Showing posts with label Stonyford. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stonyford. Show all posts
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Sunday, December 10, 2017
In My Own Little World
Constantly worried about a certain young man (identifying traits: luso-brasiliano/American, microcephaly, rather small of stature, might be seen in the Northern California area, often dresses sharply), and though I hate to infringe on his manly prerogatives, would someone pester him and keep him safe? Thank you... I have enough shady characters in my life, I know what kind of trouble could be out there...
My the skies above ZIP 95979 (39.302035,-122.511160) are so DANG BUSY this year. What gives?
I love how somebody from Sam Walton's family saw fit personally to teach me a lesson this year about the post-Upton Sinclair world of 2017, but really... Did that endeavor absolutely have to reflect on the teacher so that he or she looks like the billionaire white n*gger everyone assumes he or she is?
Oh boy... I'm sincerely worried about the lack of rain this winter, and what that means for our wildflower bounty in the coming Spring...
Per the usual, please feel free to donate to the Gofundme, PayPal or Venmo links on the right sidebar under William R. Way (or even just click through our sponsors for my AdSense...) Much obliged, and Snappy Holidays!
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My the skies above ZIP 95979 (39.302035,-122.511160) are so DANG BUSY this year. What gives?
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I love how somebody from Sam Walton's family saw fit personally to teach me a lesson this year about the post-Upton Sinclair world of 2017, but really... Did that endeavor absolutely have to reflect on the teacher so that he or she looks like the billionaire white n*gger everyone assumes he or she is?
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Friday, October 27, 2017
T O D A Y の 写真
五福
(If you're feeling generous and can be: Gofundme, Venmo, PayPal links to right... MUCH OBLIGED!)
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Ass-Crack O' Dawn
Early morning...
...And welcome to Stonyford, California, where I have lived since Tenderloin Neighborhood Development Corporation immorally and illegally displaced me three years ago...
...This is the house I must share with my mother...
...Where I prepare food...
...And contribute to the community...
...Dream of a life, maybe in Alameda, with REDACTED, or picnics in the park...
...And smoke out, and just sit there and look pretty...
(Please help us improve our land...)
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
On Security Measures (Some Backfire, Natch...)
And nothing on "Paranoia" spoken out loud as a "shut-down" word:
Karen Melton-Stewart, today's sort-of heroine...
(One moral of the story: it's not fun to be a tattle-tale, but it could save lives! You might be the only one with the correct thing to say in the room!)
Stonyford, California (formerly "Stony Ford," or "Smithville," IIRC in Wild West days - always and to this day unincorporated - when my family's property was among other things passed through by itinerants with their own portable foundry), ZIP 95979, was pasture land, as well as cowboys and Indian territory - well, Stonyford has always been interesting to describe to others in terms of its geographic location: it's essentially, in this day of Google Earth and Google Street View, a town of 139 souls (as far as the census goes) just on the Glenn County and Colusa County borders, in the Western mountains, about an hour North of Clear Lake.
Now, San Francisco is home to a lot of non-Northern California people, and the name of "Colusa," named after an already semi-mythical Chief Colus, is pretty much unheard of by a city that has a lot of historical ties to it; the OG who shoeshines his box with his windex downtown might know of East Park and have fished for bluegill and catfish there, but Scott Wiener's staff sneers the name "Stony-ferd" quizzically, even though the stone from which the Ferry Building was built was quarried right here in Sites, California, off the I-5, and then bustled down the Sacramento River as it runs through Colusa, California, to the delta and beyond on steamboat; VIP families had second homes in the city of Colusa, or would weekend at, say, the Olympic Hotel on Eddy to catch theatre shows back in the day...
(Speaking of the former Olympic, it is now converted to low-income apartments by TNDC. I lived in unit 212 for 4 1/2 years; in retrospect, it was a fine personal security measure to tell neighbors at social events that I was from "Mendocino County, up North"; nobody, among the pinay, Chinese, or old white gay dragons had heard of Colusa - okay, maybe Michael had - but also, it was a WEIRD FOUR AND A HALF YEARS, and truth be told, I was just using old counter-espionage trickery: it's more convenient to namedrop a County that has immediate, everywhere recognition, and I WAS living in a holding pen for elderly CIA assets: Chinese dissidents, pinay who'd lived in Riyadh, divinity majors... You see where I'm coming from THERE. No disrespect to Colusa County pride!)
Note to special needs: do you know OCD people? Sometimes they annoy us, doing necessary stuff, but too often, and the wrong way... But we can learn a little lesson from our obsessive-compulsive friends and family: remember, not only be careful of phishing Web sites (ask a friend what phishing with that spelling of "ph" is, if you can't look it up...); and don't tell vital information (banking stuff like balances or your banking institution's name) to strangers; be sure to change your passwords and pin numbers on occasion: passwords for e-mail, social media, and banking you might change every two to three months; pins for ATM and Debit cards: change those, too, sometimes - work out a schedule with your social worker/counselor!
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PS links to my Gofundme campaign and Venmo (the latter 'cos I'm personally broke) site on the sidebar to the right.... If you're feeling "CRAIGSLIST hooker-CLIENT GENEROU$")...
Karen Melton-Stewart, today's sort-of heroine...
(One moral of the story: it's not fun to be a tattle-tale, but it could save lives! You might be the only one with the correct thing to say in the room!)
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Now, San Francisco is home to a lot of non-Northern California people, and the name of "Colusa," named after an already semi-mythical Chief Colus, is pretty much unheard of by a city that has a lot of historical ties to it; the OG who shoeshines his box with his windex downtown might know of East Park and have fished for bluegill and catfish there, but Scott Wiener's staff sneers the name "Stony-ferd" quizzically, even though the stone from which the Ferry Building was built was quarried right here in Sites, California, off the I-5, and then bustled down the Sacramento River as it runs through Colusa, California, to the delta and beyond on steamboat; VIP families had second homes in the city of Colusa, or would weekend at, say, the Olympic Hotel on Eddy to catch theatre shows back in the day...
(Speaking of the former Olympic, it is now converted to low-income apartments by TNDC. I lived in unit 212 for 4 1/2 years; in retrospect, it was a fine personal security measure to tell neighbors at social events that I was from "Mendocino County, up North"; nobody, among the pinay, Chinese, or old white gay dragons had heard of Colusa - okay, maybe Michael had - but also, it was a WEIRD FOUR AND A HALF YEARS, and truth be told, I was just using old counter-espionage trickery: it's more convenient to namedrop a County that has immediate, everywhere recognition, and I WAS living in a holding pen for elderly CIA assets: Chinese dissidents, pinay who'd lived in Riyadh, divinity majors... You see where I'm coming from THERE. No disrespect to Colusa County pride!)
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Perennially, almost traditionally, seniors and the disabled are taken horrible advantage of by scammers and grifters, so here's a public service announcement:
Note to special needs: do you know OCD people? Sometimes they annoy us, doing necessary stuff, but too often, and the wrong way... But we can learn a little lesson from our obsessive-compulsive friends and family: remember, not only be careful of phishing Web sites (ask a friend what phishing with that spelling of "ph" is, if you can't look it up...); and don't tell vital information (banking stuff like balances or your banking institution's name) to strangers; be sure to change your passwords and pin numbers on occasion: passwords for e-mail, social media, and banking you might change every two to three months; pins for ATM and Debit cards: change those, too, sometimes - work out a schedule with your social worker/counselor!
SHIP'S SECURITY: "And remember: when going to the ATM or bank to get cash, take along a buddy you can trust! (Ideally not a redshirt yeoman, who might die on the way there or back!)"
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PS links to my Gofundme campaign and Venmo (the latter 'cos I'm personally broke) site on the sidebar to the right.... If you're feeling "CRAIGSLIST hooker-CLIENT GENEROU$")...
Monday, September 25, 2017
I Have Been a Fraud, a Hypocrite, and a Coward...
...And I may yet be again...
"Be not intimidated; nor suffer yourselves to be wheedled out of your liberties by any pretense of politeness, delicacy, or decency. These, as they are often used, are but three different names for hypocrisy, chicanery and cowardice." - John Adams
NEXT WEEK: My Shanghai trickery and Fukien shenanigans reveal a Swedish mystery, as well as a Danish delight!
...So one thing led to another, and suddenly Phyllis' eyeball was out of her socket, and John Adams took a knee to the groin from Buffy the Vampire Slayer...
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"Be not intimidated; nor suffer yourselves to be wheedled out of your liberties by any pretense of politeness, delicacy, or decency. These, as they are often used, are but three different names for hypocrisy, chicanery and cowardice." - John Adams
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NEXT WEEK: My Shanghai trickery and Fukien shenanigans reveal a Swedish mystery, as well as a Danish delight!
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Really cool list of resources on my latest Gofundme update, if anyone's in the 530 area code and shopping for kit homes. (Even if you don't donate to our family's cause, thanks for reading!)
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My new band name: David Attenborough and the Tralfamadorians... (It was a toss up between that toss-off and, "Tyrone and the Meth," but nobody gets the Tyrone-to-Gravity's Rainbow reference.)
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Finishing up (.pdf) my exhibit for the Stonyford Museum's rock collection, then going underneath the house today... Will report back after noon!
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Old Snapshots (And Another Marriage Proposal to That F*CKING MARINE... Yuck, I Know)
Mom at Aquatic Park in '67 or '68.
Me in the ET shirt and Eric in the Osh Kosh at - that's right - East Park in '82 or '83.
Dad in '92 or '93 with Firecracker (who's now with Brusseau the Younger, and lives right up the road -- I should visit her before she dies of old age...)
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