Monday, January 25, 2010

THE BUMMER-FREE ZONE HAS MOVED...

Like a band of nomads that settles into a spot until the area's resources are depleted before moving on again the Bummer-Free Zone has struck it's tents, extinguished the fires, roused the beasts of burden, and have moved on to the next valley, which is to say that Blogger won't let me upload anymore photos without paying a fee.

www.bummerfreezone.blogspot.com

I'm still unpacking boxes and setting things up over at the Bummer-Free Zone's new home, but feel free to come over anytime- just excuse the mess.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

MY SHOES UPDATE

As you well know, I have three pairs of boots (1, 2, and 3). With all of the snow we've gotten recently they have been getting the start over the Captain of my footwear, the Champlain Boat Shoes. When one pair of boots gets too damp I set it out to dry and grab the next pair in the rotation. By rotating my boots through in this manner I always have a dry pair of boots at the ready.
A couple of days ago I pulled out these old boots to add them to the rotation and realized that I hadn't worn them since our trip back to Vermont in October, and thus they were still encrusted with mud from the very shores of Lake Champlain. I almost declined to wear them, but then decided that was silly, but being a sentimental person, it made me miss all of you back there.

MORE SNOW ACTION...

Snow=Work
Yesterday.
Today.
The famous Southern California sun made its return today, and the blue skies, sparkling snow, and crisp air made for a picture perfect day here in Idyllwild.
The gully which runs through the middle of the camp is absolutely perfect for sledding. It forms a big "U". The slope on the eastern side is much steeper than that on the western side.
Here are some of our campers shooting down one of the steepest inclines.


This guy is absolutely crazy. He made his way to the dining hall this morning in shorts and flip-flops. We don't have shoveled pathways so he waded through a foot and a half of snow like that, and then later I saw him sledding in shorts and a t-shirt.





This is a very poor shot of Sarah and Lucy wiping out.
Here they are a little dazed afterwards and checking themselves out to make sure everything still functions as it ought.

Snow angels.

Friday, January 22, 2010

SNOW DAY

We woke up this morning to a heap of snow, which continued to fall throughout the day, and even now is softly swishing against the window as I type.
Not only is snow wonderful, which it truly is, but the wonder of waking up to a world transformed was magnified by the news that Bowden's school canceled classes today. He was positively giddy. Unfortunately, the snow and the arrival of two groups here at the camp made extra work for me, which largely prevented me from enjoying the snow holiday with him. I did take a break from work in the afternoon though to go sledding with Bowden and Lucy. Camp Maranatha has an awesome sledding hill! It's a little too scary for Lucy though.






I like this picture. Sarah is such a good Mom.
Our little mon-chichi (sp?) slave was tasked with clearing the driveway.
Lucy likes the idea of snow, and will lobby hard for sledding and building snow men and such, but without fail, five to ten minutes into it her fingers are cold, she wants cocoa, her bottom is soggy, there's snow in her boot, she wants to be carried, etc... All of that is captured in the little face above.
"Get back to work, slave!"

Thursday, January 21, 2010

I think that songs and smells are the closest we’ll ever come to experiencing time travel. They can really transport sometimes, can’t they? I wonder why we are so designed. Occasionally a smell will waft to my nose or I’ll catch a song on the radio and I find myself removed to a nearly forgotten moment or season. It’s more than a memory though- it’s like my whole person is shifted. Yet it’s also spectral in that, while vivid, it ultimately lacks substance. It fails to satisfy whatever it has aroused. Try as I might to regain the fullness of the conjured moment, person or place- try as I might to drag the past into the present with all of its imagery and emotion- I usually end up just feeling titillated. The veil of time never parts.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Saturday, January 16, 2010

BOWDEN LOVES HIS BANK, GRANDMA AND GRANDPA TATE.







LET'S PLAY ILLUSTRATION- The game where I give you a scenario and you tell me what spiritual analogies can be drawn from it.


LUCY

(In a crowded and noisy dining hall.)

"I want to draw a present for Mama."

"You want to draw President Obama?"

"Uh-huh"

"Why?"

"Because I love her."

"President Obama is a man."

"So."

BOWDEN

"Daddy, don't go!"

"Why?"

"Because I want to do something with you."

"Like what."

"I want you to run around the room so I can practice shooting at a moving target."

Friday, January 15, 2010

THE DANGER OF SCANNING FOR A RED SWEATSHIRT

During my brief tenure as a police officer I responded once to an assault at a bar, and upon arrival I was told by a witness that the male offender had run away from the scene wearing a red sweatshirt. I relayed this information to the other cars on patrol and everyone circled around looking for the man in the red sweatshirt.

I would find out later that the man had cannily ditched his red sweatshirt shortly after fleeing the scene, and was thus able to temporarily elude us.

I read today that Nigeria has been added to a list of nations (Afghanistan, Algeria, Cuba, Lebanon, Lybia, Iran, Iraq, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia, Somalia, Sudan, Syria, and Yemen) whose citicens will automatically face tougher screening before boarding U.S. bound flights. Some have raised objections that this is discriminatory. I disagree with that. It makes as much sense to me as scanning for a man in a red sweatshirt. It makes sense, but therein lies the danger- they know we're doing it.

I'm afraid that all Al Qaeda will have to do to elude our thin line of defense is ditch the red sweatshirt so to speak. I predict that it won't be long before we see an act of terrorism perpetrated by an Islamic extremist who does not look like one and who does not hail from one of these problem nations. Maybe she'll be a fair-haired college student from France or Canada. Maybe it'll be an elderly man from Greece or a troubled teenager from an American suburb. Major Hasan was a U.S. serviceman. The danger in profiling passengers based on their nation of origin is not that it unfairly discriminates against them, but that it lends itself to a certain myopia or tunnel vision. They're looking for that red sweatshirt, ya know?

I would feel better if those charged with our security would drop this nation of origin business and standardize their screening procedures to allow for the evil potential of each passenger.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

BEST WIFE EVER.

Sarah is a fanatic about observing birthdays. She really goes all out to make you feel special on your birthday- wether you want it or not!!! This year she arranged babysitting (special thanks to Lisa Richard and Katie Bayer for stepping up the challenge) so we could go out on the town- just the two of us (The last time that happened was the night Miles was conceived. Josh! Did you really write that?!?! Shut up, inner voice!). She also made me whoopie pies (photo above) as well as a bunch of my other favorite foods. The kids all bought me different colored rabbit pelts. Yep, it's true, rabbit pelts, and they also manufactured numerous scribbly drawings, which kept coming all day until the pockets of my blue jeans were filled to bursting with their crumpled and tattered offerings. I would have posted a picture of the rabbit pelts but they will be making an appearance in an upcoming installment of "Arts and Crafts with Josh Tate," so don't worry- you'll see them then. Just as I thought the day was winding down, a trip over to Lisa's house to pick up the kids turned into a surprise birthday party! I was really surprised too.

Here we are on our date (I look like I'm scheming something evil). Check out Sarah's "date sweater." That's the sweater she wore on our first date (also at an Idyllwild eatery) all those many years ago. She's hot.

Monday, January 11, 2010

THANKS CHAD!

My friend, Chad Irving, first introduced me to the Eagle Man commercial through his blog (now defunct). We watched it a few times while they were out over New Years, and now the kids walk around all day "playing Eagle Man." If you have never seen the Eagle Man commercial do yourself a favor and remedy that today. I can't decide which I enjoy more the women or Eagle Man. Did he really just lay an egg?!?! Was this commercial inspired by an acid trip? This is definitely one of the strangest and funniest ads I've ever seen. I like it a lot!

I will be posting the much anticipated final installment to the Water Trees of Jogues Valley pretty soon, and I thought I would link all of the previous installments here as some of you have expressed an interest in getting caught up before the grand finale is unveiled.

DISCOVERY

THE BOWL RAT

CELTANINE

THE TEMPLE OF EDEN

SOWING THE SEEDS OF REVOLUTION

1919

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!

Sunday, January 10, 2010

There are some things that will always remind me of my Grandpa McCuen, like the smell of pipe tobacco, Jeep Wagoneers, and headdresses, but whenever I see a man wearing the combination of shorts and black socks I never fail to think of John Eugene McCuen.


Saturday, January 09, 2010

I’ve walked away
On many nights,
Quiet as a cloud,
Across the field,
And into the woods,
Beneath the moon
With shoes still wet
From the water’s edge,
And with words rising in my throat
Like the contents of a shaken bottle,
Ready to burst from my frame
If they could find no other escape
Than the feeble door of my lips.

In the liberty of solitude
I have often said things
I would not have said
Where ears could catch them.

Oh, the words I have loosed
And the things I have confessed
In the woods at night
With only God for an audience.

Friday, January 08, 2010

OVERHEARD

"No, no, no! You don't have to tell him anything! If he gives you any s#*%^ just tell him to shut the f#%* up!"
Angry man speaking on a cell phone at the dump- Idyllwild, CA

"I love it up here. Everybody's so nice."
Middle aged woman to a stranger who was holding the door for her at the Post Office- Idyllwild, CA

"She's still out in the car. Just as we were parking, a song came on that she liked so she said she was gonna stay out there."
Older man to a female cashier at Fairway Market- Idyllwild, CA