took my uncle to the crow's nest in santa cruz last night. we missed the dinner service because we didn't get there till after 9:30pm+, so we ate bar food upstairs while we people-watched and listened to the band. it was fun! some highlights:

* seeing my seventy year old uncle totally getting into the neo-folk/punk rock sound of tater famine. ( Read more... )

my uncle john sent us a message before he boarded his flight to the u.s. today:

here i am in the vip lounge at gatwick airport just waiting for the takeoff. having a wee dram and a rest.
johnsthegreatestwhat a nut ( Read more... )

the evaporation ponds have at least a six-inch crust on them right now, with the very top layer a dirty brown. the cracks in the crust reveal the snowy whiteness of the salt underneath. i swear it looks as though you can walk across, crunching into the salty goodness, never breaking through to the sea water below ( Read more... )