The panorama function on the iPhone is amazing, but it can give some weird fisheye lens effects.
Our view down the hill, through the trees (where the owls and unexplained foreign quail hang out) and off toward the east. If you find the right spot through the trees you can see all the way to Griffith Observatory just north of downtown LA.
That sidewalk? It’s actually a circle around the backyard and from this point stretches out to my left and right behind me, back toward the house. So while it looks like I’m standing at the top of a deep ravine cutting into the hillside, in fact it’s convex, not concave.
Have a quiet weekend, folks. God knows that I’m exhausted and can use a couple days off, with a short week and a four-day weekend ahead. I feel like I’m just barely going to make it to the finish line. I’m sure many (most?) of you know the feeling.
Keep breathing. One step at a time. Don’t panic!
After adrenaline comes the crash and exhaustion…
And then more adrenaline…
A couple of weather systems have been moving through SoCal this weekend, bringing the season’s first snow up over the Grapevine, a few showers around the area (I don’t think we’ve gotten a drop, damn it!) which can be hazardous and cause mudslides in those recently burned areas, made it windy as hell, and brought the temperatures way down near freezing at night.
It’s the winds that are probably responsible for knocking out the power three times at the office. Since it was out long enough and often enough to outlast all of the Uninterruptable Power Supplies and kill the server and my office computer, I got to panic and run in to bring everything online again so I can hit my deadlines for tomorrow.
It’s a hell of a drug.
So is sleep. Or so I hear, at least.
Earlier today I was bemoaning the fact that the gods seemed to be mocking us quite deliberately. In past years, whenever possible, we would take several telescopes and binoculars out into the front yard on Halloween and show folks some planets and such while handing out candy. We lived on a street with lots of traffic, flat, just a few houses down from the elementary school, and we would always get a crowd. But we didn’t even try to do that last year since no one comes by this house for Halloween, which is on at the very top of a REALLY steep hill with almost no through traffic.
But tonight… Tonight would have been perfect. All day it’s been clear as a bell, not a cloud in the sky. And while some years there wasn’t anything too big and bright and easy to look at, tonight there’s Jupiter and Saturn and Mars and a full Moon!
Laughing gods suck.
“Fortunately,” it clouded up a bit. Which eased the sting a little. And gave us a nice sunset to send off October.
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And once all was said and done, we never got a single trick-or-treater at our door. Not surprising – two years ago we only got two or three, last year we got zero, and this year with have COVID on top of it.
Tonight we turn our clocks back to end Daylight Saving Time, and then there’s something coming up on Tuesday that might cause some sturm und drang.
Hold on, folks. Here we go…
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Standing on the corner of 1st Street & Grand Avenue in downtown Los Angeles last night. The Disney Concert Hall is at the left, the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion (the south end of the Music Center) on the right. Just off to the far right of this view, down the hill, is the iconic Los Angeles City Hall.
The Ives 3rd Symphony was interesting, particularly after watching much of a pre-concert talk being given in the DCH lobby about Ives. There is so much I don’t know about him or his music. I’ll have to correct that.
The Dvorak 9th Symphony (the “New World” Symphony) was beyond words, spectacular, amazing, fantastic, ausgezeichnet, mind blowing… To hear it in that almost acoustically perfect space, with the LA Philharmonic giving it their all, and the energetic Gustavo Dudamel conducting… If you can listen to that without being moved to tears of joy, we probably can’t be friends.
Even if you’re not a classical music fan… Even if you can’t see it at the Disney Concert Hall or its like… Even if you can’t see it performed by the LA Philharmonic or an equivalent group… Even if it’s a high school band in the gym and you’re only there because your hair dresser’s kid is playing third flute…
Go see the New World Symphony performed live. It’s a bucket list item.
Taken the same day as last week, just a different view.
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From left to right, the A6M3 Zero, the P-51 Mustang, the F8 Bearcat, the (red) F-24, and the F6 Hellcat.
When you get there early, before everyone else, you can go talk to the planes all by yourself.
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- From left to right:
- Navion (silver)
- F-24 (red)
- P-47 Thunderbolt (in restoration)
- F8 Bearcat (in front)
- F6 Hellcat (in back, mostly just the prop showing to the left of the F8’s tail)
- A6M3 Zero (green & gold, behind the P-51)
- P-51 Mustang
Enjoy the silence.
This will be quick – I just came up for air from being buried in accounting and righteous indignation on social media and realized it’s 23:59
Again, from last Saturday.
There was BBQ at our house because, well… Kansas City! BBQ! Duh!
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There was some tension being behind by ten points with only about eight minutes left – but you have seen us play, right? Like, really?
There was champagne that we had been saving for a special occasion, and they don’t get just a whole lot more special than this.
There was hanging out and celebrating and watching Andy Reid get his awards and Patrick Mahomes get his and everyone else looking at wedding pictures.
See you next year, same time, same place – back to back!
(And pitchers and catchers report in eight days…)
Once the airshow’s over things get back to normal. The airspace is released from its FAA waiver and regular flights resume. The warbirds are still lined up, but the crowds take off quickly to try to beat the traffic out. So it’s easy to get right up to the flight line and take a big, wide picture.
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From left to right:
- the Beech Staggerwing I’ve been gushing about
- a tiny bit of the red nose of the CAF F-24
- a tiny bit of the blue and yellow nose of one of our PT-19s
- across the runway, our yellow SNJ
- our blue F6F Bearcat
- our blue F8F Hellcat
- a P-51, checkered nose, not ours, not sure which one
- a T-6, I believe it’s War Bird
- the oddity of it all, a Cessna 172 that was taxiing to the left while I was scanning to the right (!!)
- our P-51
- our blue PBJ bomber
- above, a helicopter giving rides now that the airspace is open
- a green & yellow B-25 owned by the AAF
- our Zero
- the MIG-17 owned by one of our pilots
- a lot of other warbirds off in the distance
Yep, out of the frying pan… So few hours for sleep…
Think of good thoughts, happy memories. Like last Saturday, on the ramp before the crowds got too big…