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hello dad, hello mom

Hello world, I'm your wild girl.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_oTxZl3jNY

Yeeeeeeeeahhh, my my such a sweet thing. Wanna do ev-ver-ree thing
What a beautiful feeling. Crimson and clover.
Over and over.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XHB58ga4zU&feature=related
(Joan on guitar.)

I Love Playing With Fire


This particular video reminds me of a punkified Johnny Cash. 
There's a calm before the storm.
I know, it's been coming for some time.
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain?
Coming down on a sunny day?


Then there's Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.  Cheap.

Music Review. Take One. Segment: Artist Review.

Marine Animal Rescue

I look pretty swell in my new Power Ranger wetsuit. It's for a size junior O'Neil, but has longer legs than my size in women's, however it's tighter in the crotch. I'm the Red Ranger, bay-bee! I ripped for two hours at the 11th hour, a 2-3 incoming; not as consistent as the evening before.

I'm usually the first one on the beach in the morning, except sometimes for Bonz. And sometimes we get there at the same time.

Bonz, 6/2011. He likes to take cigar and whiskey breaks in between
morning sessions. I've surfed with this guy more than anyone else in my
whole fucken life. But I've only been surfing about 3 years now.

This morning, the fog was tight. It's Friday, so I expected more surfers than usual to show up. No Bonz, and I wasn't surprised from the buoy reports. I took the stairs to the beach. I only had so much time before work, so I headed towards Jailhouse.

Surf Slut Jailhouse, June, '11

It looked way flatter than what was pumping last night. Once in a while something rideable? Couldn't tell, so I thought I'd walk out to the pt.

The baby sea lion was the same color as the damp rocks of the cliff he cowered beneath. He saw me first and hustled from the cliffs across the small patch of beach to the shorebreak. He had a deep gash like a bloody necklace encircling his neck. A deep and bloody incision; fishwire wrapped around him and cutting him like razors. He was just a little thing. A year old sea lion at best. "Aw, baby," I said to him. He turned around and looked at me with those bleeding chocolate brown eyes they have and flopped back onto the beach toward me. "Aw, baby," I said again as we locked eyes.

I ran up the wood steps and drove to my office and called the Marine Animal Rescue for SB County. I left a message and my number.

There used to be this woman on campus. Kathy Larsen in Marine Science? I can't find her number now. But I would call her whenever I found a lame sea bird or sick sea lion or dolphin corpse. She would right away send a team out to gather it. I couldn't find her number. I called a few people on campus. No one knew who I was talking about.

About the 11th hour a gruff beach type voice called me and said they found my yearling sealion and he was going to be alright. "You know," I said, "When those sea lions are sick they come to the stairs. I think they know to come for help." Mr. Gruff voice on the other end agreed. After that phone call, I put on my crime fighting Red Ranger wetsuit and I hit it.

Coal Oil Pt: The sun appears in the late afternoon here.

The water was warm and clear and the energy mellow and unharshing as I've come to expect of ol' Dev. The close outs are rarely of the Sands or Rincon variety. Going over the falls is a different deal. But that's the winter months I'm thinking of.

I left work early and caught the incoming tide and got two hours of dominating surf. I'd been watching the buoys build since the 11th hour. My lower back is soooooo loose now. Finally. I'll have to ice my neck though, still achey and weak since the concussion incident. There were four heartshaped swans and two Canada Geese hanging by one another in the slough at almost sunset. Things just work out that way at the water.

The sun finally came out, the sea was warm and there were sea lions and dolphins and diving pelicans feeding. Bio Dave was out surfing and a couple of guys and then a few more, but it was easy to dominate. The waves were all over the place, but consistent. We just had to wait in position at our choice of breaks.

Photo by Callie Bowdish, 2011

The tide was incoming high then outgoing high. 4 ft high. Sometimes they didn't line up and they were smaller than you'd think. I don't know how much of a role the new incoming sand placement plays in that. But there were some nice lines that showed up and some nice rides.

That's June Gloom on a good day.

end of report.

Midnight. On the water.
I saw the Ocean's daughter
Walking on wave she came
Staring as she called my name

Ellwood Cooper Olive Oil c1890 California

I find thick, white, not clear, textured chunks of the same color and heaviness. They are usually the size of 50 cent pieces. Well, now I know what they are. Some env/bio white guy on the beach told me. He said there was an olive oil company in Ellwood circa 1895, but it was washed out to sea in the 1920s. I was completely intrigued. "VotS," he said, (I wondered how he knew my name.), "Seaglass takes a long, long time. We're still finding glass from the Ellwood Olive Oil Company." It all clicked for me right there what the big milky bottle tops and bottoms were. I have been finding these throughout my 17 years here.

    Information about the bottle design here: 

http://www.worthpoint.com/worthopedia/applied-seal-ellwood-cooper-olive-oil-c1890

The seal is a large oval with generous blobby edges. Base is almost flat, but asymetrical and set in from base edge. Bottle stands almost 11 1/4 inches tall, and 2 3/4 inches at the base. It is glossy with no chips or cracks. Though mostly clean and clear, does have some small areas of very slight residue inside, some surface scratches, and manufacturing flaws near the base (see photo with finger pointing to it...) Neck has a turn-mold line, and seveal small bubble near the lip and string ring.

Olive Orchards and Oil

Below is an excerpt from an article in the SB Inde, California’s Great Olive Oil Flood: Farmers in Santa Barbara and Beyond Tap into an Ancient Tradition, January 2009.


"They stand firmly planted across California, scoffing the meek flow of centuries with their massive twisted limbs and gnarled trunks two feet thick. These relic olive trees, still as fruitful as ever and as old as America, attest plainly to the fact that this industry has thrived before in California-and faded away.
The first trees arrived in the state in the 1700s with the Spaniards, who initially brought them to the New World at the close of the 1400s. But in the humid colonies of Florida, Cuba, the West Indies, and mainland Mexico, olive orchards failed. Only when the Spanish padres trudged into Baja California did they finally find a climate resembling that of the Mediterranean where the olive trees could thrive. At their long line of missions from Baja to Sonoma, the priests grew, harvested, and pressed olives into a relatively low-grade oil that they used for cooking, fuel, soap-making, and ritual ointment.
The mission orchards were abandoned in the 1830s, but the trees lived on, blossoming and fruiting through decades of neglect. Meanwhile, various pioneers in horticulture began to plant fruit orchards throughout the state’s prosperous growing zones. Jules Emile Goux arrived in Santa Barbara in 1851 and, amid the established 50-year-old trees at the Presidio, planted his own groves in what would become downtown. The trees still grow and produce fruit today along Olive and De la Guerra streets. Others followed, such as Ellwood Cooper, who planted 8,000 trees on his ranch in Goleta, legendarily making 50,000 bottles of oil in one year."


Ellwood Cooper 

The following is from an sbtrails website:
"When Ellwood Cooper first visited Santa Barbara in 1868 as a tourist, he was impressed by the olive trees which had been planted along Los Olivos by the mission padres. Quickly, he became convinced the oil produced in Santa Barbara’s mild Mediterranean climate could compete with that produced in Italy.
By coincidence, Cooper later met Colonel W.W. Hollister in northern California and began corresponding with him. When Hollister moved to the Goleta Valley in 1869 and built his fabulous Glen Annie retreat he began singing the praises of the “Good Land” to Cooper and convinced him to move to the area in 1870.
When he arrived in the Goleta Valley, looking at the property on which he would soon locate his olive trees, Cooper wrote:
“The appearance of the Goleta Valley is perfectly lovely, the prospect grand and sublime, mountains on the one side, the great ocean on the other. The building sites on our ranch cannot be surpassed anywhere. I can have wild ravine views, rugged mountains, the ocean and look all over the country between me and Santa Barbara 12 miles distant, the west view being of equal beauty.”
Cooper, being the industrious person he was, had 400 acres of his canyon holdings (what is now known as Ellwood Canyon) planted with 7,000 olive trees, and 12,500 walnut trees within two years. For many years he was the largest producer of walnuts in California and Cooper’s olive mill eventually became the largest in the United States. He was hailed as America’s olive oil king, but ironically, the olive oil business which brought him to Santa Barbara ended up being a failure; Cooper could not compete with the cheaper, and inferior, oil being produced in Sicily at a fraction of the cost.
The olive trees are gone, as are the walnut groves; nevertheless Cooper’s mark has been left indelibly on the Goleta countryside and in areas like the Ellwood Bluffs County Park. It is he who was responsible for bringing the eucalyptus tree to Santa Barbara. Cooper was the first grower in the United States to begin commercial propagation and distribution of eucalyptus trees. The main plantation was just across from Ellwood Bluffs County Park near Ellwood Union School.
Today, as you walk down through the park you will notice the long rows of eucalyptus lining Hollister Avenue. In places they separate the open fields from one another. It is these that are now the legacy of Ellwood Cooper."

I can't find anything about the flood that washed the grove out and potentially put all these old chunks of bottle seaglass into the Ellwood surf. I did, however, find this announcement in the Sacramento daily record-union, Monday, February 10, 1890, declaring Cooper's candidacy for governor on the Republican ticket as reported by the Santa Barbara Press.

And if you get a chance, read the short piece on what the city sharks are doing to honest snowshovelers. It's on the same piece of newspaper microfiche.

Seaglass Booty Ninja

Today's find has been consistent with good days. Booty has been three to five handfuls on average with variables for time and location. Today was five handfuls plus some small rocks and shells. I think I found at least nine different colors today. Exceptional finds include a pink chunk and a yellow chunk.

I have never found either color before. However, I have found a lavender chunk. Tbone looked it up in her seaglass book and it says that finding a true yellow is 1/3000 and that they are rare. The pink is 1/1000. I believe she said the red I found about a month ago was 1/5000. I feel like going to the track. Anyone feel like going to the track? You know you want to be a seaglass booty ninja. You know you do.

"Yellow/green is easier to find than true yellow. Be certain it isn't citron. The book says you have to look under a black light to tell for sure. All of the yellows are rare and come from the Depression era, but if it's true yellow, the chances of finding it are one in 3,000." -Tbone

Chance of finding red seaglass is 1/5,000.
"Pure Sea Glass" by Richard LaMotte.

The King of Kelp!
This is a Hans Solo doll
I found while hunting.