Category Archives: Santa Barbara
Gonna drop one on ya.
just a little bit.
just ta see if you like it. . .
a few tips first. 😉 pun intended.
wake up earlier, its rewarding.
listen to CRS, Justice, Air, Cinematic Orchestra, Portugal The Man, and Rogue Wave and Jose Gonzales.
drink more. who was I kidding?
Watch Weeds, The Office, Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia, The L Word, and of course, Entourage.
Keep up on current events, balances you and keeps you from being a zombie to one aspect of your life.
Screw it, watch anything HBO has to offer. Especially in the next five years.
Go to Vegas at least once a year.
explore the outdoors around you,
investing in a DVR or TIVO is like diversifying your life portfolio.
ride a bike or walk if you can. LA is the exception.
Never give homeless people money.
Give them food,
gift certificates to someplace they can get food,
or give them your attention.
Not all problems can be solved with money.
but what do I know.
here are some frames ya little rascals.
Missing DC a bit. or at least the friends I made there. Be back at the end of Oct.
Miles Lavin everybody.
Playing softball in front of the capitol was amazing.
played with a former Congressman, Rep. Istook.
. . .
real mature Rondell. . .
Now for some VT deep cuts.
That place changed me for the better.
Now some hometownchicoshots.
“I get by with a little help from my friends” – Ringo Starr.
I went to my last statistics class today.
My last one ever.
Thought I was done with math in high school.
I was wrong.
In other news, I recently got a job as a staff photographer for the nationally renowned school paper, the Orion. Its gonna be hard work, but I knew that going into it.
As of right now, I’m scheduled for the most time consuming/challenging semester of my life. With 20 units, learning a new language, and working at the paper, I’m going to find out what it means to really have no spare time. It is what I want, I’m not the victim of circumstance because I chose them. I want to see how well I can perform maxed out.
We’ll see how long that lasts.
Here are some older photos from all over the place. I really like them, but for whatever reason, I decided not to post them at the time. I guess some photos take time to grow on a person.
Boston last year, in the spring time.
Frisbee golf with my friend Chip.
An Isla Vista sunrise.
Until next time. I should have a lot of film to upload over the break, so who knows what I could in those rolls. An early Merry Christmas if I don’t post until after the new year.
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Train rides are long.
The one I had was longer than I have ever traveled before. Plane rides to Europe from LA are not this long.
15 and 1/2 hours to get to Santa Barbara from Chico. I’m not making that up.
The train was scheduled to leave Chico at 3:50 am Thursday morning, which I had no problem with because I could just crash on the train. That was not to be.
Due to the heavy rains in Seattle that week, and part of the tracks coming apart in Oregon, the train was delayed 4 hours. Finally getting on at 8, I was beat tired and crashed hard, and woke up in Oakland 5 or 6 hours later.
I met a man on the train named Robert Wright in the dining car. We got to talking and I found out that he is a photographer. Cool right? The catch is that he is mostly (legally) blind.
Serious? check out the link. he created a site for anything an everything, but most importantly he created a table for every photographic condition possible to get the perfect capture. I was amazed. He said it took him years to do it. He has been published all over the world, been on national news programs, and even does NBA games from time to time.
Quite an amazing individual.
I eventually arrived in downtown SB, met Mike Acuna, and then went straight to the bars. Mike’s parents were there, and partied pretty hard. We had Irish car bombs, tequila shots. We hopped around a little bit, the Ellen and I ended up going shot for shot until the bar closed. It was great to see everyone, it had been months.
We went back to the guys house after the bars to see Toby. I had told him I wasn’t coming, and he bought it. So to surprise him, I laid him out in a perfect tackle during his beer pong game. It was rad, I know Coach Bonds would have been proud, then ate something.
I had one of the best weekends of my life.
I’ve really been lucky this year. I don’t go out much in Chico (maybe once every two weeks), but the times I traveled to Vegas and SB this Fall are going to stay with me forever.
Friday night was the big party. So we all spent the day cold chillin. Frisbee golf, Polish horseshoes, and Smash.
Then at night the big party went down. These are just some of the pictures I took and liked the most, the rest will go up on Facebook.
the always lovely Ellen.
The birthday boy.
Love the face Nicole. right through the screen window.
Took this moment he turned 21.
I love this one.
A grip of friends, a Jagerator, two kegs, and a wet t-shirt contest.
Gotta give it to the girls, it was pretty damn cold that night, and water from the hose isn’t heated. They all went in the hot tub after to warm up. Turned into a little hot tub party as others joined them. Right on.
It was fun times had by all. One of the best parties I have ever been to.
Saturday we did the IV Loop. For Toby’s birthday, we went to every place in Isla Vista that sold alcohol (barring liquor stores). It was so much fun, we rolled 20 deep, and took over everyplace (except Gio’s).
The IV Loop:
1.Super Cucas—–Mexican Beer
2.Javan’s———-Bud Light Pitchers+Beer Hockey
3.Woodstocks—–Lunch+32 of Bud Light
4.Cali Roll———Saki Bombs
5.Freebirds——-Corona “don’t fruit the beer”
6.Study Hall——Mixed drinks and a prairie fire for Toby
8.Sam’s To Go—-Pitchers
9.Gio’s————Pitchers and Flip Cup “We are the Champions”
12.Dublin’s———Shots of Jack+a three wise-men shot for Toby (John, Jack and Jose)
By the end Toby was gone. We started at 1pm and finished around 8. Toby passed out, I took a nap with a forty in my hand and the night went on. woke up, played beer pong for the rest of the night and invented a word with Jory. “Crunklebunk”, also “Crunklebunked”, can also be spelled Krunklebunked.
Ask Jory what it means.
The next day I headed back up to Chico. Mike’s parents gave me a ride to Martinez, and I was great to talk to them about sports on the way up. Mike’s mom know more about football than most guys I know. Go Mrs. Acuna! It was really cool of them to do that.
Lastly, I’m all about Peace in the Middle East, the Shins, Carmel, the 1881, and moleskine.
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First I wanted to shout out to all the people who read this.
Thanks and Welcome. . .
Just wanted to post some older stuff, because I feel bad for not posting every week. I really want to have more time to shoot more, that’s why I applied for a position at the Chico State’s paper, The Orion. This semester is just too busy. Maybe spring 07 will be better.
This is Chris. He traveled all the way to San Diego from Chicago in a couple of old cars to make a new life for himself. Not knowing anyone, Chris and his band mates lived out of tents and cars for months, all the while holding down jobs and small gigs.
He now attends Chico State University, and swears that he would rather be a bum in California then live through another winter in the Midwest. So he took a chance and made it to college. No longer in the same band, he is pursuing a musical career, in production most likely.
Best of luck to him.
the police. coppers. the 5-0. pigs. the IVFP. foot patrol. the man. cops. . .
There they are, stealing another keg from students. bastards. The thing I questioned the police about when I shadowed them for a night was about the crime rate. The IV Foot Partol(Isla Vista) tried to explain to me that the main problem with crime around the UCSB student area were mostly alcohol related.
During the late 1980’s and early to mid 1990’s, UCSB, along with other major party schools were seen as out of control. Student deaths, rape, lower grades and bad reputations were severely hurting these major institutions, especially the state and federally funded schools. So, in an effort to increase competitive enrollment, as well as re-establish themselves as prestigious learning institutions, they implemented a well funded crackdown on “binge drinking.”
There are only two schools in the state of California that receive state funded yearly $100,000 grants to combat the problem of binge drinking.
UCSB is one.
Chico State is the other.
So far it was worked, well, at least for UCSB.
In 2004 alone, UCSB had two faculty members win the Nobel Prize, one for Economics and the other for Physics. That puts the schools total at 5 Noble Prize winners since 1998.
They now average around 50 million in private donations, great for a school that was once considered simply a party school. They are headed in the right academic direction, if only they could be making such strides in the extracurricular and societal matters.
The reason I disagreed with the police about alcohol being the cause of the crime in the city was based on research the Daily Nexus did.
The paper came up with crime statistics over years since the grants were given. What it showed was that most of the money went to providing money for extra police during the Halloween weekend.
One weekend out of 52.
Most of that money went to pay the cops for overtime. Seriously?
While Isla Vista crime dropped over the Halloween weekend, arrests went up. Mostly the drunk in public variety, a victimless crime, but others rose as well. However, serious crimes have risen over the rest of the year in direct disregard for the money that is being spent to protect the people.
Crimes like rape, assault and battery, burglary and grand theft have risen over those years. My untested hypothesis is that because IV is run by the Sheriffs and is not a sovereign police force, the lack of funding and actual detective work has contributed to the rise in serious crimes.
Because the police concentrated on binge drinking, they really narrow the scope to which they see crime. They are trained to look for different things, they assume things, and they really don’t respect people rights. You could say that for most cops, especially with the reputation Los Angeles has, but most students are not criminals.
The IV Foot Patrol really needs to understand why the students hate them so much. The hate has to come from somewhere. Almost everyone has a story that happened to them or someone they know where a cop treated someone unfairly.
It just happens, and most of that fault is on the students, because they love to bitch and complain but are too damn lazy to mobilize and create a watchdog organization to police the cops.
It is the cops taking advantage of the indifference of the student population that bothers me.
It needs to change. Or students need to accept it and stop the whining.
On the cliffs of UCSB in the Spring 06. I really miss that place.
This photo was made possible by Terence, the letter J and ideas.
I went to a star gazing party a while back. It was cool, there were many different kinds of telescopes set up at different objects; like stars, galaxies, the moon and Saturn. It was one of the coldest nights I can remember, because it snowed the next day in the mountains to the north Santa Barbara.
That was nuts. Snow in Santa Barbara? It happened, I was there.
I had never seen anythings through a telescope before, I felt like a little kid seeing things for the first time. I had a great time.
That tower in the photo was an old Monastery that was sold to a school. They light it up from the inside at night.
And I’ll leave you with a sunset from Chico, California.
Till next time.
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