Pontification

"btw your blog is fucking tits."

- to me, via email

Halfway between CB and Denver

Ohmygod I want one! This thing can tear it up around Berkeley, cruise across Davis, or haul straight up the Rockies. Gimme.

Met an established CB resident named David today. He ordered a book that's just come out about the historical evidence around the actual person who is now remembered as Jesus (yes, that Jesus). David has some stories. Check it:

He met General Dwight D. Eisenhower at the Hoover Dam when he was 7. His grandfather was the first Rabbi in L.A. He had an uncle take a young Richard Nixon to court and win for failing to pay for a window installation. He had another uncle who worked for 20th Century Fox, won two Oscars for cinematography, and introduced him to John Wayne and Marilyn Monroe (this was back when it still said Hollywoodland). David himself went to UC Davis in 1955 (where he lived in a barn) and worked for UC Berkeley in the 60's as a statistician of student affairs. As the first and last federal park ranger at Pointe Reyes, he made national news by busting a congressman for poaching deer and refusing to drop the charges. He busted so many illegal campers in 1969 that he was known as the Ranger Who Never Sleeps by the local papers. He was so hard-nosed that his superior officers repeatedly relocated him until he was left to patrol a 7,000 acre stretch of park south of Lake Mead (waythefuckout in the Nevada desert) by himself. He has four degrees and seems to know everything about everything.

That's the heavily abridged version of what I can remember from a 90 minute monologue. I hope it was good for you.

I took second place in the first official round of on-the-clock-mini-golf with my co-workers and our awesome boss, Phil. When Phil put the scorecard in his pocket at the end of the game, I asked if he was going to keep it. "No. I'm gonna burn it."