…time for the annual(?) blog update. What I’ve been doing:
And some of this.
Per Leslie’s request, here’s some blog CPR.
I’m in New York, interning here for the summer:
On my first day I and another intern went out to shoot footage of gyro cones (the big rotating things of meat that chawarma innards are shaved off of), then I burned some DVDs. The next day I tried to call people in Utah whose houses were up for auction (and got mostly disconnected numbers), and today I had a few hours of tech training and then started to edit a Nicholas Kristof piece. It’s fun.
June: Eating oysters at Point Reyes and standing around at the San Francisco Pride parade. The parade was entertaining—and heartwarming, what with all the newlyweds—but I still think parades just aren’t quite right without bead-throwing. Or with open container laws.
Now I’m in Colorado, on a camping/backpacking vacation with Andrew before I start school on the 21st. On this trip: 2 DSLRs, 1 point-and-shoot, 1 video camera, 2 iPods, 2 Mac laptops, 2 GPSs, 2 iPhones, 1 radar detector, and 1,964 photos from the past 5 days.
Tomales Point Trail, Point Reyes National Seashore: 9 1/2 miles of beautiful ocean vistas and elk out the wazoo.
Car 1 arrived Friday evening and set up camp; Car 2 arrived around three on Saturday morning, set up our tents and passed out. Cars 1 & 2 woke up at 5:30 Saturday morning when a bear arrived to rifle through the cooler and bags of food that were sitting in the middle of camp, about fifteen feet from everyone’s tents.
No one was entirely sure what to do—some yelled, some clapped, some shone flashlights—half the noise we made was debating back and forth whether or not to throw things, keep yelling, etc.
Doug, however, had his iPhone in his tent. Doug had network coverage. And Doug achieved what surely must be the first recorded instance of using an iPhone to Google what to do during a bear attack during a bear attack.
He didn’t learn anything all that useful, but eventually the bear went away when it started to get lighter and/or he got sick of our shouting… though he did eat most of the sweet stuff and an entire tub of Gorgonzola cheese. But the breakfast burrito fixings survived intact—as did the mimosas and the beer, which we used that morning at breakfast to toast Santa the Bear (he ate the cookies and the milk), may he never return.
Q: How many pictures can a person take of the same rocks?
A: Never enough.
Yesterday: Went hiking in Muir Woods
and then walked out onto the Golden Gate Bridge.