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writer, journalist, editor, transport historian and true AEC man... thanks for all your great work over the years and your PR contributions to our industry
RIP Greg Gilbert
A deliberate repost. Greg Gilbert was an enormously talented singer, songwriter and artist who died today aged 44 after a long battle with bowel cancer. I was fortunate to see Delays, the band he fronted, at Fleadh, Finsbury Park, 2004.
If you can spare anything, please donate to www.bowelcanceruk.org.uk/donate/ in Greg's memory.
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Rest in peace, Brazil... because yesterday Brazilians re-elected their president, involved in several corruption scandals.
My beautiful China girl passed away this week. She was 14 and the sweetest dog ever. My family will miss her but will never forget the lessons she taught us. The pain is difficult and we miss her terribly but know she is in a better place.
No Australian prime minister was ever assassinated, but one drowned in the ocean. Rip currents can be extremely dangerous, even for strong swimmers.
Like my pictures? There are more in "Sex, Drugs and Scuba Diving" and on my blog.
By Devo
Emily's here, Becca's here, Joe's here.
A chicken was found with no head today. Really sick.
Nick's ball game- show at the firehouse, it was fun.
Ugh. These are my shoes. So. Look at 'em.
I can’t get no
satisfaction
I can’t get me no
girly action
When I’m watchin’ my tv
And a man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts could me
But he can’t be a man ’cause he does not smoke
The same cigarettes as me
I’m very sad to announce that Jackie has passed away. Jackie has been my travel companion for 7 long years, ever since that fateful night we met in downtown Seattle during a rainstorm. Jackie has faithfully had my back through many a travels and it’s hard to imagine taking my next trip without her. I can still remember those days wandering through London, or sitting next to me in a raucous Dublin pub listening to the local musicians ply their wares. When I saw the Taj Mahal, she was right there with me, and when we toured Amsterdam and Germany she was by my side trying to keep me out of trouble. Oh Jackie, remember, Milford Sound in New Zealand and the rain…many would have said go below deck…but not you. The night where we almost got our arses kicked in Scotland, you didn’t back down.
I can still remember our road trips, whether it was the Grand Canyon, Sequoia National Park, Mono Lake, or Zion. Scrambling through the sand in Coral Pink Sand Dunes, you handled it better than I did. Yeah, getting up before sunrise is tough work…but you didn’t complain. Chicago, Seattle, Manhatten, Indianapolis, or the half way across country trek…you were there. Sure, you had seen better days…but Death Valley was right up your alley. And when Kaiser decided he wanted to cuddle up and nap on you, not a peep. And when he needed to walk, with the wind blowing fiercely, you joined the fray.
Sure, we had our battles…I can only think that maybe I wouldn’t have “ran with the bulls” in Cancun if you were around…and on the blistering cold day in Bryce when you just couldn’t keep pace…I know you were upset when I hooked up with Downie…but you understood and forgave, I just needed someone warm to cuddle up with.
But, alas, this cold snap on the east coast was just a little too much for you, but at least you got to see the Statue of Liberty before you gave up the ghost. I’ll miss you Jackie…the walks through the forest, crawling through sand, out early along the lakeside or hiking through the mountains…they just won’t be the same. There are scant moments I can recall during my travels and photographic journeys that you were not a part of. Who would have thought, that fateful night 7 years ago when the strong winds blew through downtown Seattle and the rains kicked up, that ducking in to the North Face store because I had idiotically left my jacket at home…who knew that would be the beginning of a wonderful friendship where you kept me nice and warm over the years. Thanks for everything.
RIP - Jackie (2000-2007)
Ok, maybe it's a little overboard to write a homage to a jacket...but I think it's more of a symbol than anything. I hadn't done much traveling (outside of work) until my early thirties, and wherever I went, so went this North Face shell I picked up out of necessity in Seattle because I was an idiot and had went up for a business trip sans jacket (business casual is so friggen great!).
So, when I looked down the other day and realized the reason why the wind was cutting through me like a knife was the big gash across the back, I became a little nostalgic. Not at the loss of a jacket that in reality couldn't keep me warm below 50 degrees and was shedding it's lining due to an unfortunate dry cleaners incident...but the memories of where the jacket had been. Almost a symbol of the changes I had made in my life and the adventures I decided I needed to take.
This photo is from a trip to Scotland in the Trossachs. One of many trips Jackie was along for.
Trossachs, Scotland
December 2004
I really do not know what this is, but it definitely is a rip snorter. This was in the logging museum at Collier Memorial State Park, 40 miles north of Klamath Falls, Oregon.
Nikon 1 J5, 1 Nikkor 6.7-13mm lens. This is the RAW image and it looks like I forgot to check the option to remove chromatic aberration as their seems to be just a hint of that in the photo.
Rant: (note, this illustrious event occurred 23 January '07)
I was subjected to a fairly brutal meeting today.
It seems, last Saturday, whilst proofreading pages [for Sunday's paper], I missed the fact that an editor forgot to place [on the cover] a tease banner which directs readers to inside columnist content.
I'd got a heads up on Sunday to "be prepared for a spanking" on Monday.
In preparation for said spanking, I decided to dress appropriately, considering I'd be meeting with Upper Management and all. I mean, I knew they'd be wearing 18-piece suits. So I wore ripped up Levis and a Teamster t-shirt. Upper Management just *loves* us Union Folk. (/sarcasm) Jaws dropped when I entered the room. Literally.
So I sat down at the end of a rather large table ... the UM sitting 'round the other end of the table. Seven of 'em. The queen of the bunch, Janet [cunt] Owen [aka VP of Operations] sitting directly opposite me, drumming her fingers on the table (okay so I was a few minutes late ... fashionably dontchaknow).
After a short but decidedly condescending "Good afternoon Amber, thank you for joining us blah blah blah ..." Janet layed into me.
Holy shit, the way I was brow beaten, no joke, you'd think I'd single-handedly brought about the decline of western civilization.
After rambling through babble-on Babylon, eventually Janet opined: "Amber, we've estimated that your oversight has cost the newspaper approximately fifteen-thousand-dollars in newsstand sales."
Fifteen.
Thousand.
Dollhairs.
I nearly choked on my diet Dew.
...
Oh FUCK ME. How goddamned rediculous. I mean c'mon. Hey, hey you, oh newspaper-reader-extraordinaire ... let's say, hypothetically, you're in a grocery store or gas station or whatever. You spot a newsstand, and are of a mind to buy the local rag. You pick up a copy in your hot little hands and commence to perusing the cover ... but, noting there's no "See such-and-such columnist's column on such-and-such page," you promptly are turned off, decide not to buy the rag and abruptly drop it back on the pile.
I should reiterate here, it was an EDITOR who neglected to place the blurb banner. Hey, I just read the goddamned pages ... and I read backwards so as to catch typos and not be distracted by the actual story.
I like my job. Really. But I positively despise the assholes for whom I work. Really. Thank gods we were sold. Nothing can be worse than fucking McClatchy.
My husband the plumber...did this in the first year of our house. It meant a wall was ripped out....a wardrobe demolished and my house was a mess for quite some time...but it was worth it.
Note: It's still not finished...while talented hubby is not very good at finishing what he started...just the odd ends...and it drives me bananas O-o