chase the light

Want to see a bunch of losers waving at black limos with tinted windows? Then the Golden Globes is for you. Heading down Santa Monica Blvd. I was forced off that street and onto a little side street. Oddly enough there was a parking spot so I thought I’d check out the crazy people looking for stars. First off, nobody can get anywhere near the entrance so they all had these high powered binoculars. Secondly all the cars have tinted windows. Duh. There was rooftop security, and every car that went through the checkpoint was searched. One woman in a full blown gown had to get out and open the trunk of her car. Probably some commie actress they had been profiling since the McCarthy era. Some “Lord of the Rings” fans had a snack table set up and were cheering “Pete and Fran”. Talk about specific. One woman and her daughter drove up from San Diego to try and catch a glimpse of U2. She sang U2 songs, talked to herself a lot, and was convinced U2 would be in a white limo. She even asked me if her sign was legible from where I was standing. Uh oh, time to leave.

Nice day for a sail. Although we wouldn’t know. My parents boat was still grounded from it’s engine problems, so sailing didn’t happen today. I just watched this guy do figure eights in front of me while I sat on the docks. I think he was mocking me. Evil little sailor.

Grandma died today. My only grandparent that didn’t smoke and she lived to 94. The plan is to take her ashes to the California Poppy Reserve in Antelope Valley that she helped establish. She was all about those poppy’s. She did a lot of other cool stuff and deserves much more than just an entry on a web page. [LINK]

Back on track. Replaced my G1 with a G3! Ok, no droppin’ this one in the mud. What a boner.

This year my parents outfitted the boat to be in the Holiday Boat Parade at Dana Point Harbor. Tonight is the first time they’ve ever done it so we weren’t sure what would happen. The generator lasted the whole time, so that was good. The boat was outfitted with bows and a white Christmas tree up the mast. I steered the boat for the last half of the parade and it was friggin’ cold out.

The parade is over four nights on two weekends. I went the first night, the second night they couldn’t go because of a party, the third night my sister went and the engine broke before they got in the parade, and the fourth night the engine still wasn’t fixed. After all that it was a good thing I went the first night as it was the only night they were in the parade. About a week later they received a call from Dana Point Harbor saying they had won best dressed crew for the parade. ??? After having only been in the parade once you could imagine how funny that would be. Even funnier as none of us were dressed up. So they go down to the harbor to see what the deal was and of course there was a mistake. The Simpsons had actually won and they felt so bad about the mistake they gave my parents two whale watching tickets. So really they did win something.

Peter Gabriel at the Staples Center. 16 years between shows is way to long. Last time was at the L.A. Forum in 1986 on the “So” tour. During “Growing Up” a Zorb [LINK] was lowered to the ground, Peter was underground and came up underneath it and into its center. Then he wheeled it out on the circular stage and ran around the stage while singing. He didn’t have any water in his Zorb, and I didn’t have 15,000 people cheering me on [LINK]. No one in this band has any hair left. Setlist for tonight: Here Comes The Flood – Darkness – Red Rain – Secret World – Shock The Monkey – Sky Blue – Downside Up – The Barry Williams Show – More Than This – Mercy Street – Digging In The Dirt – Growing Up – Animal Nation – Solsbury Hill – Sledgehammer – Signal To Noise. Encores 1: In Your Eyes. Encore 2: Family Snapshot – Father Son. Saw Brooke Shields too. Speaking of which, I saw Tommy Lee this week and the little dancing midget guy from “Twin Peaks”.

Out of the blue New Line called me and said they were having a cast and crew screening for The Two Towers and got my name from Weta. Um, ok, cool, I’ll be there. “Man I could sell my guest ticket for a bundle”, was my first thought. The Academy gets all freaked out when you break out a camera. The guard wanted assurances that I wasn’t going to publish the image in any way. Does this count? Here I am doing my best “Lord of the Dance” stance with the big Oscar. Check out those blue flame shoes. Another uncomfortable dork pose.

For Thanksgiving I went to my Aunt and Uncle’s. That’s not my Aunt or my Uncle below, but it is “Nero von der something german yadda yadda yadda…” My cousin breeds top of the line Shepherds, and was taking care of a friend’s while he was away on business. He’s the number one Schutzhund in the United States and is worth over $150,000 dollars! Holy Crap man! 150K!! Ever petted a $150,000 dollar dog? I have. That’s nuts.

Two days after getting home from New Zealand, Imageworks called and said they were having a 10th Anniversary/Spider-Man/Stuart Little 2 Wrap Party. It was the closest thing they were going to have to a wrap party for those films. Only 6 months late. Almost no one that currently works at Sony was actually there. The party was mainly comprised of former employees, or those that they’re recruiting or recently hired. Got a hat, a pen, and a copy of “Variety” that told us how great “Imageworks” is after 10 years.

Back in Wellington and my last day before heading home. A group of us headed up to Paraparaumu to do some quadbiking. The day would end tragically, but it would be the funnest thing I do in my whole time in Wellington. It had poured rain the day before and during a break in the weather today we had an awesome ride through the forests, hills, rivers, and roads. We weren’t stuck in mud nearly as much as the pictures show. It’s just he only time I could get the camera out while we took turns going through the deep spots. During my turn through this part of the trip I got stuck and tried to unlodge my bike. As I was doing this my camera flipped out of my front pocket and it plopped itself into the mud. I jumped off the bike and eventually found it stuck under the wheel. I pounced on it and quickly pulled the memory card out of it. Hopefully I had saved the card from any damage, but I wouldn’t find out until I could check it later. Two years and thousands of photos later, here’s the last photo my camera ever took. Mud’s a bitch. So long New Zealand, eater of cameras.

I touched it. She photographed it. The day out on the barrier reef was spectacular. It’s quite a bit larger than it looks and it was one of three seen during the day. One of the cooler things I’ve ever seen in the ocean.

I ran out of time last year to go to these lava tubes, and I almost balked at it again this year, but we made it out there. 3 hour drive out, two hour tour, three hour drive back. Plus or minus a few hours somehow. So, like 200,000 years ago a volcano erupted, then lava flowed down a creek bed, the lava cooled, the tubes emptied out, parts of it collapsed, vegetation grew back, people inhabited Australia, brochures were printed up, a van picked us up, I shot this photo, and that’s the history of the lava tubes. The cicada’s were huge and so deafeningly loud they kind of made me dizzy after awhile. You could barely hear the guide talking. On the way home I asked the driver if we could stop and check out some of the termite mounds that were all over the place. We passed thousands and thousands of these things.

Zoos are much easier to see animals at so we went and checked out Wild World. My second time going there because I like to feed the slobbery kangaroos. We walked into the aviary and they were feeding the Lorikeets. What a racket. Flying here, flying there, dive bombing your head, noisy buggers. A little brown bird landed on my head. I won the cane toad race and received a koala clippy at the souvenir shop. Eat the toad and die. Or hallucinate. He’s poisonous. Not feeling well… One of the shows had this beautiful white eagle there, and I can’t remember what it was but it was quite tame as it ate meat in front of everybody.

Argh bats!!! Giant flying mammals that will suck the very life blood out of you! Run away! Ok, they’re frugivores, but still. Eh hem, fruit eaters. Pteropus Scapulatus. Wingspans up to 6 feet. Largest bats in the world. Yikes. Rainforests have cool shit.

Friday in Cairns was a day of rest. Only left the apartment once for some food. Watched all 5 channels of TV all day. It’s easy to channel surf with only 5 stations. This morning we got up and caught the train up to Kuranda, Skyrailed it down, and then a trip to Hartley’s Creek Crocodile Farm. Lot’s of croc’s doing croc kind of things. They like to eat and become belts or handbags.

We woke up at 4:00am this morning to catch the sunrise at Uluru. Turned into a bust as the sun never really came out behind the clouds. Jill’s face pretty much says it all. “I got up at what hour for this?” I laughed. We were also headed over to the Olgas. The “other” rocks. Not a lot of people realize there are lots of other rocks, besides Uluru, in the area. We headed over to the Olgas for a morning hike. In some ways they’re more beautiful. Not as sacred to the Aborigines, but that’s their history. We walked through a place called the valley of the winds and to a hilltop between two of the heads. We got out of there just before it started to get hot and stopped at a lookout to view the the whole formation. Next stop, Cairns.

If I have to drag my ass out of bed before the sun rises it better be good. Riding a camel falls under that category. 4:45am to hop on a smelly animal and look at a sun that comes up everyday…? Where do I pay? Ok, so it was really fun and really beautiful. There’s like 200,000 wild camels in Australia or something. Not that we were riding wild camels, but who’d of thought? Uluru, although not brighly lit up, was silouettey. After the ride we grabbed a few camel portraits.

We arrived in Ayer’s Rock/Uluru today on this cool ass plane. It’s painted in aboriginal designs. First on the list was the Sounds of Silence dinner out in the desert. We checked into the hotel and rested a bit before catching the bus out to the “restaurant”. At least that’s what they call it. We watched the sunset and then sat down for dinner and ate barramundi, crocodile, kangaroo, and other assorted critters. It was pretty tasty after a day of travel, and then they blew out all the torches and candles. Then a women came out and gave a star talk under the the biggest dome of stars I’ve ever seen. The tracking telescopes that were set up weren’t quite tracking, but looking at the andromeda galaxy was damn cool. Lot’s of information was thrown out there in a half an hour, but none of it of which I can recall accurately. The Magellanic clouds, The Pleadies, Aurora Australis, etc. Stuff like that. Look ’em up.

On our flight out of Fiji at 3:00AM or something we were greeted by a spectacular sunrise behind the wing of the plane. We had a bit of a layover in Auckland where we slept, then hopped our flight to Sydney. Since we were only going to be in Sydney for a day we hopped a cab down to the harbor and took a cruise. Eiffel Tower, check. Golden Gate Bridge, check. St. Louis Arch, check. Sydney Opera House, check. Yeah yeah, I know, but you can’t help it when you’re here. We took a water taxi around the harbor and got off at the extremely touristy Darling Harbor. For dinner I had some prawns that were so big I think they were actually lobsters. The Gay Games were also going on in Sydney, so the only hotel available was right by the airport. The Hotel Ibis also has a serious problem with the fire alarm going off at some ungodly time in the morning. I did come to the conclusion that if you participated in the Gay Games, you got a medal. I overheard a 5’2 woman at the airport talk about the medal she won with her basketball team! The two guys she was talking to won medals in some track event. One was kinda overweight. Even George’s neighbours in New Zealand won medals for some other event. Ok, the competition was probably lacking, but I heard it was fab-u-lous time for all.