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Amblin' Alameda: Community

We live in such different times than the olden days, no matter how long ago the olden days were. Our species clearly requires at least a tribe for an individual to exist, let alone grow and flourish and procreate. In the olden days tribes were the basic human unit and community was where we lived. By community I mean we knew all our neighbors (as they were our aunts, uncles and cousins) and life was lived through a lot of community cooperation. All for one and one for all was an expression of reality rather than a wished-for state. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Community

Amblin' Alameda: Language Evolution

In the 14th century, Geoffrey Chaucer wrote: “Whan that Aprille with its flours soote...” and laid down the structure of an argument that continues to this day. Was the person widely considered the greatest poet of his age a terrible speller, poor at grammar or just uneducated? Or is it that language continuously evolves to fit the spirit of the times? (When that April with its flowers sweet...”) Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Language Evolution

Amblin' Alameda: Renewal time

It's that time of year for me again - renewal time for my medical marijuana card! Buying marijuana at a (semi)legitimate outlet is so much easier and less expensive than the old way of meeting my dealer in a dark alley and handing over cash for who knows what that I'm sure to renew my access to my sleep-aid of choice. For me this entails a trip to Oakland and a visit to a “prescribing” facility. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Renewal time

Amblin' Alameda: Vignettes From An Amble

This morning we are walking in the clouds. The fog has rolled into Alameda and reduced visibility to half a block or less. San Francisco, the Bay Bridge and the monster cranes of Oakland's waterfront are hidden so well they might not exist. The beach re-nourishment project has moved to the west end of Shoreline Drive and the crew of men and big machines are trundling back and forth, spreading the sand newly arrived from the dredge and extending the beach. It looks like the job on Shoreline itself will be done within a week. Very impressive. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Vignettes From An Amble

Amblin' Alameda: I'm Walking!

I'm walking! Not a world-shattering announcement from the author of Amblin' Alameda, but relevant and exciting (to me) nevertheless. It's been 21 months since my operation for prostate cancer and the subsequent six weeks of radiation therapy and the convalescence from those insults to my body took much longer than I had supposed they would. It was months before I felt like walking anywhere at all, and then I could only manage fairly short stints before I felt too tired to carry on. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: I'm Walking!

Amblin' Alameda: The Chill is Here

San Francisco has disappeared! This morning the marine layer - that cloud without lift - hugged the ground and hid the bay, hid the city beyond the bay and hid the mountains beyond the city. The air was chilly in the gray grasp of the fog and all exposed parts of my body were chilled as well. In my case it's the hands and face, particularly the nose. The grayness subdued all colors and suffused the scene with an eery, washed out look quite suitable to the season. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: The Chill is Here

Amblin' Alameda: Fragrance of Fall

I didn't realize it was Saturday morning when I set out on my daily walk. It took three blocks before the lack of lines of cars at every stop sign gave me my first clue, the relative quiet my second clue and the songs of the birds being audible over the lack of din finally driving home the point. Since I don't have a regular job (though I have plenty to do), I can plead loss of my place in the calendar to explain not knowing the day of the week. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Fragrance of Fall