TMi

NEVER ever go to DysNey Land (or the separate you-have-to pay-even-more-to-get-in-but-it-is-right-next-door California Adventure Park. Just don't. Don't do it 'because you have kids.' that is a crap excuse. Kids wouldn't care.. if only you parents wouldn't make a big deal about it... Tell your kids they can envision a better place in their imagination and then build it in the future. This place in Anaheim is Am'r'c'n HELL. And if our bright youths can develop an actual happiest place on earth not based on the current model of Capitalism then I hope this place is burned to the ground. Even if they don't, I hope this place be destroyed. One team of 'imagineers' should not be given the power to dictate the dreams and happiness of other people (in the name of one man)- to which all the people agree and don't even know why or how they could ever agree to it.  Catholics tried this. Nazis did this. Muslims are doing this. Remember? M...

Himself I have to admit, Old Town San Diego is a tourist trap worth visiting. I have been in and around what San Diego has become, but it wasn't until last week that I was at The Mission (where I couldn't help myself from humming Tori Amos snippets. See: video below.) on a high point overlooking rivers of vehicles and out to the ocean- which seemed so far with all the foreign trees growing very tall with years and the traffic flowing so loudly. What a shame they built this lovely church so close to the freeway. Ahem. And though the Basilica itself was closed, The 'birthplace of California' was welcoming tourists of all kinds down below. This little settlement was also the starting point of the Crosthwaite line in the Americas with  Phillip {The Man Himself} Crosthwaite  getting on the wrong boat and losing a bet. So for Human, he was as home as he could get without going all the way over to the UK.  I saw the names of the families on the plaques and I knew onc...

img no.1 Waguri? The ants.. I rid the house in Mexico of ants, but then found them invading in the much more tidy and carpeted San Diego home The Human and I went up to house sit last week. I am surprised I am not having dreams of the ants... Instead, I have a very vivid and emotional charged dream of young men with guns on the street... I was shot at by one of them.. he was kind of aiming for my head... yep. Pleasant dreams. I can blame the movie that was blaring on the telly. It was all in Brazilian and yet somehow my subconscious translated it with an amazing degree of accuracy- Human gave me a rundown of the movie to confirm that I had, in fact, understood a movie that was in a foreign language while I was asleep.  But yes, I went up to San Diego and up, up twice to L.A. L.A. = Ethiopian fooood! I revisited my fav spot in Little Ethiopia for a welcomed stomach disturbance of epic roundness. As I said before, this is one reason I will not destroy the whole place....