in a fiery blaze of horror.
Yes, I am talking about the cup holder. Or to be a little more specific – the lack of a proper cup holder.
Yesterday morning I went out to pick up breakfast for my lovely wife and I. Our very high-Tech refrigerator had quit working and every bit of food in the house had to be thrown out. This necessitated a trip to a local restaurant to pick up our morning meal.
Having spent a good deal of hard-earned cash on the refrigerator, as well as the food inside of it, I was feeling a bit low that morning. Because of this I decided that driving the BMW instead of my work truck might be just enough to raise my spirits.
I drove the four miles to the restaurant, enjoying the deep, smooth purring of the engine as I cruised happily along the main street of town.
Once there, I ordered breakfast - coffee and the #1 with scrambled eggs and bacon for the wife, an omelet with hash browns for me. After a short wait and a bit of conversation, I left with our meal.
As I situated myself in the driver’s seat of the Zed, I suddenly remembered the fact that the cup holders in the BMW will not actually hold a cup.
The design has them embedded into the dash and they pop-out when needed. However, in the four years I have driven the Z4, I have yet to get the cup holder to actually “hold” a drink cup.
So, I sat for a minute, contemplating my options while the smell of freshly cooked bacon filled the cab of my little car.
Hungry, and knowing my life depended on delivering the all-important morning elixir to the wife, I carefully placed the steaming cup of java in the only place it would be secure - between my legs.
I carefully backed out of the parking space, shifted into first gear and pulled gently toward the exit.
I signaled and made a left turn onto the roadway shifting into second gear.
Almost immediately I felt a strange sensation in my nether regions.
I’m not sure if the cup lid was not properly secured, or if my operation of the clutch jarred it loose, but the lid had come partially off the cup.
Time slowed as the “sensation” quickly became excruciating pain, as the dark, molten hot, 100% arabica-bean liquid soaked thru my blue jeans and scalded – how should I put this – the leading edge of my man parts.
I find it hard to describe the pain this inflicted onto one of the most sensitive parts of the male anatomy, but I imagine that somewhere in a deep dark dungeon of Medieval Europe, someone found this to be an effective tool to encourage any man to admit to any crime. Perhaps this was one of the methods of persuasion used during the Inquisition. Or maybe used by the KGB to flush out imagined spies. If not, they missed an opportunity. No man can stand up to this torture.
With no place to pull over, I continued to drive home. With tears in my eyes and holding the evil cup in my left hand, steering with my left wrist and using my right hand to steer and shift as I drove along in “quiet desperation.”
I made it thru the multiple traffic signals and finally arrived at my house - relief finally in sight. As I pulled into the driveway, I hit a small bump, spilling more of the scalding liquid on my pants and interior of my prized automobile.
Inside, as I explained to my family what happened, I was met with a touch of sympathy, but mostly with hysterical laughter.
BMW BMW USA you alone hold the power to prevent this tragedy from repeating itself. You alone can prevent the pain and embarrassment caused by this design flaw from being suffered by others.
I plead with you to ensure that all future BMW automobiles have a proper way to secure beverages, for the safety and happiness of your loyal customer base.
Or maybe we should all just stick to iced tea.
Tuesday, November 20, 2018
A Quick Trip Up North
We went up to Berkeley over the Veterans Day weekend. Nice trip, stopped at the Winchester House in San Jose, and made a quick run into San Francisco.
I took the film camera with me, but because of the fires North West of the city, didn't take many shots.
On the way home, we went out of our way and stopped in Yosemite National Park. It was way too crowded, but I still glad we stopped.
Now just have to send off the film for developing.
Friday, September 28, 2018
Loss of a Good Friend
In 2011 I wrote a post about the end of Kodachrome film. By then I had firmly embraced digital photography and completely turned my back on film.
http://www.kendrylieblog.com/2011/01/everything-looks-worse-in-black-and.html
Last year while escorting a photographer that used a film field camera, I began to think about trying out film photography again.
http://www.kendrylieblog.com/2017/08/interesting-find.html
I haven't used the Speed Graphic, just because of the historical significance of the camera.
But I do own other old film cameras.
Bought some film, let's see what happens.
http://www.kendrylieblog.com/2011/01/everything-looks-worse-in-black-and.html
Last year while escorting a photographer that used a film field camera, I began to think about trying out film photography again.
http://www.kendrylieblog.com/2017/08/interesting-find.html
I haven't used the Speed Graphic, just because of the historical significance of the camera.
But I do own other old film cameras.
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| Mamiya I bought around 30 years ago |
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Almost Famous
I had my first book signing at the Victorville Barnes and Noble store last weekend. We set up a dual signing with my cousin Gary Drylie, who wrote a book on the city of Hesperia, CA.
We had a great time meeting people and even sold a couple of books each.
Local freelance reporter Jose Gonzalez did a video interview with both of us.
Link to my interview during the book signing at Barnes and Noble in Victorville
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| Me smiling for the camera! |
We had a great time meeting people and even sold a couple of books each.
Local freelance reporter Jose Gonzalez did a video interview with both of us.
Link to my interview during the book signing at Barnes and Noble in Victorville
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