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2006-08-06
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I'M DYIN' OUT HERE. THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING THING. YOU HAVE TO HELP ME. FUCK.
I was just awakened from a lovely nap by lost bro guys. There were two of them, the Shouter and the Mumbler. The Shouter was on his phone and alternately talking to the Mumbler.
SHOUTER: AN HOUR AGO WE WERE AT THE BAR AND NOW WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE!!
MUMBLER: Urghm... [inaudible]
SHOUTER: WHAT THE FUCK, I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME! NO, I'M AT HARMONY AND BAGUETTE! NO! GET THE COMPUTER!
MUMBLER: grghgm...
SHOUTER: SHUT THE FUCK UP! NO! I DON'T KNOW. I WALKED THE WHOLE WAY. YOU GOTTA HELP ME. COME ON. FUCKIN'. THIS IS FUCKING NOWHERE.
SHOUTER: FUCK FUCK, FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK! HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN? YES I SAID HARMONY AND BAGUETTE. NO I DON'T KNOW. YOU TELL ME WHICH WAY! LEFT OR RIGHT? I'M FACING... FUCK JUST TELL ME HOW TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!
This went on for about fifteen minutes. For reference, I'm a half mile from the boulevard where any bar would be, and if you look down "Harmony" you can see a major thoroughfare at each end within a few minutes' walking distance. Shouter was degenerating into a meltdown panic as if he'd fallen into an abandoned mineshaft or been left behind by the last chopper out of a firefight in Afghanistan. Periodically he attempted to hail some passing car. Oh dear god don't leave the poor boy here in this suburban neighborhood that's laid out in a grid. Some soccer mom will skin him alive for a laugh or he'll be mauled and eaten by wandering housecats.
Finally I went out to either help him find his way out of our living Hell or get him to shut up. He was headed in the right direction, though, and he and Mumbler slowly flapped in their flip-flops towards the twinkling lights of the Oasis called Newport Boulevard.
SHOUTER: YEAH, BUT WHAT WAS FUNNY IS HOW MUCH WE RIPPED HIM OFF!!
MUMBLER: shut the fuck up
SHOUTER: WE GOT HIS NINETY BUCKS AND THERE'S NO WAY HE GOT HIS MONEY'S WORTH! HAHAHAHAHAH!
SHOUTER: AN HOUR AGO WE WERE AT THE BAR AND NOW WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE!!
MUMBLER: Urghm... [inaudible]
SHOUTER: WHAT THE FUCK, I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME! NO, I'M AT HARMONY AND BAGUETTE! NO! GET THE COMPUTER!
MUMBLER: grghgm...
SHOUTER: SHUT THE FUCK UP! NO! I DON'T KNOW. I WALKED THE WHOLE WAY. YOU GOTTA HELP ME. COME ON. FUCKIN'. THIS IS FUCKING NOWHERE.
SHOUTER: FUCK FUCK, FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK! HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN? YES I SAID HARMONY AND BAGUETTE. NO I DON'T KNOW. YOU TELL ME WHICH WAY! LEFT OR RIGHT? I'M FACING... FUCK JUST TELL ME HOW TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!
This went on for about fifteen minutes. For reference, I'm a half mile from the boulevard where any bar would be, and if you look down "Harmony" you can see a major thoroughfare at each end within a few minutes' walking distance. Shouter was degenerating into a meltdown panic as if he'd fallen into an abandoned mineshaft or been left behind by the last chopper out of a firefight in Afghanistan. Periodically he attempted to hail some passing car. Oh dear god don't leave the poor boy here in this suburban neighborhood that's laid out in a grid. Some soccer mom will skin him alive for a laugh or he'll be mauled and eaten by wandering housecats.
Finally I went out to either help him find his way out of our living Hell or get him to shut up. He was headed in the right direction, though, and he and Mumbler slowly flapped in their flip-flops towards the twinkling lights of the Oasis called Newport Boulevard.
SHOUTER: YEAH, BUT WHAT WAS FUNNY IS HOW MUCH WE RIPPED HIM OFF!!
MUMBLER: shut the fuck up
SHOUTER: WE GOT HIS NINETY BUCKS AND THERE'S NO WAY HE GOT HIS MONEY'S WORTH! HAHAHAHAHAH!
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The Sunken City of San Pedro
When they said that California would fall into the sea, they weren't kidding! Well, at least that was the case of San Pedro, California. In 1929 a sizeable section of land in the southern tip of San Pedro began to unexplainably slip into the sea. The 600 block of Paseo Del Mar began moving seaward in 1929 and continued to slip until the mid 1930s. Movement was measured as high as 11 inches a day. Due to quick action, all but two of the houses on the seaward side of the street were moved before toppling into the sea. The eastern section of Point Fermin Park was lost and the entire area is very unstable, yet not moving at the present time. Geologists have termed this phenomenon as a "slump" and this area has been featured in many geological studies and books. This geological mystery also occurs about 4 or 5 miles up the coast from this spot at Portuguese Bend in Rancho Palos Verdes. The Portuguese Bend Slide Area is still moving and slipping into the sea. Palos Verdes Drive South, the main road through the area, has to be refurbished continuously and frequently as it is constantly being displaced by the movement. This area is closed by chain link fencing, but may still be viewed at the south end of Pacific Avenue or the east end of Pt. Fermin Park at Paso Del Mar and Gaffey Street. — http://www.laokay.com/MiscSanPedro.htm
San Pedro's Sunken City - Flickr Photoset
via this post on blogging.la, which also has a fascinating link to a shipwreck site in Palos Verdes.
Shipwrecks and sunken cities right here in Southern California! Neato!
Callous Complacence
A Soldier's Declaration
I am making this statement as an act of willful defiance of military authority, because I believe that the war is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it.
I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers. I believe that this war, upon which I entered as a war of defense and liberation, has now become a war of aggression and conquest. I believe that the purpose for which I and my fellow-soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them, and that, had this been done, the objects which actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation.
I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust.
I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed. On behalf of those who are suffering now I make this protest against the deception which is being practiced on them; also I believe that I may help to destroy the callous complacence which the majority of those at home regard the continuance of agonies which they do not share, and which they have not sufficient imagination to realize.
— Siegfried Sassoon, July 1917.
I am making this statement as an act of willful defiance of military authority, because I believe that the war is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it.
I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers. I believe that this war, upon which I entered as a war of defense and liberation, has now become a war of aggression and conquest. I believe that the purpose for which I and my fellow-soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them, and that, had this been done, the objects which actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation.
I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust.
I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed. On behalf of those who are suffering now I make this protest against the deception which is being practiced on them; also I believe that I may help to destroy the callous complacence which the majority of those at home regard the continuance of agonies which they do not share, and which they have not sufficient imagination to realize.
— Siegfried Sassoon, July 1917.