N’awleans – the Irish Rose, and Jack, the evil bartender
And finally, since I am on a roll this week, reminiscing, I offer you a tour of New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina.
This was my first and only trip to the city that is the birthplace of Jazz. I was there a total of three nights, and I am certain that my liver would not have survived a fourth.
As with my two previous posts, clicking on the image will take you to the original entry. Not a few paintings were born from this trip, and all of them have long since sold, if I am not mistaken.
The Southernmost Point
Since I am in an introspective/retrospective mood, I figured I would share my first trip to Key West.
Liz and I made the trek with Stacy and Harry, taking turns driving pretty much straight through from New Jersey to Florida, where we stayed at Stacy’s sister’s house before continuing down Rt 1 the next day.
We rented a small two bedroom accommodation at Courtney’s Place, the only place we will stay when we visit. Even though I had lived in Florida in the 1980′s, I had never made to down to the Keys. It was an experience to visit from Christmas through New Years – and certainly not an experience for the faint of heart.
Anyway, the picture links to the original unedited post.
Margarita Bash 2005
I was going through my directories on the web server, re-discovering long forgotten posts from the former iteration of my personal blog.
Last year I was forced to move the site from one very lousy web-hosting company to the current location. In the process I lost years of posts, and had to start afresh. I kept the new version less cluttered, which meant removing hundreds of links to sticky posts such as my annual Margarita Bash updates. Fortunately the web pages and pictures survived the move. (Hint: click the image to see the picture gallery) Read more
Mixed Bag of Updates
I suppose some updates are past due. It has actually been a very busy week, if not very productive.
I have been busy with website updates for several of my clients. the nice thing about working nights is that I have afternoons to sit on the patio and work on these projects.
I already hate Windows 8.1
I got sick and tired of the Windows nag messages to update from Windows 8 to Windows 8.1. I figured that any small upgrade could not be that bad, and finally fell into Microsloth‘s trap! Read more
Yesterday was opening day of the Arizona Renaissance Festival. I am fortunate enough to live fifteen minutes from the Faire!
I have not posted recently because life has been very busy! I have been working nights, sleeping days – that doesn’t leave me much time to get into trouble.
The Ren Faire is open for almost two months. Opening day is always packed, so we had an early start. Read more
Several years ago I was contacted by an entity that claimed they wanted to purchase this domain, wuli.com. They offered a low-ball $1000, and I turned them down. Shortly after, I received even more offers, each for incrementally more.
The offers increased to a bid if $7,000 which I flatly rejected. When they pressed me for a price that I would accept, I offered a number based on the price that some friends got when they sold xes.com. Read more
It has started again – fucking Chinese assholes demanding that I sell my domain to them for a pittance – because they “are not really that wealthy”.
This began three years ago, with emails asking if the domain was for sale, and when I said everything had a price, they figured I meant I would give it away!
I have owned wuli.com since 1998. I have built my creative design business around the name – the websites I have built on this domain have landed me two different full-time jobs as web designer and graphic artist. I have sold countless paintings and sculptural pieces through the website. My main email is through this site’s mail server, and email address I have owned and used since the site’s inception. I have people that contact me once every few years, and use the site’s form mail or they use my personal email address – people with which if the domain changed, I would lose contact.
I am sorry, but the promise a thousand dollars from some shady person overseas is not worth the hassle of changing the ten email addresses I host for clients, of changing the contact information for the dozen or so websites that I manage for other, of changing the contact information for EVERY account that I use – including all those that I have forgotten that I use!
So figure this out – unless the offer is in five-figures, please do not even waste my time.
In Gold Canyon, AZ lies hidden down a maze of residential streets the entrance to the Hieroglyphic Trail. At three miles, this is a short day trip, but don’t think for a moment this is a walk in the park. This is considered an easy hike, but you have to remember that you are starting at an elevation of 2,100 feet and finishing at almost 2,700. Wear comfortable hiking shoes.
The trailhead can be a challenge in itself, simply to find. You drive through a new residential development and pass older established houses. The streets turn left then right then loop back again before taking you to the parking area.
You enter the trail through a cattle gate, and there is a log book that you are requested to sign before entering, and again upon leaving, to assist potential rescue crews. There are dozens of rescues a year, as well as several deaths, of unfortunate hikers.
You will want to practice proper hiking etiquette (carry in, carry out), and beware of rattlesnakes sunning on the rocks. It is a one and a half mile hike up to the petroglyphs – most believe these were the work of the Hohokam tribe, and that they date back to 700 -110 A.D.
There is a pond filled with cold water most of the winter and spring. You will certainly want to avoid hiking during Monsoon, as the streams and trails become gushing torrential rivers.
Your best bet is to avoid weekends and holidays (and Spring Break) as this is a heavily traveled trail, especially during these peak times. Unfortunately some lame-ass scumbags have added their own graffiti to this irreplaceable landmark.
I am into my second new year in Arizona. 2014 is coming off to a good start, and I have reason to feel positive. However, I am hesitant to become too optimistic, I have been beaten down to the gutter every other time things began to look up, and each backward spiral took me deeper than when I began.
But, I am cautiously optimistic – what can I say? Like the electrical towers in New Mexico that I spotted as I drove across country, teetering on an impossible point (proof of alien technology?), but somehow surviving desert winds, I suppose that I will make it through stronger than I started; at least that is what Nietzsche claims. Read more
The desert isn’t merely a blend of tans, browns and ochres. Granted, these hues dominate the Sonoran Desert landscape, but there are plenty of greens with splashes of intense color.
After the winter rains, spring brings a green carpet to the valley; shades of green overtake the ochres and browns of the mountains.
During and shortly after Monsoon the desert comes alive in a blaze of green and yellow grasses with bright flowers of intense purple, yellow, red and orange. Read more