Dear family, friends, and gentle readers,
Here's your picture of the day:
I guess I should call this one "Repetition #45" or something like that. The drought continues.
It's starting to be "Deer Week" here on the blog. After slogging up the hill this morning I stumbled right in to the deer family. They didn't bolt and run for some reason; guess I'm starting to smell normal to them.
Those who follow my Tweets (@vway3) got this picture this morning.
This guy came up to join them after a couple minutes. Call it wimp-iness or old age, whenever I get this close to wild animals of nervous nature with horns on their heads I get uneasy. So I guess we were at a draw today. And yes, I was that close.
Hope you have a fine Thursday. I'm going to a church rummage sale in Malibu today. They do this every summer and give Pepperdine people a head-start day. It's interesting to see what people in multi-million-dollar homes give to charity as junk.
Love,
Pops
Depending on which way you're facing, the Way of Perdition leads to peace or torment. My reflections as I travel on it and change directions from time to time.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Malibu morning picture of the day - Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Wednesday is here, and here is your picture:
If I were one to give every picture a name, I'd call this one "Dragon's Head Chasing Skin Diver" and I think the skin diver will lose unless the next upstroke is a dusie...
And here's the view just a few clicks to the right, getting away from the sun.
Another graduation is coming up and I'll be doing the job of reading names. I always like to put a call out to the grads that they call my voice mail and leave their name if people always get it wrong. And the mailbox is getting full.
One of my political science professors, a Greek emigre who had taught in many places around the world, told us that American roll calls are the hardest ones because the names are so wide-ranging. I had no idea I would be experiencing that phenomenon in such an applied fashion. Here are some of the more unique names that will occur on Saturday:
Tomik Hambarsomian
Roshawn Helmandi
Quyen Nguyen
Czarina Goco Ofalla
Amanda Phuong Ly
Aleta Cherie Brochue
Piyawan Chantakasem
Armen D. Ekmekji
Birthe Lauchengco
Chieu Dihh Nguyen
Silvya Lyubomirova
Julie Tstatsoline
Hanaka Cordjee
Xianqi Shen
Ruihan Xue
Tatyana Vovchenko
Dauren Kabykenov
Sujata Haresh Israni
Kris Thuvamontolrat
Samuel Okechukwu Iwuajoku II
And there is not single "Smith" or "Jones" or "Johnson," but thankfully two "Garcias" (I'll at least get those two guys right...). My employer is sometimes accused of being not multicultural enough in its admissions. As the guy who's at the tail end of the process, the names do tell us something.
You may have not completed a degree by summer's end like these folks, but I hope you're working on something to check off in 2014. There are seven weeks of summer left, so there's time. Go do it.
Love,
Pops
If I were one to give every picture a name, I'd call this one "Dragon's Head Chasing Skin Diver" and I think the skin diver will lose unless the next upstroke is a dusie...
And here's the view just a few clicks to the right, getting away from the sun.
Another graduation is coming up and I'll be doing the job of reading names. I always like to put a call out to the grads that they call my voice mail and leave their name if people always get it wrong. And the mailbox is getting full.
One of my political science professors, a Greek emigre who had taught in many places around the world, told us that American roll calls are the hardest ones because the names are so wide-ranging. I had no idea I would be experiencing that phenomenon in such an applied fashion. Here are some of the more unique names that will occur on Saturday:
Some random orange plant life on campus, included to break the text ... |
Roshawn Helmandi
Quyen Nguyen
Czarina Goco Ofalla
Amanda Phuong Ly
Aleta Cherie Brochue
Piyawan Chantakasem
Armen D. Ekmekji
Birthe Lauchengco
Chieu Dihh Nguyen
Silvya Lyubomirova
Julie Tstatsoline
Hanaka Cordjee
Xianqi Shen
Ruihan Xue
Tatyana Vovchenko
Dauren Kabykenov
Sujata Haresh Israni
Kris Thuvamontolrat
Samuel Okechukwu Iwuajoku II
And there is not single "Smith" or "Jones" or "Johnson," but thankfully two "Garcias" (I'll at least get those two guys right...). My employer is sometimes accused of being not multicultural enough in its admissions. As the guy who's at the tail end of the process, the names do tell us something.
You may have not completed a degree by summer's end like these folks, but I hope you're working on something to check off in 2014. There are seven weeks of summer left, so there's time. Go do it.
Love,
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Malibu morning picture of the day - Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Good Tuesday to you all, here's the coastal outlook this morning:
Clear today. No spooky clouds today. A nice layer of smog waiting to come back in with the inshore flow.
When I left campus last night, there were some deer hanging out in the parking lot. Deer on this campus are like pigeons in Hollywood--not unusual, just part of the everyday landscape.
I am always amazed how you cannot see them except when they are moving, unless they are against the backdrop of concrete structures or wide areas of green grass.
They are highly adapted to being invisible in areas of brown, yellow, and slight green. When you point a camera at them, they seem to disappear from your viewfinder, and so you just snap and then you find them later. No wonder they get hit by cars all the time.
Vincent Van Gogh died this day 124 years ago (from complications of a self-inflicted gunshot wound). I always got compared to him when I was young because I share the same first name and I painted pictures. There the similarity ends. No, I guess he was a Protestant too, and he had a good, supportive relationship with his brother Theo, as I have a good one with my brother Randy.
Happily, I am not prone to self-destruction but some would say that such unhappiness is not a bad thing to spur you on to finding essential things to say in your creative output. HOWEVER, most unhappy people I meet are not great artists. Most people I meet are not artists--great, good, or bad. But, you say, they're probably mostly all bad? Who knows? Most don't even try to make a creative statement. The true creative genius of unhappy people is that they're good at making more unhappy people.
Oh man, time to pay the rent ...
One more blue sky to try to pick you back up. What? Didn't work? T.S. Deal with it. Or go paint a painting or write a poem or ...
Love,
Pops
Clear today. No spooky clouds today. A nice layer of smog waiting to come back in with the inshore flow.
Right in the middle |
Three in this one |
I am always amazed how you cannot see them except when they are moving, unless they are against the backdrop of concrete structures or wide areas of green grass.
Two here |
They are highly adapted to being invisible in areas of brown, yellow, and slight green. When you point a camera at them, they seem to disappear from your viewfinder, and so you just snap and then you find them later. No wonder they get hit by cars all the time.
His last picture: Crows in Wheat Field I'm sure he didn't give it a name... |
Vincent Van Gogh died this day 124 years ago (from complications of a self-inflicted gunshot wound). I always got compared to him when I was young because I share the same first name and I painted pictures. There the similarity ends. No, I guess he was a Protestant too, and he had a good, supportive relationship with his brother Theo, as I have a good one with my brother Randy.
Happily, I am not prone to self-destruction but some would say that such unhappiness is not a bad thing to spur you on to finding essential things to say in your creative output. HOWEVER, most unhappy people I meet are not great artists. Most people I meet are not artists--great, good, or bad. But, you say, they're probably mostly all bad? Who knows? Most don't even try to make a creative statement. The true creative genius of unhappy people is that they're good at making more unhappy people.
Oh man, time to pay the rent ...
One more blue sky to try to pick you back up. What? Didn't work? T.S. Deal with it. Or go paint a painting or write a poem or ...
Love,
Pops
Monday, July 28, 2014
Malibu morning picture of the day - Monday, July 28, 2014
Dear Family, Friends, and Gentle Readers,
Some days it's all about clouds out here. I turned in all directions and it seemed like someone had a big ol' stick and was trying the stir everything...
Turned in four different directions and four different skies. It's weird that way sometimes. Couldn't pick just one, so have a look at all.
Have a wonderful start to your week.
Love,
Pops
Some days it's all about clouds out here. I turned in all directions and it seemed like someone had a big ol' stick and was trying the stir everything...
Turned in four different directions and four different skies. It's weird that way sometimes. Couldn't pick just one, so have a look at all.
Have a wonderful start to your week.
Love,
Pops
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Three Loves Seven, Chapter 16, Part 1 - "The Annotated 'How to Ask a Girl Out'"
Dear Gentle Readers,
How would you imagine a socially awkward and inept, middle-aged, bachelor engineer, who probably has not been on a date in years, explain to a bunch of girls young enough to be his daughters, how the American courtship and dating process works?
Over-thought is the word that comes to my mind. Actually a whole bunch of words came to mind; and that's Chapter 16 which will be split into two parts: the ask, and the date. Let's see, shall we?
Thanks for reading.
Love,
Pops
How would you imagine a socially awkward and inept, middle-aged, bachelor engineer, who probably has not been on a date in years, explain to a bunch of girls young enough to be his daughters, how the American courtship and dating process works?
Over-thought is the word that comes to my mind. Actually a whole bunch of words came to mind; and that's Chapter 16 which will be split into two parts: the ask, and the date. Let's see, shall we?
Thanks for reading.
Love,
Pops
Reported Conversation recalling events of August 1 and 5, 2012
Interviewees: Ling, Nu, Xiao Mei
Report Taken: Friday, August 10, 2012
Interviewees: Ling, Nu, Xiao Mei
Report Taken: Friday, August 10, 2012
Qin Qin: I am now recording. I have asked the three of you, the 2nd
Princesses of Water Element, Dragon of the East, and Wood Element, or Ling, Nu,
and Xiao Mei to recall and reconstruct everything that was said in our
role-play lessons on August 1 and August 6.
Nu: Now THAT was a lot of fun. Probably the most interesting one
that the Professor devised.
Ling: You think so? The whole thing just made me SO nervous. And
afraid to ever visit America.
Xiao Mei: Me too. I was trying so hard to concentrate on
remembering every little thing. At least for our parts in it.
Nu: And Auntie Feng was so funny.
Ling: Well, it wasn’t funny what happened to her afterward.
Nu: Maybe not, but even so. It’s very comforting don’t you think?
Qin Qin: OK, OK. Let’s reconstruct the phone lesson.
Clete: OK, pay attention class. Thank for coming to this special
evening session to accommodate the participation of our guest presenter, Chilin
Guardian Feng. We are going to have some fun with this. Now, let us start the
phone call scenario. We are going to use these hand phones that I brought along
that work on a closed digital circuit.
Qin Qin: Is that what you were setting up on the hill in Fire
Domain?
Clete: Yep. I’m going to leave that relay station up. North Island
and South Island can now talk to each other. Let’s proceed.
[Reporter’s note: He had rehearsed a script with Auntie Feng on how a
conversation might develop between them. He punched in some numbers and then
Auntie Feng’s phone rang, which she answered.]
Feng: Hello?
Clete: Feng? This is Clete,
Clete Wong. We met at the Security Council meeting a couple of weeks ago?
Feng: Clete, of course I
remember. I hope you didn’t get the wrong impression of the organization. That
meeting was such a bore.”
Clete: I hope you’re not
talking about my presentation.
Feng: On no. You really
livened things up. It was the agenda afterward that was so stultifying. So are
you calling about that?
Clete: This is a social call,
if you don’t mind.
Feng: Why Clete. Really?
Clete: Hear me out. I recall in
our conversations your saying you had an interest in period-piece films with
complicated plots and that it was so hard to find anyone to attend with you. I
happen know a place that is showing of David Lean’s Dr. Zhivago on a big screen, the classic one with Omar
Sharif? I thought immediately of you.
Let’s stop there for a
minute. How many of you think that I have just asked her out? I see three
hands. Technically no. No outright invitation has been made. Though it’s pretty
clear I will try. I’m trying to judge whether I have read her interests correctly.
In our previous conversation she may have just said what she said about her
taste in movies just to be polite. Feng, I want you to give me a response that
tells me, ‘No, you didn’t get it right.’
Feng: Clete, that is so sweet
of you to notice. But I’ve never been overly fond of English-language adaptations
of Russian novels.”
Clete: Ah, I see. Is that
because they lack the nuance in translation?
Feng: It’s just that none of
them are any good.
Clete: We’ll stop there. If I do not have a second option up my
sleeve, then that’s it. Unless she wants to try to see how I react to a trial
rejection. She has an option to continue if she wants. But the message to me at
this point is don’t go any further. Unless I’m REALLY interested.
Nu: How would you end it at that point?
Clete: If I weren’t getting encouragement to try again, I’d
probably say something that would make her feel assured in her decision that I
was not someone she should be wasting time on. Maybe: I really like that film myself, I saw it when I was in junior high. I
really liked War and Peace with
Audrey Hepburn too. But I think the critics are on your side. Given how few
filmmakers have tried since, you have better sense than me. Watching the movie
is always easier than reading the book. And then I’d change the subject
back to business and then terminate the call.
Xiao Mei: Will you try again with some other offer?
Clete: Maybe, but probably not. By ending it like that I’ve left things
neutral and we’ll continue our relationship as business acquaintances. But now
she knows I find her attractive and that puts her in a one-up position on any
dealings we have from now on. We both know very well what I was trying to do,
but we left it ambiguous and open-ended. So she would not be surprised if I
made another, more highly targeted try another time. Me, I might wait until the
next time we saw each other professionally, and I’d look to see if she might
give me some more clues. If I didn’t get anything else, then I’d just move on.
Some men will press and press, but you can move into being an obnoxious creep
if you do that and can’t read her clues that say, ‘give it up.’”
Ling: You said she had the option to continue. How would she do
that?
Clete: I didn’t script that. Feng? You want to take a shot at it?
Feng: This is AFTER I have said I don’t like Russian novel
adaptations?”
Clete: Right.
Feng: Well it has been YEARS
since I’ve seen Zhivago. I probably
owe it another chance, but it’s SUCH a long film.
Clete: Ah, well played! Indicates she’s open minded, told me I made
a pretty good guess, and it’s an invitation to sell it further or show her what
else I’ve got. I’m going to go for agreeing with her rejection and hide my
secondary offer in some false modesty. Here’s my response. You got me there. It’s endless. I was just looking for an excuse to
drag you along to that hot new restaurant I’ve been wanting to try out, around
the corner, Osteria Hobie. I hear they set everything on fire, including ice
cream, and give it to you on miniature surfboards. But I suppose that’s
probably not your kind of thing either, is it?”
Feng: You would sit through a
four-hour movie so you could ice cream off a surfboard?
Clete: I didn’t say I didn’t
like Zhivago. It would be a fair
tradeoff if you actually enjoyed it. But is there anything you WOULD like to
see? … And at that point she’d either suggest something and I’d finally REALLY
ask her out or she would put me off yet again. Most females I’ve asked out have
behaved that it’s better if you don’t seem too eager to go out with a man.
Delay his gratification, get him to work for your acceptance a bit, and he’ll
feel pretty good about himself when he eventually gets it.
Xiao Mei: It all seems so complicated. So formalized.
Clete: You figure this out in practice. If you ask me, the guys who
give you a nuanced offer, deserve a nuanced response. But, many American men
give blunt offers and you should feel no problem about giving those a blunt
answer. Like: Would you like to go see a
movie with me this weekend? Or, Would
you like to go out and get a drink? To which standard answers are, Feng?
Feng: Thank you, but no. I
have other plans this weekend. Or,
I’m sorry, but no. I’m not interested in you in that way. Or, I’m actually seeing someone else right now,
so NO.
Clete: Got it? By the way,
those will probably be your most common answers since most people are NOT
attracted to most other people. And these answers give clear signal of NO
unless the guy is dense. The good news is the first date is the difficult
negotiation. Once two of you figure out that you want to continue seeing each
other, it’s a matter of just making appointments.
A word of warning here.
I’ve noticed that like some animals, some guys operate on the principle, “What
you can’t court, kill.” And so when they rejected they become verbally hostile,
spewing bad things.
Qin Qin: So then they start to talk like you normally do?
Clete: You, young lady, get an F for the day. And that doesn’t
stand for “failure.”
Ling: When does courtship become a marriage proposal?
Clete: Depends on the couple. Let’s hold that for another day. The
odd thing about American courtship is that some people date just to date. They
never move into marriage and family formation. So let’s make the appointment.
Feng: Wait a moment. I did not give consent just yet. Give me a moment while I check my
scheduler. As it happens, this Saturday
is clear. Yes, I would like to join you.
Clete: Great. So no Russian
adaptations. What do you want to
see?”
Feng: I will leave that to
your judgment. Let’s see what your imagination comes up with. Just nothing with
explosions or excessive violence or profanity please. Our local cinema seems to
specialize in those genres exclusively.
Clete: Did you all catch
that I’ve now been challenged to see how well I’ve listened? I choose well and
I get Date #2. Shows are at 6 and 8:30
p.m. Do you have any interest in grabbing a bite to eat before or after?
Feng: Before sounds good. Why
don’t we go for the 8:30 show?
Clete: I know a nice place in
walking distance. Does a 7 o’clock reservation work for you?
Feng: That will be fine. What
kind of place is it?
Clete: Italian.
Feng: But what about the
place that serves everything set on fire on little surfboards . . .”
Clete: Done. Pick you up or
meet you there? Now girls, this important. If you’re unsure of whether this
is someone you’d want to commit the whole evening to, meet them there. So you
can ditch them as necessary. And as far as I’m concerned, if I were advising
you as my daughters, ditch immediately if you sense it’s going south. Cut your
losses. Develop a headache, nausea, cramps, whatever. Arrange to have a friend
call or text you at one, two, or three hours in, and give you an out. Whatever.
But try to be polite about it.
And remember I’m only
giving a guy’s point of view on this. Damn I wish Sally were here to give you
her take. She’s well versed leading by the balls. Should have thought about
that and had her on speakerphone. But then I’d have had to pay her overtime.
Jie: Laoshi? What does
“leading by the balls" mean?”
Clete: It means Sally is the kind of gal who can tie any dude’s cojones into a tidy, little furoshiki package for her “sack” bento. AND the dude will like it. What a
woman.”
Jie: I’m afraid that still needs a translation.
Clete: She’s good at manipulating men. Stay tuned. I’ll probably be
hiring her to be your next teacher. She’s got the lesson plans that your
mothers lack.
Feng: I beg your pardon.
Clete: Oh, sorry. Forgot you were here Mother Feng. OK, Feng? What
is your response?
Feng: Don’t just brush
that off. I don’t know how you get away with being such a rude person. Sigh. You may pick me up. I will be ready at a
quarter to seven. Do not be late.
Xiao Mei: Yes. That was pretty much how it went.
Nu: I think it was cute that Auntie Feng could not help but give
him an order at the end.
Ling: I know. Habit eh? And that was Xingqi 3, a Wednesday. It was
the following Xingqi 1, Monday night that we staged the date night.
Xiao Mei: It was all the sessions before that were interesting to
me. Learning how to order in a restaurant or a coffee house.
Qin Qin: OK then. Let’s get that down next.
© Copyright 2012 Vincent Way, all
rights reserved.
Friday, July 25, 2014
Malibu morning picture of the day - Friday, July 25, 2014
Friday is here and so is the picture of the day:
This one seems more like a sunset, but I assure it's the beginning of the day.
On the also-ran, the "Autofocus Nixie" could not correct for what seemed like an ambient haze this morning, giving us a purplish tinge and blurriness that filmmakers confuse with being in love.
Before you suggest that I may be falling in love, let me say say persish the thought--I've already had my shots. That is a pastime reserved for the young or romantic (or those whose glands are healthy enough to continue to pump out requisite chemicals). Wisdom and age, I'm afraid, are the components of the vaccination against head-over-heels foolishness.
But for those who are not yet so old, wise, or cynical, if you do go head over heels, this old fart's wish for you is that you land on your feet. Be careful out there. It's Friday. Wear your rubbers. Get to bed by 9, and home by midnight (...that ain't original, a Brazilian guy I met gave that advice).
Love,
Pops
This one seems more like a sunset, but I assure it's the beginning of the day.
On the also-ran, the "Autofocus Nixie" could not correct for what seemed like an ambient haze this morning, giving us a purplish tinge and blurriness that filmmakers confuse with being in love.
Before you suggest that I may be falling in love, let me say say persish the thought--I've already had my shots. That is a pastime reserved for the young or romantic (or those whose glands are healthy enough to continue to pump out requisite chemicals). Wisdom and age, I'm afraid, are the components of the vaccination against head-over-heels foolishness.
But for those who are not yet so old, wise, or cynical, if you do go head over heels, this old fart's wish for you is that you land on your feet. Be careful out there. It's Friday. Wear your rubbers. Get to bed by 9, and home by midnight (...that ain't original, a Brazilian guy I met gave that advice).
Love,
Pops
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Malibu morning picture of the day - Thursday, July 24, 2014
Dear Friends, Family, and Gentle Readers,
Here's Thursday's picture.
We're now in a "Groundhog Day" loop of cloudless blues. The diamon who dwells in my camera decided to give me ultramarine instead of turquoise today. And its a string of hot days here in L.A. When you get tired of looking at cement, asphalt, and drywall covered in latex paint, remember this URL.
I went to a meeting of the Greater Los Angeles Writers Society last weekend for a presentation on "Creating Strong Female Characters." The presenter, screenwriter Christine Conradt, answered the question of whether men can write women or the other way around--primarily dealing with the question "Is there a basic gender difference?" (Which would then inform you that you must have women/men say or do these things...)
The answer is "no." And as observers and students of human nature, we all knew that. We were all pretty sure we could find exceptions to any generalization you could make about one sex or the other.
BUT, if you want to make mega-$$$ as a nonfiction writer, it's worth trying to write a book about sex generalizations to sell to the millions of people out there trying to salvage their marriages or relationships--because relationships are HARD to maintain and people are desperately looking for help. John Gray of Mars/Venus fame is laughing all the way to the bank. It was a fine presentation with a lot of sound ideas on how to create complex characters. She's the kind of person in Hollywood whose work you've seen, but you'll never know it.
Signing off. Have a great Thursday.
Love,
Pops
Here's Thursday's picture.
We're now in a "Groundhog Day" loop of cloudless blues. The diamon who dwells in my camera decided to give me ultramarine instead of turquoise today. And its a string of hot days here in L.A. When you get tired of looking at cement, asphalt, and drywall covered in latex paint, remember this URL.
The speaker, put here because people like text broken up by pics... |
The answer is "no." And as observers and students of human nature, we all knew that. We were all pretty sure we could find exceptions to any generalization you could make about one sex or the other.
Let us now praise rich and market-clever men! |
Signing off. Have a great Thursday.
Love,
Pops
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