Monday, February 12, 2007

Drawbridge California/Tom's Birthday

On Sunday, Feb 11th (Tom's birthday), Synthia, Terry, Tom, Girlfriend (arf arf!) and I walked from Alviso out to Drawbridge. The walk starts from the Alviso marina:

Drawbridge is a ghost town that sits alongside the railroad tracks between Alviso (San Jose) and Fremont/Newark. It is illegal to walk out there but we did it anyway:


You have to watch out for the trains:


In the late 1800's the south San Francisco bay was a busy rail and waterway:

"From Newark, the rail would wend into the Byzantine waterways of the bay to Alviso & San Jose & intermediate stops on the way to Santa Cruz - 80 miles of narrow-gauge track. This project was in direct competition with the ruthless Leland Stanford which made it a bold venture indeed. When the plan went forward, a problem presented itself in the form of two navigable waterways - Mud Creek Slough and Coyote Creek Slough. By law, the waterways were required to remain open for shipping. The S.P.C.R.R.'s solution called for a drawbridge over each waterway operated by a lone bridge tender. The speck of land between the two waterways, where the rail crossed, was Station Island. The bridge tender lived in a small cabin on Station Island - the first inhabitant of what was to be called Drawbridges or Drawbridge."


"Fruit, vegetables, and other products of the land were shipped across the Bay to San Francisco in "scow schooners" - two-masted boats with a hinged centerboard, and a "fisherman's sail" to catch the wind when the sloughs were at low tide."


The Alma was one of these scow schooners. Here she is in 1900:


Unlike most of these boats that retired and were lost long ago, the Alma, a national maritime treasure, has been restored and today proudly sails the bay:


In the late 1800's the south San Francisco Bay wetlands and sloughs were unimaginably rich in wildlife. Game birds, ducks and geese especially, flocked by the thousands to gorge themselves on the abundant fish and shellfish of this area. The original drawbridge tender started inviting his friends to visit, word spread, and soon people were constructing simple cabins as hunting retreats. Over the years people built homes, hunting lodges and even a couple of hotels to accommodate the avid hunters and rabble-rousers.


Here is a brief time line from a most excellent website on Drawbridge, check out the website here:

In 1906, Drawbridge had grown to 79 cabins (private residences and duck clubs) and two hotel.


In 1926, Drawbridge was in full flower with approximately 90 cabins, and had five passenger trains a day.


Beginning in the late 1920's, excessive pumping of fresh water by surrounding communities would cause subsidence of the land and fouling of deep wells. Like Alviso to the south, Drawbridge began to sink. The railroad and cabins were in constant need of "heightening."In addition to land subsidence, raw sewage from San Jose was affecting the sloughs. Fish and foul abandoned the marshes. The diked salt evaporation ponds prevented natural cleansing by the tides.


In 1940, 50 cabins remained. The smell of raw sewage in the sloughs discouraged any thought of swimming.


In 1967, drawbridge consisted of 42 taxed residences and a population of 25.


In 1976, there were 24 taxed residences and one resident - Charlie Luce.


Tom and I with some of the sinking cabins in the background:


Synthia and Terry in a cabin:


In a cabin with neighboring water tower:



The boys took turns throwing rocks at the old Drawbridge phone. It was the only phone in town. Today it sits, gutted, on a pole:


The Gordon Gun Club built in 1880. It was the first building constructed in Drawbridge after the bridge tender's cabin (1876):








Another building:



Newark in the background, far side of the second drawbridge:



Headed back to Alviso:




Back in town we checked out the old cannery...




...and read a brief history of Alviso at the marina:




Happy Birthday Tom! Thanks Synthia, Terry and Girlfriend for taking us out to Drawbridge!

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

The Queen Mary 2 Comes to San Francisco

On Sunday Feb 4th the Queen Mary 2 entered San Francisco bay after completing a 14,000-mile passage from Fort Lauderdale and around Cape Horn.

Timo and Hilari invited their friends to join them on their J/120 "Twist." Don Louv, Synthia and I joined them. Don took the following pictures...


We left South Beach Harbor at around 1:30 p.m. As we approached the Bay Bridge we passed some stand-up paddlers:


The girls enjoyed the scenery and hoped for a beautiful day:


Synthia and I decided to hoist Twist's battle flag. About 6 seconds later Don drove us into a ferry wake and absolutely drenched us!


Twist showed off her colors under a crowded Golden Gate Bridge:


The Jeremiah O'Brien stood outside the Gate waiting for the QM2's arrival. I heard it cost $50.00 a pop to get a ride on the Sweet Jerry:



We enjoyed lunch while keeping a lookout for the QM2:



The Queen Mary 2 finally appeared out of the mist and roared into the crowd of power and sailboats. She was surrounded by many Coast Guard security boats and about six helicopters:




The QM2 slowed down and traveled under the Golden Gate Bridge with just 27 feet of clearance. There were people crowded on the hillsides on both the San Francisco and Marin sides of the channel:



Once inside the bay she was met by more spectator boats and the SF Fire Department:


Security was heavy around the Queen Mary 2 and those who got too close were quickly chased away by the Coast Guard and sheriff's department:


The decks of the QM2 were crowded with passengers and warning signs:


She finally stopped between Alcatraz and Treasure Island. We were impressed by the bridge that spanned the width of the boat:


The QM2 docked at Pier 27 for approximately 24 hours before leaving for her next port of call, Honolulu. From there she will continue her circumnaviation, around the world in 81 days.


Timo said the cheapest cabin runs around $21,000.00, while the most luxurious cabin, for the entire length of the cruise, will set you back approximately $185,000!


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Sunday, February 04, 2007

Weird Purses From eBay

So I got it in my head that I wanted to buy a Lucha Libre purse or handbag. Although I detest boxing, and typically don't care for wrestling, I'm very fond of the Lucha Libre style of wrestling and showmanship. More on Lucha Libre later, back to the purses.
Naturally the first place I looked was eBay. I didn't find any Lucha Libre purses but I did find these weird gems:

Legless Toad coin purse, believe it or not there were two versions of a dead toad coin purse, both from Australia:


Also from Australia, kangaroo scrotum purse:


I always suspected that clowns are evil:


WTF????:


I'm still looking for a good Lucha Libre purse. I might have to buy a mask and make my own.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Mixed Message

Last week the Now Hiring sign went up. This week the yellow sign was posted.



Who would apply here?

Monday, January 29, 2007

Three Bridge Fiasco - Hate To Love It

The Three Bridge Fiasco is, for me, the official opening of the new year's sailing season. It is a race (hosted by the Singlehanded Sailing Society) that begins in front of the Golden Gate Yacht club and continues around three marks: Treasure Island (under the Bay Bridge), Red Rock (by the Richmond Bridge) and Blackaller Buoy (by the Golden Gate Bridge). Those are the Three Bridges.

The Fiasco is this, you can cross the starting line going in any direction and you can round the marks in any direction and in any order. Here is what the starting line looked like from the race deck:


Saturday morning started out cold, drizzly and VERY foggy, but if there is one thing I have learned from racing on the bay and out in the ocean it is this, you simply cannot tell how the weather will turn out and more often than not you will end up having a lovely day of sailing. Such was the case on Saturday.


The big question is always which way to start and which way to round the marks. Honestly, it's almost pointless to plan in advance, so instead of agonizing over the race course Synthia and I spent Friday night partying it up with a group of friends who were also berthed at South Beach Harbor the night before the race.

Saturday morning we discussed our route options on our way to the race course. We decided that if there was enough wind along the city front we would go counter-clockwise against the prevailing current with hopefully enough wind to round Treasure Island.


Luckily we had enough wind to start and Eyrie crossed the line from West to East and headed out along the city front for current relief. After the horde of Moore 24s caught up with us we grew weary of trading tacks with the crowd of boats and we headed out into the channel where we found worse current but better wind.


This strategy of heading across to TI early paid off as the wind died behind us on the city front. The boats in front of us seemed able to round TI fairly easily but as we approached the point the wind died and we almost had to abort the race.


We drifted perilously close to a Coast Guard ship and were warned away from it by a coastie. I started the engine just in case we had to drive away but I didn't want to put it in gear until all hope was lost. Literally, two seconds before I would have hit the Coast Guard ship (and one second before putting the boat in gear) a puff of wind came down to meet us. We trimmed in our sails and sped off to the Berkeley flats, waving farewell to the kind and patient coastie who allowed us to drift into his cove. What a close call that was!!


We had light but fairly consistent winds along the Berkeley shallows. This is the place where, two years ago, we finally gave up racing because 1) there was no wind and no hope of finishing if the wind finally did come, and 2) we were out of booze:


This year, however, we would be able to sail the remainder of the course. We rounded Red Rock, hoisted the spinnaker and set off for Blackaller Buoy via Raccoon Straights between Belvedere and Angel Island. When we got to Raccoon a small single-handed Holder 20 caught up to us. This little pest, skillfully sailed, was next to us for the remainder of the race. We could not shake him!


We rounded Blackaller and had a reach the rest of the way to the finish line. We crossed the line at 4:30:52 and the Holder crossed 2 seconds behind us. Here is a picture of us approaching the finish line. It looks like the Holder is in front but we ended up beating him:


In years past Eyrie has not finished this race more times than she has finished. This year was the best for Eyrie so far in the Three Bridge Fiasco. We finished fairly early, we finished in something like the top 10% of the boats, and we even got back to the slip and had the boat put away before dark, leaving plenty of time for fruity rum drinks and snacks before Tom and Spencer finished in their boat!


All in all Synthia and I had a fabulous day on the bay. We agreed that once again you can't always trust the weather predictions; the day that began wet and foggy turned into a classically beautiful day on San Francisco bay.



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Sunday, January 28, 2007

Big Mouth

I ran across this funny picture while looking for something else. Tom took it of one of his work buddies.


Friday, January 26, 2007

Red Carpet Fashion

Just because we celebrate the Oscars in Cupertino instead of Hollywood doesn't mean we don't have our own Red Carpet Fashions. Check out the glamour:
Synthia said this outfit used to belong to her mother.
Halle Berry eat your heart out!


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Thursday, January 25, 2007

Nude Jogger Exposing Himself To Trouble

This from today's Mercury News:

One of the strangest wildlife sightings in the Cupertino-Saratoga foothills has yet to be identified: a naked jogger, wearing only shoes, glasses and a black tam hat.

He's cordial and polite, not threatening. He doesn't do anything obscene. He avoids confrontations. A white middle-aged man with a paunch, he isn't much to look at.

But his frequent appearances in the Fremont Older Open Space Preserve are startling hikers, equestrians, runners and cyclists, whose idea of sightseeing usually involves something more scenic.

"He passed me and said 'Good evening,' " said equestrian Sue Bowdoin, while riding her horse Randy last summer on the Wedding Tree Trail in the south end of the park. "I thought: Ugh!"

Many sightings come from horseback riders at nearby Garrod Farms Stable who exercise their animals in the 739-acre preserve. One rider says that she chased, cornered and confronted him, yelling that he should not expose himself to children, women and the elderly.

He acted worried, she said, and backed away from her.

Bowdoin recalled a second sighting last fall. "He was running behind me, then started to cough and make noises so I wouldn't be startled,"
Bowdoin said. "I pulled over and he went right by. He never did or said anything." And he maintained a steady pace throughout.

Park rangers have never seen him and his identity is still unknown, although efforts are under way to identify and apprehend him, said Gordon Baillie, a management analyst with the district.

Nor have his clothes or car keys been found, leading some to suspect that he's a neighbor.

Jogging au naturel is risky, given the abundance of poison oak in the park.

It's also illegal. Open Space District Ordinance Section 412 states: "No person shall expose any part of the pubic or anal region or genitalia while on District Lands in Public View." If they catch him, rangers have to identify him -- a tricky proposition, given that he has no pockets to hold a driver's license.


How would he be picked out of a police lineup?

His skin is pale, turning red and sweaty with exertion. His hair is dark. So are the frames of his glasses. There isn't much body hair.

"He's frumpy. Plain. Not in good physical shape," Bowdoin said. "It's not a pretty sight."


My old cycling instructor Tracy is a ranger in this area. I wonder if she's on the lookout for him? I feel sorry for the guy if Tracy gets a hold of him.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Academy Awards - to eat and to mock

Is it me or do this year's Academy Award nominees seem a bit drab compared to years past? No matter, our annual Oscar Party will be fabulous and delicious, never drab. Here is last year's menu to start warming us up for this year's festivities...

PREVIEWS:
*Good Night and Good Duck on Paul Chiabatti with ApriCapote salsa
*King Konch fritters
*Felicity Stuffedham with Matt Dill-on Tim Burton’s Corpse Brie or Transamerican Cheeeeese, Gromit!
*Walk the Lime Joaquin Peanuts, Jake GyllyBellies

FEATURE PRESENTATION:
*Broke BabyBack Mountain of Ribs
*Franks McDormand War of the Wurst
*Roasted Michelle Willyams & Pommes de Terrence Howard
*Charred leeks Theron
*The Constant Gardener Greens with Tatsoi

OVATIONS:
*Charlie and the Chocolate Factory of Catherine Keebler crust,
Philip S’Mores Hoffman, a Heath Bar Ledge and a Hustle and Flow of Reese’s With-a-spoon.

DRINKS:
Star Wars Episodas III…
Orange Crash
William Sq-Hurt
The Squid and the ginger Wh-ale
Selection of Munich style Beers
March of the PenGuinness
Harry Porter and the Goblet of Firestone wines

Saturday, January 20, 2007

The Folly of Humanity

Many thanks to Pratie Place for reminding us of this excellent excerpt:

Below is an extract of a conversation between Hermann Wilhelm Goering and Allied prison psychologist Dr. Gustave Mark Gilbert, as relayed in Dr. Gilbert's Nuremberg Diary (New York: Farrar, Straus and Company, 1947), pp. 278-279:

We got around to the subject of war again and I said that, contrary to his attitude, I did not think that the common people are very thankful for leaders who bring them war and destruction.
"Why, of course, the people don't want war," Goering shrugged. "Why would some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best that he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece. Naturally, the common people don't want war; neither in Russia nor in England nor in America, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy or a fascist dictatorship or a Parliament or a Communist dictatorship."
"There is one difference," I pointed out. "In a democracy the people have some say in the matter through their elected representatives, and in the United States only Congress can declare wars."
"Oh, that is all well and good, but, voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same way in any country."