bocaslocas has been renamed and relocated to my new website, spicycarrots.com
please see visit the crazy new site for updates, etc.
it's still under construction, but let me know what you think while you're at it.
May 30, 2008
BOCASLOCAS HAS MOVED!
INTRODUCING ZANAHORIAS PICANTES...
bocaslocas has been renamed and relocated to my new website, spicycarrots.com
please see visit the crazy new site for updates, etc.
it's still under construction, but let me know what you think while you're at it.
bocaslocas has been renamed and relocated to my new website, spicycarrots.com
please see visit the crazy new site for updates, etc.
it's still under construction, but let me know what you think while you're at it.
Aug 21, 2007
Aug 9, 2007
Aug 7, 2007
no real than you are
A huge Lego toy has mysteriously appeared on Zandvoort beach in Holland. Nobody knows where it comes from.
What does it all mean???
Jul 26, 2007
Jul 16, 2007
Jun 28, 2007
Verk
So much for my leisurely summer of freelance odd-job random tasking. I've fallen into the working world much sooner than I expected, hence the bogging on the blogging. I floated my resume by Swanson Hydrology, a local environmental engineering and consulting firm, and all of a sudden I'm working 40+ hour weeks. I've bounced around field sites from Tahoe to Big Sur to Hollister, plus had my fair share of desk time. It's work, but I'm loving it.
One of the project sites in south shore Tahoe. It's to the east of the Y, and stayed fire fee. Not too shabby of an office.
An intense meander, the stream actually turns uphill.
Big Sur field site. We monitored a flash-board dam installation in a steelhead-rich river.
This is a portable fish-ladder designed to allow juvenile steelhead to pass the dam.
Up the ladder.
Now back to my wild west tour a few weeks ago, I got to meet my nephew Carson for the first time.
And see my grown niece Taylor. She gets quite cheesy when the camera comes out.
Summer in Santa Cruz is hard to beat. Minus the hordes of visiting beachgoers and flat ocean, the weather is incredible. I moved into a house one block from the the beach and one block from work, and one block from the harbor where Grendel (our sailboat) will finally take the plunge this week! Plenty of room for visitors.
Have a safe Cuatro de Julio.
Jun 10, 2007
Jun 9, 2007
Slowing it down
I have had some requests to have a slower version of the slideshow, so here it is. Now you have the luxury of being able to slow it down, speed it up, or flip through at your own leisurely pace (move mouse over top of screen for controls). You pick the music this time.
bocaslocas.blogspot.com
bocaslocas.blogspot.com
May 31, 2007
It's about time...ACTION!
After some hours of laborious editing sessions I have finally weeded out the rejects and strung together the keepers for a quite pleasant slideshow of the visual stimuli I encountered in my meandering loop through Central America. If you have five minutes to spare turn down the lights and have a look. (allow some time to load, and turn on your speakers, there is music) I recommend viewing the larger version here.
You may need to download the latest Flash player. Click here to do that, then close and restart your browser.
Let me know what you think by clicking on the comments button below this post (also let me know if the video is not working).
Other than working on this slideshow, I took a trip to visit some family in the rolling alfalfa fields of Northern Utah and the wildflower-laden verdant foothills of the Rockies in Colorado. Santa Cruz has been engulfed in thick chilly fog for the last week. The water is a brisk (to say te least) 52 degrees F. Brrrrrrr my feet are cold. No more 86 degree Caribbean. I've been working on Grendel, our 24-foot sailboat, to get her back in the water. Should be seaworthy by next week. I'm also beginning the J-O-B hunt and grad school contacts. Yipee.
That's about all that's new. I am contemplating switching up to a new domestic version of blogging, possibly with a different address. Nothing as exciting as anemone shrimp and stoned t-shirt-wielding teenage bandits, but I will post some photos from time to time of things I see. So don't forget about me. Write me. Check in.
I hope you've enjoyed. Hasta luego.
Scott
You may need to download the latest Flash player. Click here to do that, then close and restart your browser.
Let me know what you think by clicking on the comments button below this post (also let me know if the video is not working).
Other than working on this slideshow, I took a trip to visit some family in the rolling alfalfa fields of Northern Utah and the wildflower-laden verdant foothills of the Rockies in Colorado. Santa Cruz has been engulfed in thick chilly fog for the last week. The water is a brisk (to say te least) 52 degrees F. Brrrrrrr my feet are cold. No more 86 degree Caribbean. I've been working on Grendel, our 24-foot sailboat, to get her back in the water. Should be seaworthy by next week. I'm also beginning the J-O-B hunt and grad school contacts. Yipee.
That's about all that's new. I am contemplating switching up to a new domestic version of blogging, possibly with a different address. Nothing as exciting as anemone shrimp and stoned t-shirt-wielding teenage bandits, but I will post some photos from time to time of things I see. So don't forget about me. Write me. Check in.
I hope you've enjoyed. Hasta luego.
Scott
May 30, 2007
May 29, 2007
May 20, 2007
I have a secret...
I'm back and my family is keeping my tummy stuffed to the brim. Santa Cruz and I enjoy windy and beautiful temperate late spring. I'm going through the slow and arduous process of filtering and editing my photos as you read. Not sure when they'll be done. That's not the secret, but here's a photo from El Salvador to hold you over (see blog title).
Off to Utah on Tuesday for Grandaddy Dick's 96th birthday and then Colorado to see sister Michelle, Bro-in-law, plus the two little sobrinos. Why can't English use the same root for name for kin? Much easier to say sobrinos than niece and nephew.
Off to Utah on Tuesday for Grandaddy Dick's 96th birthday and then Colorado to see sister Michelle, Bro-in-law, plus the two little sobrinos. Why can't English use the same root for name for kin? Much easier to say sobrinos than niece and nephew.
May 18, 2007
Dancing Lessons
No, I did not take salsa lessons. At times I attempted my own awkward and elongated version of the spicy Latin dance, which was oft followed by what is known as the "Panamanian finger". Let me give you a visualization: arm extended straight towards me, dainty index finger pointed to the heavens wagging side to side with a still wrist. Now this didn't happen all the time. Only 80-90% of the time. I naively thought I was pretty good. I could even do some fancy spins which I got right 50% of the time. But apparently I hadn't been dancing salsa my entire life so therefore I did not make a proper suitor. Oh beans. Some of my friends would put up with me though for a few songs, and bless their little hearts for that.
The title of this post is from Cat's Cradle by the late Kurt Vonnegut and his book of Bokonon. Vonnegut always seems to say it right and concisely:
"Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God"
Bokononism is Vonnegut's religion for the non-religious, but that is insignificant. It can apply to traveling, but also life in general. Travelers so often only travel by the book, genuinely worried about what the outcome will be, usually strictly fixed to their guidebook. And if the guidebook says something is off the beaten track, that statement is immediately obsolete. My advice: talk to people, look for signs. Travelers, the lady that sells tamales, anybody that gives an aura of wisdom. If something they say piques your interest, go for it. If you gracefully waltzed right in there and it feels right, stay longer! Sometimes that is the only way to find your gems.
As I sit here sweating out the waning hours of my Latin American residency, I wanted to thanks those who've written and those who've only read. All love nonetheless. I hope you've enjoyed your vicarious part in my doings and learned something, and most of all I hope you come to Panama and the rest of Latin America. Don't be scared. It's not the dictator ruled civil war dominated region it was in the 80's and early 90's (only the scars remain). Come see, sweat, and live south of the border. It will blow your mind.
I plan to keep Bocas Locas updated as I continue to study the art of dance, so if you are interested please feel free to peruse.
At least be sure to check next week. I have something rather fancy in mind.
The title of this post is from Cat's Cradle by the late Kurt Vonnegut and his book of Bokonon. Vonnegut always seems to say it right and concisely:
"Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God"
Bokononism is Vonnegut's religion for the non-religious, but that is insignificant. It can apply to traveling, but also life in general. Travelers so often only travel by the book, genuinely worried about what the outcome will be, usually strictly fixed to their guidebook. And if the guidebook says something is off the beaten track, that statement is immediately obsolete. My advice: talk to people, look for signs. Travelers, the lady that sells tamales, anybody that gives an aura of wisdom. If something they say piques your interest, go for it. If you gracefully waltzed right in there and it feels right, stay longer! Sometimes that is the only way to find your gems.
As I sit here sweating out the waning hours of my Latin American residency, I wanted to thanks those who've written and those who've only read. All love nonetheless. I hope you've enjoyed your vicarious part in my doings and learned something, and most of all I hope you come to Panama and the rest of Latin America. Don't be scared. It's not the dictator ruled civil war dominated region it was in the 80's and early 90's (only the scars remain). Come see, sweat, and live south of the border. It will blow your mind.
I plan to keep Bocas Locas updated as I continue to study the art of dance, so if you are interested please feel free to peruse.
At least be sure to check next week. I have something rather fancy in mind.
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