Saturday, September 30, 2017

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Berkeley Potters Guild

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A weekend visiting the Berkeley Potters Guild studio gallery and hiking in the Coyote Hills:

Photos of the Guild art and Coyote Hills:

Friday, September 15, 2017

Friday, September 15, 2017

a streaking spark above the gas giant

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"It was morning on Saturn, when a streaking spark above the clouds outshone the sun."

She has become part of the planet she studied for 13 years.

of course the Hippo has to pay homage to Cassini. if she were still at NASA, she'd huddle in a room with the others (don, ryan, lisa, veronica, heather, harout, frank), tears rolling down our faces, and watch Cassini suicide as Master Maize says “I’m going to call this the end of mission. Project manager, off the net." "He removes his headset for the last time."

Her last image was the monochrome view of the planet night side, the exact location into which she would plunge. Cassini is dead. But her legacies remain.

Didnt do the Cassini goodbye party. A could have made the Cassini bellini while the Hippo brought the cassini ravioli and T could have worn his mankini. Sigh.

cassini

cassini

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Sunday, September 10, 2017

capitola 2017

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An afternoon browsing the Capitola Arts and Wine Festival and strolling down the wharf ... been a few years since the Hippo's been to Capitola. Gorgeously warm, sunny blue sky. Perfect weather on the Capitola beach. Even the Hip was wearing sleeveless and shorts. What a day.






Saturday, September 02, 2017

Saturday, September 02, 2017

spa at sheraton schiphol

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not much sleep last night. had wanted to return to the hotel early to pack and get some sleep before my 4:45am pickup to the airport. but ice cream and the short walk to the old town marina took a while and we didnt get back to the hotel till after 11PM, so didnt get to bed till after midnight. however, the sleep was uninterrupted and the pickup was very on time. the night ride to the airport past the old town was reminisced of a time long ago, same stretch of road on the hill with the adriatic on the right.

very long lines at the check-in. Back to zagreb for a while and then back to schiphol. The room at the Sheraton was available and after dumping the gear, I've spent some time at the spa in the steam room. Let all that travel fatigue born out of my body and then soaked in the enormous deep tub. invigorated, i went out to shop for the cheese slicers at the airport. 5 euros for 2 was no longer offered. never mind, got them anyway. Finished the 'I am number four' series last book in my room with the view of the schiphol control tower. Snowie again perched on the window sill to look out at the planes landing and ascending. bought a steak dinner at the Dutch Delicious (it was suprisingly excellent for airport food) and watched a bit of Harvey devastating texas on TV.

klm flight back home didnt feel long albeit the plane was packed. A dutch couple next to me, the husband most courteous. No more books to read, I resorted to watching as many TV entertainments as possible to while away the hours. Saw the skull island king kong movie, not very good. they ran out of chicken so no choice but to hork down the lousy pasta. next meal was just a pizza. sfo hit me with an unusual tremendous heatwave. hotter than the balkans.

so the balkans are almost done except for Serbia. Old yugoslavia promised as beautiful and haunting as I've expected. although a bit disappointing at montenegro for the mountains although gorgeous, expected them to be more spectacular. Very unhappy to be home.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Thursday, August 31, 2017

dubrovnik one more time

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last day, heavy heart. didnt want to leave. The carvings on the tombstones at Radimlja were very interesting. A man showing his free hand with palm open without weapons, a sign of peace and welcoming friendship. The tvrdos orthodox monastery wasnt much to see. Herzogovina's wines are 'second world wine category' and the monks' white was very good but the red proved too full body for me. on our way to Trebinje, a holy cow suddenly decided to cross the road and to avoid it, our drive slammed on the breaks and the car behind us rear ended our minivan. It was following too close behind and our driver had to make a choice of either hitting the cow or letting the car behind us hit us. Thus we wasted 2 whole hours waiting for the bosnian police to come and do their thing. First they went looking for the cow to identify the owner and to fine him. Next they did measurements of the area but without actually measuring where the cow crossed in front of our van. Because of the wasted time due to the accident, we didnt stop to see the town of trebinje and I was sorely disappointed. Border crossing to Croatia didnt take long. We checked in to the Zagreb hotel in Dubrovnik, a 100+ year old 3 story pink house that had a nice front garden and located on a pedestrian street. The room was small and sparsely furnished but adequate. We took the local bus to the old town. It was late afternoon with the cruise ships all sailed away but still crowded with tourists. It's been quite a few years since I was last here but I seemed to remember every red roof, church, alley and nook. paid my ticket and walked the wall again, breathing in the fresh adriatic air. it was 40 degree C in late afternoon and the air on the adriatic side of the wall was refreshing and with a bit of breeze. Took peeks at all the 4 churches that were still open and brought Saffie a GOT tshirt ($36 euros, very expensive). By chance I picked an alley and went up the stairs and came upon the Dubrovnik city shop that had the iron throne. had to buy something if we wanted to take a picture with the throne. so I bought a fridge magnet, sat on the throne and got myself a photo ("i'm not a princess, i'm a kaleesi").

Alen took us to dine at one of the alley's open air restaurant and my grilled squid was burned and miniscule and it was the most expensive meal on this trip. Dubrovnik, all touristy and over priced. I've blown my last kunas at the dolce vita ice cream parlor. we all licked our ice creams standing on the marina overlooking the boats with evening lights around us. evenings should be like this. and that is why I love to travel.


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