On a lighter note…

6 07 2006

Sundown over the the pier, originally uploaded by ebilflindas.

…the Bug and I spent our 4ourth of July in Ocean Beach, with some friends. We got there nice and early, to enjoy hassle free parking and a couple hours of a relatively sparse beach crowd. At one point, there was nary a clear pathway from the sand to the water’s edge. I had to remind Ren more than a couple times to not step on blankets and towels, as initially, he would simply beeline directly to or from the water, veering only to avoid a prone or supine sunbather.

After 15 hours of revelry (well, perhaps it was more like 30% revelry/70% keeping an eye on Ren) we called it a day. Had we made it, say, 17 hours, we probably would’ve had a shorter drive home. Still, it wasn’t that bad, and even if it had only taken us 15 minutes, Ren still wouldn’t have been conscious when we hit the driveway. We slept the kind of sleep that only comes after a day of walking in the Sun and sand and splashing in the waves.

Speaking of which, the Bug seems to have made friends with the waves. By the end of the day, he was leaping off mounds of seaweed into the knee-deep froth of smaller waves. Even when he’d get a faceful of ocean, he’d pop up sputtering, but smiling.


Rider Down

2 07 2006

mr_fusion, originally uploaded by superstyleychick.

This is Kit.

He’s a blogger and a podcaster.

I “know” Kit from a community of podcasters/listeners that hangs out in a chat room known among members as “The Neverending Story”. It’s called that because there’s always someone online, and one only has to say a word, and the story continues. Members of this chat span the country, from Southern California to New England, but between the highly lively chat, the various podcasts produced, and social websites like myspace and flickr, the chat has become another hub of human contact in every member’s day. Not to sound overly-cliche, it’s something of a virtual water-cooler where everyone meets to hang-out for a minute, tell some jokes, bitch about work, share links to flickr pages or the latest find on break.com, and otherwise to just get to know one another. Several of the members have actually met in person, a lot of them met at last year’s Podcast Expo, and this further strengthens the camaraderie and overall connection between the members.

I just met Kit for the first time on Friday. I met him in the Medical Intensive Care Unit of Scripps/Mercy Hospital.

He was found (where, I don’t know) by passersby lying in the road near his motorcycle. He was unconscious and not breathing. They called 911 and performed CPR.

The three closest chat-members (nlinus, Kat, and me) met for dinner, as visiting hours had closed for the afternoon, and we had to wait until 8 pm for the evening visiting hours. When Kat and I made our way to the hospital, nlinus, whose wife and four year-old son had joined us for dinner, offered to have my four y.o. son hang out with them while I went to visit Kit. nlinus rocks in many ways.

Anyway, so I come to the point that this whole ramble was about. I got to meet someone whom I’ve only known as a person at the other end of a computer connection, except that meeting was at his MICU bedside, with him in a coma, and me trying not to feel awkward as I introduced myself and delivered greetings and words of love from the neverending chat.

If you’ve got any good thoughts to spare,  Kit could sure use some

Wet feet

23 06 2006

Wet feet, originally uploaded by ebilflindas.

So, for some reason this photo has gotten a few compliments. I simply took this shot for the flickr group, ► Where I Stand…, which is just what it sounds like: a collection of photos of where [you] stand. I snapped this one off just to have a submission to offer the group, so when I receive comments of appreciation for it, I'm taken by surprise.

When I take a moment to look at this photo, though, and try to take myself out of it, it really opens up to me. It's kind of a visual koan, an exercise in detachment, to look at a picture of your own feet, but to not see them as your own.

My flickr badge

14 06 2006

My flickr badge, originally uploaded by ebilflindas.

I am now a flickr pro. Yup, barely a week, and the free account became too restrictive. I gots shots to put up! I needs room to upload my visions. So I went pro. Straight up.

One cool thing in flickr is that you can save other's photos as favourites, and you can see who (if anyone) has saved any of your photos as their faves. Well, as I was discovering this, I was going through my photos, reading how many times each one had been viewed, who has added each one to their list of faves, and how many comments have been left. As I've only been on flickr a week, I was mildly pleased to see the handfuls or so of viewings each picture has enjoyed, and that one has even elicited a (nice) comment from a stranger. Then I stared in disbelief as I read the line, "Nobody counts (photo filename) as a favourite."

I couldn't believe it. Nobody actually saved my photos to their favourites list!

Now, I don't mean that I was shocked and amazed that not one person would add any of my photos to their fave list.

I actually thought "Nobody" was someone's flickr user-name!

I'm not sure which is worse; wondering why no one has added my photos yet, or thinking that after a mere week, my simple shots would already be considered as someone's favourites…


13 06 2006


2006_05290006, originally uploaded by ebilflindas.

Iris in the front yard

It's late.
I am
How's that
for a
first post?