Eh Brah, where you stay?

Altadena, CA. Hopefully I can post a map of Europe sometime this summer.
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26 February, 2009

Now I Want Pho...

Ah Long Beach... If your near the beach, your safe. The further you move inland, the sketchier it gets. I'm sitting in the lobby of the Best Western I've been sequestered too while I work at the Terrace Theater on this show called "Asia 61". More on that in a minute. The hotel is about a mile or so from the theater, which sits right between Broadway and Ocean Boulevards, the two touristy and safe parts of downtown Long Beach.

As you drive away from the theater, straight up Long Beach Boulevard to get to the hotel, it gets spookier. It's not really that bad. But I do wish I was saying at the nice Renaissance hotel right next to the theater. Only three nights, if that...

"Asia 61"... If you haven't figured it out by now, there's been 60 other shows called "Asia" before this one. I haven't got all the details about the show, but here's the posters for it:Apparently, this show has a big following. I've not got the battery power on my laptop to surf the internet to find the supposedly numerous blogs about the "Asia" shows (I'm sitting in the hotel lobby because the internet doesn't reach my room), but I was able to find the above posters off a site completely in Vietnamese.

Yes, this show is all in Vietnamese. The rehearsals I've been sitting through have been all in Vietnamese. The songs and speeches are all in Vietnamese. The lighting is all Vietnamese... just kidding.

I've been told this show is filmed for DVD and then sold like hot cakes in Vietnam. Apparently, you can, if you are lucky, find the video being sold at the Vietnamese equivalent of 7-Eleven. We're talking a very popular show.

It's been interesting to say the least. Makes me miss Hawai'i for some reason. I guess the traditional costumes remind me of some of the shows I worked when I was in Hawai'i.

The theme for the show is the Vietnam war. A rather dark theme with destroyed buildings, guard towers, and bullet holes for the set, with people singing love songs in the foreground. I don't get it, but who am I?

I'll get some pictures and post them this weekend. It's a really nice set and the lighting isn't half bad. The days have been fairly easy. Everyone who's worked these shows before, have said it can be hell on earth, but so far, so good, for us...

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21 February, 2009

Tour of California, Stage 7 - Santa Clarita To My Backyard.

I don't think I idolize a lot of people in my life. I've sat in rooms with supposedly "famous" people and talked with them in a down to earth manner. As far as I can tell, they (we) are all just humans. Professional cyclists, to me, are super humans. These people put themselves through amazing feats of mental and physical toughness, something us regular humans just can't do. And I can unabashedly say, I idolize them.

Not all of them. I have a real weak spot in my heart for the domestiques. They are the hard worker bees that make sure the team leader is well protected. Team leaders, best riders in the world, but for me... bah, I'd rather cheer for the domestiques.

As I sit here and think about it, I wonder if it has anything to do with my chosen professional field. Is it possible that a domestique is like a lighting designer or lighting programmer? We are not the guys standing in the spotlight, but without us, there is no spotlight for the star and/or team leader. I will ponder this in the future.

For now, here are the highlights of the most amazing day standing on a slight hill watching my idols ride by.Here's Manny and I with our cowbells, they were handing them out near the finish line so you could cheer and "ding-a-ling" when the riders went past.

Sean Patrick and I getting ready for the riders to come by. The finish at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena was a 4.7 mile circuit the peloton was going to circle 5 times. A good chunk of the circuit is my "backyard", or my home ride. When I want to go out for a bike ride, but don't feel like going anywhere, I do the 3 mile circuit that Manny mapped below:(Check out the elevation for the above map. It's not a very steep at 2% in some places, but it's what's called a "false flat" because it doesn't look like you're going uphill)


In Europe, fans paint the names of their favorite teams or riders on the roads. Since we're in a residential neighborhood, people used chalk so it wasn't permanent.
Although, some police officer on a motorbike came by and told them to stop even though they were handing out chalk at the finish line so you could write in the streets.


The new "Blue Train". Levi Leipheimer of the Astana Cycling Team has won this race for the last two years running. The Astana Cycling Team, today is basically the old USPS/Discovery Team (the original "Blue Train") that disbanded almost two years ago.


This is how you control a race. Put all your team riders at the front and go a certain speed. Either to catch the breakaway, or at least prevent them from gaining too much time. On this day, Astana was controlling the tempo, not letting the break get too far, but having no real interest in catching them. Rumour was, George Hincapie, a former teammate of many Astana riders, and a good friend of Lance Armstrong, was in the break, so Astana was giving him a chance to win this same stage that he won last year.


I wasn't sure if Nicole was having fun. She seemed to be enjoying it, but on the second circuit, right in front of Nicole, Robert Gesink, a rider for the Dutch Rabobank team, stopped and his team car flew up handed him a new bicycle. Here's a shot of the mechanic pushing Gesink back into the race (a legal move for those who didn't know). I looked back at Nicole and her eyes were like saucers. "That was cool!" she mouthed to me. She was getting more than I even bargained for. I was hoping she was having a good time watching the race.
Nicole and Sean Patrick were enjoying themselves without a doubt. Although I think Sean Patrick was more interested in the cowbell that Nicole was ringing when the riders went by, then in the riders themselves.



Breakaway! There was a breakaway of 10 riders ahead of the Astana controlled peloton, above is a picture of the eventual stage winner, Rinaldo Nocentini of the French AG2R team (I have that jersey!) attempting to breakaway from the breakaway. Behind him on the left of the picture is George Hincapie, attempting to bridge the gap to Nocentini. I wasn't paying attention, just snapping as many photos as I could when the motorcycle behind George nearly clipped me as it went by.


Lance Armstrong has many website dedicated to him. Even Levi Leipheimer has his fare share of the spotlight. These guys are great, but the guy leading the pack in the above photo, he is truly my idol. Jose Luis "Chechu" Rubiera has only one real website about him. But his fans are rabid. And for good reason. He is one of the big reasons Lance won 7 Tours de France. He is a Super Domestique. A real cyclist and all around classy guy. Nicole, this would have been the one guy I would have wanted my picture with. No matter, I got a picture of him doing what he does best.


This is a picture for the ages, Levi Leipheimer in yellow, followed by Lance Armstrong, one of the greatest cyclist ever. And just above Levi's head in the picture, my beautiful wife and son.



Another "Super Domestique" leads the peloton. Yaroslav Popovych has always showed a lot of promise. He was pegged as one of the men to take over leadership of the Discovery Team when Lance retired, but he didn't quite achieve the results. When Discovery disbanded, he was quickly snatched up by the Belgian team, Silence-Lotto to be a "Super Domestique" to their big Tour de France star, Cadel Evans. But in last years tour, he was very lack-luster. He didn't seems to have the strength needed to help Cadel. So this year, he's back in the fold of the "New Discovery" team, Astana. And he looks to be back on form.

I will close by saying this. I get it now. I've been a huge cycling fan for many years now, and I never quite understood why those "nut job" fans would run along side the cyclists and cheer. It seems so stupid and very dangerous. But after today, I know why. The energy in the air when these super humans ride by is indescribable. I think if I didn't have my camera in hand, I would have been one of those "nut jobs" running right by Chechu and cheering. I did find myself yelling, "Allez! Allez!"* when they went by. I don't know why that was coming out of my mouth. It just felt like the right thing to say.


*Allez is French for "Go!" or "Faster!". It can be heard all over France in July.

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19 February, 2009

If There's One Thing I Learned From Power Outages.




I think I mentioned it here in the blog not too long ago, but didn't expand on it...

So the day after Christmas, some of you may have heard, but O'ahu had an island wide power outage. Although I didn't get the full story, I think one of the substations was struck by lightning and because of "safety settings", the entire grid shut itself off.

Nicole, Sean Patrick and I were at my cousin Jade's house when it happened. We went about our scheduled dinner and chatting for a while until my brothers left and Nicole and I stayed and chatted for a while longer. Just before we about to leave, my cell phone rang with the caller ID telling me it was my dad's house. It was my brother Matt on the other end telling me the entire island was in darkness and to just spend the night at my dad's instead of trying to get to the hotel and lugging the kid up 5 flights of stairs.

He also said he'd been trying to call me on his cell for quite sometime but wasn't able to get through, and was surprised my cell worked. Matt had called me from my dad's "land line" which also still worked.

At this point I'd like to send a shout out to T-Mobile and their ability to have there cell towers working in a black out and a big, HA! to AT&T for their inability to have their towers up. Love the iPhone (don't own one), but HATE AT&T. Another blog, another time.

I've always liked the Alexander Graham Bell invention. Just ask my dad. When I was a teenager, I was on the phone all the time. Worse than most girls. I was on it so much, my dad had to get that new fangled technology of the time, "call waiting". In 1990, I got around to buying my own phone. My dad didn't have cool phones, and I wanted a cool phone, a "business" phone.So I went to Sears and bought this phone for right around 60 bucks I think. What made this phone so cool? The orange button on the bottom right, "Speaker phone". That was the latest technology back in 1990.

Yesterday, I went out and purchased a new cordless phone for the house. The one my dad gave us all those years ago has finally lost it's legs.I was standing in Best Buy, my head spinning with the multitude of choices out there, when this phone jumped out at me. It looks like your basic cordless phone, but it's got one piece of techno-weeine gadgetry I had to have... It's Bluetooth enabled. All that means is Nicole and I can "pair" our cell phones to it, so when ever our cell phones ring, we can answer it using the cordless. How cool is that? We never have to go running for our cell phones as long as we have this handset near us, we're styling. Added bonus, it comes with TWO handsets! Now I have one and Nicole has one. We are the modern family now.

And yet, I have my 1990's phone still plugged into the jack in the bedroom, taking up valueable nightstand space.

If there's one thing I learned from power outages, I'm never giving up my land line. As long as technology doesn't leap forward and forces everyone to have VoIP (Voice Over Internet Phones), or some other "bundled" service, my land line stays.

Why? Because it still works (more often than not) in a power outage. If you have VoIP, and the power goes out, out goes your modem, out goes your internet service, out goes your phone. For a while there, you could rely on your cell phone, but as this recent power outage demonstrated, that could also be compromised. Not to mention once your cell battery goes flat...

Same goes for my new fangled cordless phone. Power goes out, base station goes out, cordless phone stops working.

But 1990's phone, will keep working. It's got a cord and no batteries. It plugs straight into the wall, and I can only walk as far as the cord will let me. Doesn't matter, I can still call my dad and let him know we're ok.


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Just a quick aside for my dad... Guess who can hold his head up while on his tummy...


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17 February, 2009

Far Be It For Me To Promote Something...

Are you a fan of the TV show "Lost"? I am. Huge fan. I started watching it because for me, it's fun to say, "Aw man! I used to hike that trail!" or, "Los Angeles? That's downtown Honolulu, right off Fort Street Mall!" Then I got sucked into the story lines.

For those of you who don't watch (you should), the series if filmed entirely in O'ahu, so most of the places they film, I recognize. As a matter of fact, when Nicole and I go home for the holidays, we use to make it a point to drive by the airplane set they used (It's on Kamehameha Highway just past He'eia Pier, if it's still there). It's not in it's "filming position" but rather locked up in a fenced area and covered (mostly) with tarps.

For those of you who do watch, you know who Hurley is. He's got a blog that I just have to share. It's really good. And very insightful. And maybe I should tear a page out of his book and shorten my posts to just interesting stuff. Although interesting stuff hasn't happened lately. Aside from Hurley's blog.


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13 February, 2009

One Week Back In High School

In the summer of 1983, my Auntie Apol recruited myself and my brother Raymond to be ushers for the musical "My Fair Lady" which was being staged at the theater at Castle High School. For three weekends in a row, my brother and I dressed up in powder blue monkey suits (Tuxedos) and handed out programs and helped old ladies to there seats. The bonus was, every night, I got to sit in the back of the theater and watch Mr Higgins transform Eliza Doolittle in to a proper young lady. My cousins were in the play, and most, if not all of the actors were from Castle High School.

I won't say watching that musical hooked me on the idea of getting into theater. I will say that the hormone driven 13 year old mind saw a great way to kiss girls and not have to go through the rigmarole of trying to get them to like you.

That was the driving motivation that got me to try out for "Flower Drum Song" my freshman year at Castle. There were three days of auditions. The first was scene reading, the second dancing, and the third was singing. I had no problem the first day, I got up and did a scene from the play opposite my cousin (I think). The second day of dancing, provided more embarrassment than a freshman could handle, and I didn't even show up for the singing on the third day.

Flash forward to my senior year, 1987. I had spent my junior year hanging out with a lot of people who were involved in the theater program and they encouraged me to try out again. I auditioned for the fall melodrama, "The Saga of Sagebrush Sal". I was awarded the role of the Loony Minister. Not exactly a role for kissing girls, but I was still happy perform. I guess you could consider this my first touring production, because we took the show to all the local elementary schools, and I helped load and unload the stake bed truck with the props and scenery.

That spring, I auditioned for the musical, "Gypsy". Like "Flower Drum Song," it was three days of auditions, but I had more confidence because I had gotten the role in "Sagebrush Sal" and the support of my friends. I danced (in the back row) and ended up singing unaccompanied because I picked a song that the pianist didn't have the music for (I didn't know any of the songs from "Gypsy" so I sang a song from the movie version of "South Pacific"). To my surprise, I was called back for a final reading for the lead role of Herbie along with my buddy, Kent (more on him later). I wasn't award the role, it was given to Kent, but in a strange sort of karmic turn, I was awarded the role of "Cigar" the gruff burlesque house owner. Again, not a role that I got to kiss girls... but I say "karmic" because the character opens one of the scenes in the second act by walking on stage looking at the lights and yelling at the master electrician to "Turn off one and give me two and three," or something of that nature. Guess I should have known then.

As part of being in the musical, you had to put in 10 or so hours helping out with the technical parts of the show. I think I put in more hours than most because I found it fun to work with tools, building flats and painting scenery. But what I found most fun, was working with Sandy the lighting designer learning about the lighting equipment and theories of lighting design.

Needless to say, "Gypsy" was my last acting role (until I went to Windward Community College where I was forced to perform) and from that point on, I remained involved with Castle theater, but only as an electrician, board op, and assistant to Sandy. I worked on many musicals they staged, from 1987's "The Pajama Game" to 1993's "Oklahoma!", I was always around, hanging lights or running the lighting console.

And I kissed more girls as a "techie" than an actor.

Flash forward 22 years to last week. I'm sitting in the Orange County Performing Arts Center, programming lights for a 4 hour show featuring show tunes from the musicals written my Rogers and Hammerstein, including a full "Reading" of the musical, "South Pacific". Although all the lead roles are played by accomplished Broadway actors, the chorus was The Young Americans. A troupe of, well, young Americans, who were learning about the world of live theater.

For me, it was like being in high school again. Except for all the moving lights and other high tech gadgetry, it was just a bunch of kids on stage singing and dancing their hearts out with incredible enthusiasm and joy. When they all came out for finale of "Oklahoma!" I got goosebumps. It sounded so much like the performance we did back in 1993, I could have closed my eyes and been back in the lighting booth at Castle.

And to top it all off, Thursday evening after the performance, I had dinner with the same Kent who got the lead in "Gypsy", I hadn't seen him in almost 20 years, it was a real pleasure to catch back up with him. Time has put a lot of pounds on our waist and wrinkles on our skin, but it hadn't faded the memories of those youthful days back at Castle.

It was nice to have a week back in high school. Every so often, someone will ask you, "If you were to do it all over again, would you?" I think my answer would have to be, "High school? Yes. Except I would have sucked it up and danced and sang for 'Flower Drum Song'."


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08 February, 2009

My Lovely Baby Jumps.

Here it is, in all it's glory. Sean Patrick playing in his favorite new toy (Thanks Uncle Benny and Auntie Annie!), Dancing to the Black Eyed Peas tune, "My Humps".

Enjoy.





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07 February, 2009

FOR SALE: Vanity Garbage Cans

Dear Cesar Milan,

I'm having trouble with my calm assertive today. My beagle, Pekona, has been on my nerves lately. Well, for a few months now anyway. He's taken to eating the paper products out of the vanity garbage can. I understand he's a beagle and if he smells things that he thinks is food, he's gonna eat. He does the same thing with the kitty litter. It's disgusting, but we seemed to have solved that problem with a well positioned baby gate.

Here's a little history of our problem, probably unnecessary for you to evaluate our situation (you'll probably just say, more walks, remain calm and assertive), but I'm going to tell you anyway.

When we first got Pekona, we had your regular old vanity garbage canHe left it alone for the most part. Or if he went to get anything out of it, he did it discreetly enough that neither my wife or I noticed. But after a while, he must have gotten careless or terribly hungry, because one day, we found a hot mess in the bathroom of torn paper products and the garbage.

So we upgraded the garbage can to something with a top. We chose one of those cans with a little step to lift the lid. This worked well. Pekona could get the lid open part way, but not able to get his whole nose into the can. This was fine, as long as we were vigilant and kept the garbage level low and remember to empty it twice a week.

Then our son, Sean Patrick was born, and the chores that we did routinely, became second fiddle. Eventually, the garbage piled up high enough for Pekona to tear out and make a mess. He also some how figured out a way to keep the lid open long enough for him to take EVERYTHING out of the garbage can.

Our next solution was to just keep the door to the bathroom closed. This worked fine, except for those time when we'd forget to close the door and he'd make his way in there and create a mess before we could stop him. As an added bonus, last summer we had my wife sister staying with us in the guest room and using the guest bathroom, two doors we normally keep closed. Both places had normal garbage cans. And my sister-in-law often forgot to close both doors, so there was messes in those places too. We ended up replacing those garbage cans with similar "step lid" types.

As a side note, when I'm asleep, I don't hear the baby cry immediately, but I jolt up in bed every time I hear the dogs collar jingle, or his nails on the tile. This, Cesar, is no way for a man to sleep.

Eventually, we forgot to close the bathroom door and there was another hot mess on the floor, so I took the imitative and got yet another type of garbage can.This garbage can I thought would to do the trick. In order to open the top, you had to press down on the lid and a spring would force it open. Although Pekona is smart, I didn't think he'd be smart enough to pop open this lid.

Sadly, we never got the chance to find out if it was going to work. The garbage can was too big for the bathroom. There is a tight space between the toilet and sink. Too wide, and too tall. We resumed the method of closed door inhibit.

Until this past Thursday, this method worked fine, until we forgot to close the door again, but this time there was literally a paper trail from the garbage can in the bathroom across the floor of our bedroom to the blanket that Pekona was asleep on. I was done. First thing Friday morning, my wife and I went out and bought, yet another, garbage can.This one, I think will do the trick. The lid is spring loaded so you have to push it in, which I think the dog will be able to do. However, this can has a smaller circular opening and is taller than the others, so I don't think he'll be able to get his snout in the hole, much less dig downwards into the garbage. Fingers crossed Cesar, fingers crossed.

What prompted this letter to you, was this morning, I became so frustrated with the dog, that I lost my calm assertive. It's been raining in L.A. for the last couple of days, and Pekona is such a princess, that even if you let him out to pee when it is not actively raining, the wet ground was enough for him to step out the door, pee on the side of the house where it was mostly dry under the eaves, and run back in the house. Needless to say, he never went out to poop.

Today, Saturday, it finally stopped raining, so I took Pekona out for a poop. Still being the princess that he is, he pooped on the dry driveway. But then he wouldn't stop squatting. He would walk in circles, squat, nothing would come out, then he'd walk some more and squat again. I was growing concerned, when it occurred to me that two days ago, he tore up the garbage can and probably has paper cork in his rear. I told my wife of my theory and she disagreed, thinking he was just constipated from not pooping for two days. We did agree that the best solution might be to take him on a walk to help loosen him up.

So I pulled on my sweat shirt and snapped the leash on the dog and off we went. Not 30 feet from the driveway did Pekona, "Cop a squat". A little bit of success, a small nugget. We resumed the walk and 30 feet later, he once again, "Copped a squat". This time, no dice. This is how the walk continued for another 200 or so feet, until I notice something hanging from his behind. I pulled out a poop baggie and wrapped it over my hand like a glove and proceeded to pull out a long browned balled up wad of paper.

Well, this proved my theory right, I think. Although the walk tempo didn't change, 30 feet plus "Cop a squat", he was successfully dropping doggy presents. By the end of the walk he was just pushing out bubbles and air. Gross.

Well Cesar, what do you think? Did I guess right? More walks? Redirect his energy else where? We'll try
Cesar we promise. But for now, I'm going to place my bet on the new garbage can.

And speaking of garbage cans, we've got a number of them stacked up in the corner that we don't use. Want one or two?



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04 February, 2009

Long Week, Short Post.

Been working all week. So a short post with a nifty little thingy that Manny showed me today...

Here's my blog:Click on the picture for a better look.

In case you want to do it too...

Wordle!!


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