katster: (sacramento)
Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

After seeing happy excited dogs greet Casey and Mary, I headed off. After a quick detour to the mall to get a belt like I promised my mother I would do, I drove to Berkeley and met up with Luns. After a slight detour in the supermarket parking lot (I had parked there because my parallel parking fu is non-existent) to look at a very nifty looking car (I'm sure Luns can tell you more about what kind of car it was, but it was Italian, and the guy had painted it in the Italian flag colors), we decided that Zachary's would be a nice place for a very late lunch.

Now, if you've never been to Zachary's, needless to say, it's a rather awesome pizza place. There's one on College Avenue on the Oakland side of the Berkeley/Oakland border, there's one on Solano Street in Berkeley, and there's a new one in San Ramon. (Or you can check them out online: http://www.zacharys.com/.) After pizza, I had been wanting to go poke around at Moe's, one of the many most excellent used bookstores in Berkeley, so Luns came along with me. I found a hardback copy of Sorcerer's Stone, which means that I simply need to get a hardback copy of Chamber of Secrets and of course, Deathly Hallows, to have the whole HP series in hardback. After that, we hiked up to the student store to see if they might have a new copy of Blindsight, which is the only Hugo novel nominee that my library didn't seem to have. (Yes, I know it's available online, but I don't do well reading book-length texts on my computer screen.) Unfortunately, they didn't, and it was too late to go poke around at Other Change of Hobbit, so I will have to see if I can come up with it here in Sactown.

After that adventure, I gave Luns a lift back to his apartment and headed out. It was not quite six, and there was plenty of daylight left, so I decided to go take an alternate route home. After stopping for gas in Berkeley, I headed out to Highway 24, and made my way towards Antioch and the forgotten bridge. (There's a trivia question for you. Name the seven state-controlled toll bridges in the Bay Area.) Then I drove up Highway 160, passing through Rio Vista and Isleton and Walnut Grove and Courtland. It follows the Sacramento up, crossing several drawbridges in the process, and while at large points, it's a narrow winding levee road, it's different. The scenery is gorgeous between the river and the planted fields and it's a rather relaxing drive. I see why my mom didn't want me driving it if there were still whales in the Delta -- narrow two lane highways and crowds do not mix well.

Also, if you drive up 160, you pass very close to the second highest free-standing structure in the world. The short of it? The Central Valley is big. It is also very flat Don't believe me? Here's the proof. Sacramento's about 26 feet above sea level. If you drive 150 miles north, you hit Redding, which, depending on where you're at in the city can vary between 400 and 500 feet above sea level. We'll just say the difference between Redding and Sacramento is 400 feet of elevation. That works out to a slope of (400 feet) / (150 miles) = 0.000505050505, which is nearly as flat as you can get.

If your local television market is Sacramento and Stockton and surrounding communities, you need a way to broadcast your signals over a very flat area. Thus, you need to build a very tall television transmission tower. And the second tallest transmission tower in the world is located right in Walnut Grove, California (and the other ones in the area aren't far behind it).

I also saw a tugboat pushing a barge of dirt upriver for some levee repairs. Tugboats are cool.

Anyway, yeah. If you ever get the chance to drive up 160, take it. It's worth the trip. Every once in a while, it's a good thing to shake up the routine and see things you've not seen before. And that's why I'm glad I did this. Even if it does mean being back in Sactown.
katster: (quiet)
A hat tip to Hugo Schwyzer. If you grew up in California, you'll understand this poem. If you're not, let me just say that California has a tendency to be somewhat ahistorical, and leave it at that.

(If you're curious, I once did an essay attempting to explain why history, which touches on some of the same subjects, but it's not very good. I plan to revise it soon.)

The Politics of Memory
Kevin Heard

I was born in a state
where everything had to be named twice
to survive:
where Hangtown became Placerville,
where La Brea couldn’t hold its bones
in Spanish, but had to be redundant
and bi-lingual ---
The La Brea Tar Pits,
redundant, like the Sierra Nevada Mountains,
in name only;

a state so arid in parts
that what has been forgotten
is blown to dust
in the wind across the alkali flats;
a state where you change the name
and all is forgiven:
where Gospel Swamp
loses both its muck and its religion
to emerge the model suburb

Fountain Valley forgives the swamp,
but what of Manzanar?
In a state where everything
has to be named twice
or be forgotten,
who will remember Manzanar
(a place in exile
from the maps)? The detention camp is closed,
but I was born in this state
and, for now, I know the name.
katster: (crazy)
In my last post, I made reference to strange definitions of wintry things because here in California, we don't have winter like the rest of y'all do. So, for a bit of humor on this Thursday afternoon, I decided to share a few of them.


Wintry terms

Winter
The rainy season

Snow
What makes the mountains look pretty

Ice
What goes in your drink

Frost
What you do to a cake

Blizzard
A tasty frozen treat from Dairy Queen

Nor'easter
A person from New England

Chilly
Temperature below 70°F (21°C)

Cold
Temperature below 60°F (15°C)

Very cold
Temperature below 50°F (10°C)

Bitterly cold
Temperature below 40°F (4°C)


Can y'all think of any more? :)

First Rain

Oct. 5th, 2006 11:03 am
katster: (thoughtful)
I'm from California.

This is a "duh, tell us something new, kat" moment, I'm sure, but I have to explain that in context. I am from California. And in California, there's a wonderful moment that I've taken to calling "First Rain."

A few years back, I went to Nova Scotia, to visit [livejournal.com profile] zibblsnrt. And in Nova Scotia, they had their fireworks for Canada Day canceled because of rain and fog. This was a completely foreign concept to me -- the one time the fireworks for the Fourth had been canceled was because there was a heavy north wind and high fire danger. The idea of rain in the summertime practically flummoxed me.

That's because out here in California, we have a very specific wet season and dry season. The dry season usually runs from about April to October, with some variation on either side. (I've seen it rain into June, and I've seen it not rain until December.) But about this time of year, the shift in seasons becomes obvious, the clouds roll in, and the rain begins to fall. It's a magical event, first rain is. It restores a sense of order to the universe. It also means that the hundred plus degree heat of the summer is safely tucked away until next year.

The rain is important to California because with a wet season and a dry season, we're reliant on the snowpack in the Sierras to keep us hydrated through another long season, and the failure of the rain to come means that we're probably going to have a slight problem the next summer. And sometimes this string of dry winters goes on for seven or eight years, and the reservoirs drop down to levels unseen, and things long forgotten get uncovered. I grew up in one of these droughts, and I remember quite clearly the day it started raining at lunchtime. We all piled into our fifth period class, excited and jabbering, and my math teacher looks up, shakes her head, and says, "You children of the drought, you don't even know what *rain* is."

That's stuck with me, and thus I've always felt more reassured when the rain comes. And last night I fell asleep to the sound of the rain dripping down from the sky and pattering against the ground, and was assured that all is again right with the world. And I fell asleep.
katster: (burn before reading)
Thesis: California is so flipping crazy because we're making it up as we go along.

(IOW, katster's head is bashing ideas together like a supercollider. Don't mind me, I'll just sit here in the corner and spin wheels and damn [livejournal.com profile] zibblsnrt for suggesting I turn what are incoherent and nebulous ideas on the subject into a book.) ;)

[Hmmm, I need a California icon. Ah, but this one will do for now...]

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