get those bikes out of the warehouse!

Torelli and Raleigh (AKA Vaca & Negro) in a corner of the warehouse ready for spur-of-the-moment blasts up the Torrey Pines grade. On my commute the other night (thank you, light & motion - ungodly good bicycle lights) from the “protected” slough (which the Coaster train runs right through, so you can’t hike in to observe the birds, but you can blast through on rails blaring and rumbling along at 90 MPH?) I heard a cacophony of frogs from near the water. I had not heard frogs like that for a long time and, apart from the fact that they are out at the coldest time of the year around here???, I think this means the water in the marsh is of good quality. When things are polluted, frogs seem to be the first to go (which I have assumed is why I never hear or see them any longer).

saw it coming .......

This “big surprise” meltdown of the mortgage securities market was obvious to me. I’m sitting on the deck of my rented house warm in barefeet, happy I am without debt of any kind. The troika of credit score agencies, financial industry lobbyists and Manhattan financial hubris dickwads can kiss my ass. I’ll ride my bikes, loll in the surf, play with my digital video, follow my friend Michel’s wonderful French philosophy of life, keep reading interesting things and fall further into the life of the Epicure.

every once and awhile .....

Interesting, but common phrase. Things have been busy and it is difficult to believe that I haven’t written for well over a month. Here’s a shot off the deck yesterday at sunset. In the two-and-a-half years I have lived here, this may have been the most beautiful sunset I have seen. Fog over the water, clouds swirling and, invisible in the photo; huge waves braking underneath. The Maverick’s surf contest was today — biggest in two years. Will try to get some Wind-an-Sea video later today.