The Animal I am

My answer to one of John S's make-busy chores. 

 

Comment from bbartle3
9/6/07 6:12 PM | Permalink

I'm an Australian rabbit. I made
my burrow under an enormous
bolder, half of which goes deeply
underground. There are many
exits and entrances so that if
they send a ferret down one or
even more entrances, I'm outta
there in a flash. Dogs I avoid by
smelling their approach. Guns
are the biggest menace which is why
I feed usually after dark. My burrow
is so long, secretive, and many-chambered
I can have many different types of female
rabbits to breed with, play with, and cuddle
with. When a bunny, I had many a long,
safe chat with Beatrice Potter.  I don't
tell many people this secret but Beatrice
and I were lovers, testing the biology
of Natural Selection. The result?
Peter Rabbit, my true son!

Barry
http://journals.aol.com/bbartle3/Vengeance/

AA Battery Recharging

To my puny hundred dollar digital camera I've amassed 12 AA rechargeable batteries and five chargers. One of the latter is to recharge in the car (seven seat Mazda van which has an 110V outlet). One nifty recharger claims to recharge in 2 hours. This one is the only one which specifies green light for "Ready" and red for "Charging." Another is the reverse! At Best Buy over the holiday weekend I stumbled upon a 2 GB camera card on sale for $19.95. In my toy camera that stores over 300 photos. Not sure what to do with my several times filled, and deleted other 2 GB camera card.   

The bee and the landscape snaps were taken quickly: the bee one in case it bit me, and the second taken thru' the windshild while stopped: didn't want to get hit from the rear. The white cloud is directly East from Griffith Park. It is a regular feature seen from LA, often many much bigger white clouds. They are formed when cold air from the ocean 25 miles away, moves inland to take the place of hot air from the desert rising. If you could throw a stone over that white cloud it might land 175 miles away near Las Vegas.

Digital is better than film. Pretty soon different, longer lasting batteries will go on sale, IMO.  When I look back at my film photos I flinch in disappointment. By comparison everything looks artificial on film. Never dreamed I'd say that.

Now I have to wait for Vincent, napping after school, first day back after summer holidays, to wake up and post my two blue photos.  

P.S.  The bee crashed the party at a bench under the trees in Griffith Park. Later the merry-go-round, the children's train, riding ponies, and later still, steaks et al at Sizzler. Nice happy holiday.

Barry

 

 

Dunno yet.

I've got everything crossed hoping that clicking on Permalink before starting to type will narrow my journal format when I click on 'Save'.

Well, I'm in a bit of an uproar this morning. Well, for one thing this is the second day after surgery and I hurt a mite. It'll heal.

The truth is I'm feeling a little sorry for myself. After a life time, almost, and anyway beginning when I was 14, and my mother died - yes this is a sob story, so perhaps have a hanky handy, heh - someone I've known Online for maybe ten years mercilessly attacked me on a message board after she'd seen my AOL Journal photos - I've struggled to find family again. All attempts failed until 1992 when I met my wife. So, we've been married 15 years, four children, and we're all as happy as bugs in a rug.  Take a gander at the following directed at me, and not just some third world despot:

One glimpse of the family photo told me all I ever need or want to know about his vacuous, narrow-minded arrogance and his sad-looking wife and children -- who should now definitely be off limits. That photo tipped everything he's said over the last few years into a scary, fun house perspective. It's just wrong. Not funny, not kooky, and not interesting for any longer than it takes to hose maggots out of a garbage can after the first shock of discovery and the brief fascination at the teeming number of them.

From: Daedalass

At first, years ago, I surmised that this Member was a woman college professor. She was measured, semi-literary, undeclarative, distant. Because of the ending of the screen name I assumed it was a woman being humorous. But suddenly Daedalus has flown too close to the sun, again, and her wings have melted.  But that's idle conjecture; truth is I'm stunned at the out-of-control vituperous onslaught against me, my children and my wife. There was a time when one would be benched for such a personal, take-no-prisoners wipeout.

She mentioned she had a Jade tree. Later I said "You have a Jade tree," and she replied, "No, I have two."

"Mary Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow?" asks the nursery rhyme. I'm surprised her jade trees don't wither up and die. Perhaps she's getting old, has no children and nurses bitter regrets?

Thisnot to air private grievances.  No, no, her broadside was posted on a message board. We've never met, never had any intercourse other than on an AOL message board.

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I might try to write here about the thumbs down I got via several communications that my crash photos were not well-received. Gee, I just carry a tiny digital camera in my pants pocket and shoot whatever grabs me.  Today I might try to get a shot of the enormous white clouds that rise majestically over the San Gabriel mountains, clouds formed when cold air from the Pacific meets hot air rising from the desert.

Have a GREAT holiday weekend. (Support your labor Union; I do! This is Labor Day weekend, correct? :-/

Barry

 

My journal, adjusted, format

I just want to see if I'm  afflicted with

a wide, wide format forever.

 

Barry

LIFE, and death..............

Aiming for a parking space beginning near approaching end of the red painted gutter I came across a horrendous accident. All morning afterwards I was shaking from sadness and apprehnsion. I was en route to the doctor's office (the surgery is tomorrow morning) and running slightly late but i HAD to whip out my cheapo Polaroid digital camera and take some snaps. The accident happened on Burton Way in Beverly Hills near Cedars Sinia Hospital, mthe office buildings of whioch I was about to walk to, one block.

First pix almost standing up; Vincent positioned his brother Mark, and is standing just out of frame, in case!

Mother and child. Leonardo I ain't, but my love the same.

This is one of two fire engines that came to our building the night of the fire. To get there cooperation I asked politely and added that BACKDRAFT the movie wass the children's fav., which is true next to CRASH. (To my critics on the subject of what children should watch, I say, 'You bring up your children and I'll bring up mine.')  The tallest of the enormous firefighters confided that BACKDRAFT was his favorite movie too!  Ha ha.

Bought at Goodwill for a song. Unsigned, but my wild hunch is that the original hangs in the National Gallery in London, and was painted in the late 1800 about the time of the introduction of electricity. The style might be French imprsssionism taken indoors at night, a la Van Gogh - who wasn't an Impressionist, ha! Ol' Vincent was a law unto himself.

I tripped the self-timer, then couldn't see if it was running and it was too bright to see the image on the back of the camera, and there was too much light to see the self-timer light, or to hear it. The baby was accidentally cut out!?  Groan. But, I thought it does show the locale, Venice Beach walkway a visit to which is worth a whole college credit in Soc. Rel (Social Relations).

-----------------   Barry

I'll Find Out As I Type

Arrived at the scene of an accident today before the fire engines, two, had left, and after the ambulances had left, while one of the vehicles involved was upside down, half on the sidewalk, and the other vehicle sat in the middle of Burton Way with its front smashed in. I might, Vincent willing, post two of the five shots I took before going in to see the doctor, I think I'll post two here so you won't think I'm making it up, ha, and of course if Vincent is available. I have two other snaps I want to post, Mark kinda standing up eating the remote, and the other 5/6th of the family taken at Venice Beach walkway. The baby accidentally got cut out. Too bright sun to see the composition; I ran back after tripping the self-timer as usual.

Lot of chat about God on the Do You Believe? message board based on Biblical quotes. Curiously enough, that almost never leads to constructive interaction. It should be possible to talk about God with no Biblical references. Yearning for closeness to God doesn't need writing of any make or size to justify our quest, IMO.

Better stop before I get on the subject of movies again, ha ha ha.....

 

Barry

http://journals.aol.com/bbartle3/Vengeance/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'll find out, maybe, as I type.

In America, UK friends, pro football - you know, the version of football in which you can actually throw the ball forward, ahead of you!  Madness, right? Well, it's wanting one's cake and eating it too, veddy Americaine.  (In Australia I played Rugby Union at boarding school. I was lousy, but I did tackle well, so well that against St Josephs I was allowed to play on the A-Team, once.  I tackled freight trains! Nuts, ya know, but otherwise I stank.

An American famous for being able the throw the ball forward, in his position as quarterback, Vick is about to be jailed, let go from his lucrative football contract, and otherwise despised, for fostering dog fights for money, then killing the losing dogs.

Now, I'm a bit upset about that on two grounds: I still own a pitbull, the noble dog 'Tyson', who I love but have given to the care of my friend Arturo in Mexico. (Tyson was named after boxer Tyson the bighter. He bit opponent's ears.) In addition, dogfighting has a long history in England, and my prejudice is that if it was done in Britain, it simply must be A-Okay. My dog comes from breeding Bull Dogs, with Terriers. Something like that, resulting in Bull Terriers. Or, whatever, hence Pit Bulls.

The other objection I have is that football in America has sunk so low players actually try to injure each other on the field.  'Piling on' - diving on the just-grounded player, can earn a penalty, light, but usually goes ignored, unpunished, and applauded. Dog fighting doesn't seem quite as serious to me as deliberately injuring another player.  I guess there's a limit to my love of dogs. 

I'm dreadfully afraid that there's a racist element to this persecution of Mr. Vick the promoter of dog fights. This Vick, Englishmen and women, is drop dead handsome, strong, tall and skilled. His walk sends shivers of envy through opposing white football players, hence the fury with which he is piled upon when tackled.  A White Baseball bigwig years ago was fired for blurting out to the press that Black athletes got that way, Big-strong-handsome-virile and highly talented, because slavery bred them that way. Gulp.  But, if that was true where is the shame in speaking the truth? Hybrid Vigor! The offspring of disparate parents tend to be superior in brains and brawn.  Which of course is one of oodles of reasons why I thrilled at having interracial children.  (Have you ever seen lots and lots of photos of Peruvian women? I did last night on TV, a documentary. Spanish and Indian mixing in Peru seemed to have produced beauty beyond description due perhaps to the addition of South Sea island genes, and Oriental genes. The enormous Olmec head outside in copy at the Anthropology Museum in Mexico City, is clearly Asian. I'm not saying Olmecs were in Peru. I don't know where they were/are. Peruvian women came from God. I'll leave it at that!

Have you stolen a peek at Iranian women in newsreels? I have a flash for Muslim violent men: if they really truly believe they can keep those women all for yourselves, they oughtta think again: it ain't gonna hoppen ploppers, not in the modern age, it ain't, no matter how brutally they insist women cover up head-to-toe tip, and bow to stern (Ooooooo that 'Stern') because the cameras will do them in. Truth will out. Ha ha ha a ha ha........................Remember the ghasly hideous scenes secretly photographed at a football stadium in Afghanistan showing women being shot in the head from behind for showing some ankle in the marketplace? Those women will be avenged. History will do the job. And biology, and hybrid vigor, and God's love for all his children.

Barry

http://journals.aol.com/bbartle3/Vengeance/