Fear

When I was younger I once forced my brother to walk with me 100 yards to our mailbox because I was afraid of being mauled to death by a mountain lion. Unknowingly to me, the chances of a lion attack were about eighty to ninety percent because I smell like tender butter steaks.

handicap hikers?

Point Loma Nazarene University has a few parking lots for visitors and the public to use. One of these lots is conveniently placed at the start of a hiking trail that winds down the huge cliffs that end on the beach. This lot is no where close to any buildings. Now what I don't understand is why there would be this....


I'm just concerned that these people might have a few problems with their wheelchairs on terrain like this.


I'm glad their is a spot for the handicap. I just don't want to see any broken hips.

Juggling Blood and Fire

I give my approval of the movie Into the Wild.

The story is about a man named Chris who's travels ultimately lead him to Alaska. Every person has their fair share of flaws and strengths. Chris's inability to confront the problems in his life is frustrating to watch but seeing him meet new people and change their lives is fascinating.

Man, after I watched this video I was so stoked. I had all these great thoughts about how I was going to change people's lives for the better. These thoughts are all great and grand but the hard part is applying them to your life. Sometimes it's a challenge to do this but I think for the most part people just need to buck up and make it happen.

Thank You Patient

The hospital I work at gave me a call and informed me that a patient in the ICU (where I work) had tuberculosis and they were unaware until just now that she had it. So now the whole hospital has to get tested, including me.

It's very probable that I am a walking infection. And by "very probable" I actually mean not probable.

VW Bug in that Barrel.

Finding the new spots of surf in a city is sure fun. It's like a treasure hunt except that there is treasure everywhere. You just walk from spot to spot picking up golden coins and rusty swords. Then once you settle at a spot you're able to sit in the glorious rays of sunlight while you get pulled into mounds of pudding that leave you breathless. Plus you're able to enjoy the experience with other treasure hunters. For the most part these aren't the cutthroat, backstabbing thieving punks who would force you to find a Holy Grail. These are long-haired, PLB(pretty laid back) type guys who would rather play in the ocean then the dirt. Every now and then there might be a skirmish between two pirate types over one of nature's swells but no one ever gets shot and they never last long.

dippo slap.

The Great Monument

There is this monument at the very end of Point Loma. The "Cabrillo" Monument is it's name. They have all these signs around the area with arrows pointing in the direction of the great monument. It must be some type of pilgrimage deal because what kind of people are hunting for this thing? Are signs really necessary? Well the signs did do one thing, they sparked my interest so I hopped on my bike and started to follow the signs.

I hate riding my bike near the road. I hate bikers who bike near the road. It's a lose lose situation. As an auto driver I can't understand why somebody would want to be so close to something that is flying by at 40 mph. As a bike rider I understand that one of these days I'm gonna get creamed.

I don't push myself very hard when I solo bike. I brought my camera and whenever I saw something picture worthy I'd snap a shot. Here's a shot of the Navy's secret watering hole above the ocean.

They have this water here in case the ocean dries up.

I twisted along this road that heads to the Point of Point Loma. Apparently the monument is at the very end? I pedaled and pedaled up this hill and came up to a pay booth in the middle of the road. I checked out the sign in front of it and it costs three bucks to get in! What a rip. I didn't have money so I turned around. No monument to be seen today. But the whole way back was downhill so I pretended I was Rocky from the three ninjas and hit the curbs as jumps. That was pretty fun.

Thank You Foreigners.

Getting a job is turning out to be harder then it looks. I've spent the last three weeks combing over Craig's List, applying at retail stores, coffee shops and hotels and I'm burned out. Now you would think that if you lived in a city with more then 1 million people living in it that it would be easy to get a job. Oh no, that's the great myth. It's actually fifty times harder to get a job.

Lucky for me I have a back up plan to get some cash. I was a bit cautious when I received an e-mail from Ciana Yatchins, an English artist, who is struggling with getting her American clients checks cashed. But fortunately for me, she needs a middle man who can handle the money and get it turned into the euro. I'll be rolling in the dough as soon as she confirms my social security number.

Only the Best.

I'm too cheap to buy music but thanks to youtube I can listen to wonderful things while I'm on the compy. Here's a quick playlist of what I've been listening to. Got some music I need to hear? Lemme know.