6.7.10

Epic Fourth of July


Often a large group of us gather up East Canyon at a private "resort" known simply as The Ranch. The 4th of July weekend is usually a good weekend for this gathering, and an excuse for adults (by now geezers) to behave badly. No exception this year, but there was a big surprise that involved a live band, big sound, flashing lights, and a laser show...thanks to Joe Q and his Honda generators.

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On the 3rd, campers and musicians began gathering... lots of good acoustic sessions as the beers came out of the coolers.


Newcomer Rod and his twelve string worked well with Bill and his Taylor.


Note George's tiny mandolin. George knows a zillion obscure old timey tunes, which endeared him to Harry who also loves those old tunes.

This weekend marked a couple of birthdays, adding to the celebration. Harry, and also Bobby D., for whom no ranch task is ever complete (as long as Marsha keeps the drinks flowing).




Others just lazed...


Then there was the bad nap hair... (but great smile!)


And a beautiful sunset brought an end to Independence Day eve (not really, everyone just moved to the campfire for serious drinking and serious BS, along with a rousing performance by the scum chorus... no pictures or recordings survived the tequila onslaught).


The morning of the Fourth began with an appropriate patriotic tribute...


As the participants tried to limit themselves to maintenance doses of inebriates throughout the day, final preparations were made for the night's activities, with the trucks rolling in carrying sound and light gear and the musicians instruments. A tent platform was transformed into the Dirty Dog Saloon!


George and Rosemary got the night's entertainment started (aided by Esther's vocals), and slowly the crowd gathered.




Then the headliners came out, a loose affiliation of musicians from many bands over the years such as Cow Jazz and the Bar X Barflys... for tonight, the Dirty Dog Allstars...



And a shot of the band with the dirty dog himself...


The audience was immediately appreciative (although, obviously, the drinking was taking it's toll), and between sets we visited with several VIPs in attendance.




Rachel and David above have started a nifty new magazine: Edible Wasatch. Available at restaurants and store around town.... check it out...

And here's our Impresario for the evening... Joe Q, who financed, organized, and constructed the whole Dirty Dog experience...


Night time brought very chilly air, but more tequila was passed around, and things heated up... especially once the lasers hit the smoke...



And the girls got frisky...



Even our hostess Julie hung in there (especially when she found out the kitchen had magically been cleaned up)...


Finally, the band played their last song... the saloon closed down, but the night was not over... we gathered around the campfire for warmth, more music, and, yes, more tequila...


Thanks again to Joe, the musicians, the sound and light folks, and especially Bill and Julie for a memorable (epic!) 4th of July ranch experience.

28.6.10

More Blooming Cactus and ...

Well, the 11th Ave front "yard" continues to explode. I'll just post the pics, you can enjoy (click on pic to get larger image).

Wow!







21.6.10

Vulvas, er... Vuvuzelas

Been watching some of the World Cup and hearing this strange drone all the way through the games. I guess it's some sort of plastic horn named, or based on, what's called a vuvuzela. Lots of discussion about banning them as too much interference, and some audio pros are calling out their favorite DAW plugins to filter out the sound. But I like the vuvuzelas much better than those damn boomsticks at baseball parks. Somehow the vuvuzela drone sound actually relaxes me, sort of like Indian sitar music (can't remember the drone instrument used with the tabla and sitar). Anyway, my son's friend came up with a concerto for vuvuzela... a very appropirate arrangement.... click on the graphic for a full blown display.

20.6.10

Blooming Cactus

The cactus at my 11th Ave house are now in bloom. A wet spring and finally some hot, sunny weather seem to encourage the blooms. Here's some examples:




I kinda like the way the poppies a growing up within the datura. The datura itself usually starts blooming later in July.


And this guy is going to do something any day now...


I sure love the desert in the city. Wonder plants, low water requirements, yet blossoms the equal or better than all those flowers everyone plants.

16.6.10

Kilby Jazz Festival

Dave Chisholm has organized a rather unique jazz festival for later this month. He's enlisted a number of groups playing innovative jazz (rather than the standards based jazz that pervades most jazz festivals). Looks like a great evening for jazz down at Kilby Court. Click on the poster for a larger image and more detail info on the event. See you there!


6.6.10

11th Ave.

The latest update on the front yard of my house on 11th Ave. The California poppies are in full bloom, with a zillion buds on the cactus (one blossom so far). Pretty spectular... Stay tuned...
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4.6.10

The Big Hole


Well, I got kinda lucky... didn't have to dig as deep or broad as I thought (although the plumber hasn't arrived, so I may not be done yet). Background: last Fall, when shutting the valve to the sprinkler system, I knew it needed replacement. Luckily I got the valve shut off, after busting more than one gut! Also, the standpipe continued to have significant water in it all Winter. So, with hot weather finally arriving this Spring (now nearly Summer), I found I couldn't turn the valve at all.

So it was hire the digging out or do it myself. My plumber didn't have the resources for excavation, my gardener's crew was too busy, and I didn't know any illegals, so it was up to me. In a major effort of masculine macho, I attacked the dirty task. After the first hour, I felt I was having some success (the top 6 inches was all bark), and the valve seemed closer to the surface than expected. I quit for the day, and only needed a half bottle of Advil to recover!.

The second day found big rocks, one I barely removed, but, again, things went decently well although I was in tight quarters. The worst part was the water, the valve was leaking. I decided if I cleared out enough soil, deep and wide enough, the water would drain faster. Sure enough, it worked, and soon the valve itself was exposed.



I managed to remove enough soil and rock to get a good view of things. Hopefully it's all I need to do for the plumber. And hopefully he can get over here soon, since temps hit the 90's soon and the grass is beginning to hate it.



A big job, but I got lucky that it wasn't worse. Still, I deserve a beer... heading to the fridge right now!