Chapter 4, Verse 9: Phorth of July

I know what you're thinking Space Travelers, and your right: The world is getting warmer, globally.

Anyways, I went downtown for the Phorth of July. Parking sucked, but I have found that in general, parking in San Diego is a sad thing. After some 30 mildly enjoyable minutes I found a parking spot infront of the Hall of Justice.

"A Hall of Justice, what's that?" you ask. A hall of justice is where numerous super heroes get together after a long day of busting evil-doer ass, a have some beers. They brag about saving the world etc, it's kind of like the Elks lodge, but for people who can fly, breathe fire, and crush cars with their mind.Maybe the Hall of Justice is a sponsor of this years Comic Con! Comic Con for those who don't know is a large travelling convention centered on Americans fascination with comic books. Seen above is one of many downtown advertisements for the convention in San Diego. Such public displays of comic fandom used to be licenced only to the nerdiest of nerds, namely the Trekkies. comic books were at one point in time believed to be a form of childhood fascination. After a few generations of comic book readers, the public has become more comfortable with comics expressing more adult themes. Some modern comics even approach real modern day issues such as the patriot act and human rights related issues. This along with the realization by many that comics are a profitable form of popular media has allowed for cities like San Diego to post large pictures of Iron Man on their light posts, and at the same time not being afraid of the local jocks beating up their city council members. Hell, even famous celebrities such as Snoop Dogg are frequent visitors to Comic Cons.

After successfully navigating downtown, I found my way to the harbor. Once their I boarded the USS Midway. The midway, is now a part of the San Diego Maritime Museum, which includes several historical ships.As I boarded the ship, I saw the biggest display of liberalisming. The poster above displays how this feel-good-every-child-should-have-a-trophy idea has infiltrated our Navy. That stupid whistle boy has his commanding officer saluting him while he does his one trick pony act and blows the whistle as a hard as he can.

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Once, on the behemoth of a ship, the flight deck was a sea of lawn chairs and people. despite the fact that 3000 people were let aboard, it seemed that the ship handled the people with ease; only about half of the flight deck had human traffic on it.Despite the human traffic, the Midway was not allowing giants on the ship. In a great act of defiance, two giants seen below just made out in public outside of the ship. Oh the indecency of it all. Get a room already! A giant room!Feeling for the giants and not knowing how I could help I searched for other causes to adopt. I didn't search for long, a young private came up to me and told me about signing up to be a bone marrow donor.It didn't seem like a bad idea, so I went and talked to these hippies. I filled out a question sheet for them about my health and basic genetic make up. They didn't seem pleased that I had in recent history had anal sex with a man while in Africa while doing intravenous drugs when I was innocently getting my tongue pierced and that cute tattoo to commemorate that time I ate that homeless man. but despite their reluctance, they put me in the data base. They explained that if they took bone marrow from me that they'd take it out of my hip bones. This was their way of dancing around to avoid saying "butt surgery."But our hero, fears no butt surgery, not for America! While I waited for the sun to fall, and the fireworks to start I wandered around the flight deck and examined all the aircraft that were on display. Above you will see me with one of my all time favorites, the F-14 Tomcat. That's right, a Tomcat is actually not a cute Hollywood couple, but instead a deadly killing machine. For the biologists reading, after some lengthy research, it turns out a Tomcat is also a feline.

Happy Phorth of July Space Travelers. I hope that wherever you are, that you are with friends and family. I hope that you had a safe one. Until next time, this is goodbye San Diego. May your Comic Con be the envy of the nerd community. May Snoop Dogg bless your superheroes at the Hall of Justice. I'll miss you, "America's finest city."

Chapter 4, Verse 8: Who is Alias Tanoue?

Space Travelers, the answers is without a doubt I. Yes, I am Alias Tanoue, pronounced (taw-no-way). What do I mean by this? Well in a recent discussion with my grandfather about our lineage, I learned that the foriegn consolate effed up my great grandfather's name upon entry into the states. How you ask? Well, if you are familiar with your own lineage, you might also know that this kind of thing is not that uncommon for immigrants. In the case of my great grandfather, he only knew his surname as two characters.

The first meaning field, more specifically a rice field or cultivated field. It's most common pronunciation being "ta"

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The second character meaning up, above, or top. This character is most commonly pronounced "ue" or "kami."

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The basic meaning of my name is "top of the rice field" both Tanoue and Tagami are pronunciations of the combination of the above characters.

At first I was kind of angry and then as I watched my grandfather's response I saw that it didn't bother him at all; that it was the pronunciation and not the meaning that had been lost. More importantly and returning to the question at hand Space Travelers, "Who is Alias Tanoue?"

Leave your answer as to who is Alias Tanoue in a bumper sticker below!

Chapter 4, Verse 7: Libertarians & Lesbians

Hi Space Travelers, As promised, I shall update you with some news of my travels. My cousin Christa, you remember her right? She took me out last weekend and we partied with her friends.

Night 1:

A birthday get together for Christa's friend (whom I shall rename) Turquoise. But before meeting that group, I went with Christa and another friend (whom I shall rename) Velcro to go eat Afgan food. The resturant was named "Kyber Pass" and was very interesting. I learned that evening that all afgan food has yogurt in it. Say what?

Anyways, after eating we met up with a couple (whom I have renamed) Bananas and Pajamas. Bananas is a doctor. The same docter in fact that got me my much needed drugs to cure my insanity inspiring pain earlier this trip. Bananas' boyfriend Pajamas, a local real estate agent and land lord, was perhaps the most interesting conversationalists that evening. As a stark contrast, Turquious' new boymate (whom I shall rename) Panda was not the talkitive type. This of course may be because Pajamas really just wanted to talk politics all night. Panda said he works for a "think tank" in Washington DC and that lead me to believe his silence was because he may be ultra conservative and Pajamas' radical libertarian thinking. After Panda left, I was left to discuss politics alone with Pajamas, and that's when I learned the difference between us. While both Pajamas and I agreed on most social issues and politics, we simply have different ways we express our ideas for solutions to the problems.

My way: Solutions through common ground and comprimise.

Pajamas way: Solutions through radical change and totally badass politics.

While Pajamas means were unclear, I could tell his heart was in the right place.

Night 2:

On our second evening out, Christa took me to a party at a fancy wine bar called Crush in the Hilcrest area. Crush was filled with lovely mirrors and nothing but blue light. I felt as if I were emersed in a upper crust K-mart resturant. At closer inspection of the decorations, I realized along with Bananas and Pajamas that the napkins holders along with the wine coves were made of simple PVC pipe. Weak sauce. Tonight we were celebrating Bebop's (renamed) completion of her residency, and new status as a MD. Bebop's girlfriend Rocksteady (renamed) was also in attendance.

As a side note, I should mention that the Hilcrest area is a very large gay community in San Diego. In fact it is home to the "Brass Rail," which was the first publicaly gay dance club. The Gay origins of Hilcrest outdate that of even the more famous Castro district in San Fransisco.

On the cocktail menu was the "Hillcrest Iced Tea," being the fan that I am of the Long Island Iced Tea, I had to order it. Allow me to boast for a moment. The HIT is the gayest drink ever. It was delicious. It made the cosmo look like the highschool quaterback in comparison. It was just about the queeniest drink ever, and I loved it. However after that, I returned to the normal regiment of Gin & Tonics.

We left Crush and went to a Gay club in the area: "Mo's." And only now as I type this entry do I find the subtle pun in the title. It was country night at Mo's and there were shirtless cowboys everywhere. What I found ver interesting about Mo's was actually the large hetrosexual presence there. Other than that, I was left wondering what made me feel less in shape: the beach or the gay bar? Bebop and Rocksteady had me purchase all the drinks during the evening because the bartenders mix drinks stronger for young handsome men such as your's truly. Needless to say the drinks were crunkest all night.

As I stood there hypnotized by the linedancing homosexuals, a thought entered my head. Traditionally, country music and country dances such as the two-step where only popularized and endorsed by the more rural and for that matter more hetrosexual cowfolk types. Wouldn't it just be hilarious if the LGBT community hijacked country music and linedancing? Wouldn't it be funny to see all the homophobic cowboys go to a country bar and wander in uncertainty on the dance floor? It worked for disco, It may work for country too.

Well Space Travellers, it's going to be a long day and I've got more stories for you comming soon. Stay tuned, and keep and eye on the side bar for changes as always.

Chapter 4, Verse 6: Hit the Brakes.

Okay Space Travelers, it's been a while since I posted last. I wish I was posting to tell you some super awesome story, but I'm not. Life has kind of slammed on the brakes ever since I left my aunt and uncle's house. I'm currently still at my Grandparent's home and I've got no internets!

Total torture.

I do have some good stories to come. So here is a preview of what is to come when I get more unadulterated internets time.

"Chapter 4, Verse 7: Libertarians & Lesbians"
"Chapter 4, Verse 8: Who is Alias Tanoue?"
"Chapter 4, Verse 9: Phorth of July!"

For fun, leave a bumper sticker with what you fantasize these posts to be about! Until next time, sayonara.

Something Profound... RIGHT NOW!

After flying, we got some wicked good Mexican food, and I discovered the video function! Behold: My cousin Christa, forever immortalized in the interwebnet.

Atagirl... BTW Space Travellers, we're at aver 500 hits! Thanks!

Chapter 4, Verse 5: Cars, Copters, and California Pie.

Hey Space Travelers, here's the scoop! I am going to be hard pressed to beat this adventure, so listen up. My Cousin Christa works for a company that used to be a part of the government and now is privatized. She basically is an investigator and does critical background checks on all sorts of people in the government. If you are receiving a large military promotion in the Navy, or if you are getting a higher grade security clearance of any sort she'll check you out and by the end, she may know whether you have stripes or hearts on your underwear. Anyway, she got this brand new Dodge Charger as a company car, to which I say... dude. Awesome.

This Morning in particular we, being my Aunt and my Cousin and I, were going to go hiking in the Torrey Pines area. However when I woke, I learned that plans had changed and that My uncle Gary's Friend Lyle had offered to take us all on a helicopter ride. This is excellent news to wake up to; news being on par with waking up to find you had superpowers. For me, a pretty big deal.The Helicopter that we would be flying in was a Robinson 44, or R44 for short. A small personal aircraft with seating for 4 people. When we arrived and I first saw the helicopter, I was irrationally excited. Honestly, it was a struggle to contain myself. The worst part was that I had to just look at it for so long. As you can see above, the morning fog had yet to burn off and visibility was low. We were grounded for some time.Today I would be riding shotgun. I'm not sure if it's still called shotgun in aircraft, but what is known is how awesome it felt to be up near the controls. I should tell you about Lyle. Lyle is a retired Electrical Engineer. He worked many years for several companies in the aerospace industry, the most recognizable being General Dynamics. He also worked on the Voyager space probe, so needless to say, this guy has done and seen some really amazing things in his life time. Today he was treating us to the helicopter ride because he loves any excuse to fly and he wanted to show me, and aspiring young aerospace engineer, a fun time. I hope I will be able to offer this kind of experience to someone like me in my later years.

Now that the fog had gone away, we did all final checks and took off. Our first destination was the beach. We flew low and the surfers almost always waved at us. From the air you can see all sorts of fish under the water that you would never be able to see from the shore. Most notable was the gigantic school of leopard sharks near La Jolla shores. We few over the seal beach too. You can see many of the seals just lying down in the sun. As we flew inland, we came across a large dam. What might not be terribly obvious is that this dam is actually located at a really high elevation. The water does not naturally arrive here from run-off, it is actually pumped up to it.Aviator sun glasses actually make aircraft fly better, who knew? I may be one of a very limited population who has taken a my-space-at-arms-length-self-portrait-with-your-own-camera-shot from the cockpit of a helicopter. Hardly relevant I know, but then again, what is these days?

Hey Space Travelers, here's the useless thing I photographed for the post today! This is the Governator's house in San Diego county! It's best described as fucking redundantly huge! Out of frame is the hot tub, which is on the other side of the mountain this is built on top. The noteworthy thing about the hot tub is that there is a 30ft water slide into it. Can you imagine the potential?Eat some soap Space Travelers, and while your at it clean behind your ears! We flew up a mountain later and got something to eat. No, I didn't eat soap. I got baked goods! Baked goods...on a mountain...helicopter ride...you dig? Is this setting in yet?The mountain had really funny cars. JFK would have kicked this cars ass in a machine fight!
After retrieving our mountain prize we flew back over great metropolitan San Diego and guess what? We saw our house from up high! Johnny Freedom Car must have heard the helicopter and came running outside! My uncle was elated to see the overhead photo of the neighborhood because his pool was the cleanest. This reminded me of my own father and how he has become strangely obsessed with our lawn since moving to the suburbs. Honestly, I think moving the lawn is the way suburbanites exercise their aggression or competitive nature towards each other. Vicious devils.All jokes aside, it was an awesome day, and perhaps the biggest adventure thus far in my journey. I am so fortunate to constantly meet so many extraordinary people in my lives (I'm already on my 3rd by my count). Days like today make me excited for the future.

Post Script Space Travelers - I learned my camera can do some video, so I may be able to put some video up soon, assuming ti doesn't just drain my batteries.

Chapter 4, Verse 4: Midway Home

Salutations Space Travelers! I'm a bit behind in my posts I know, but I've had lots on my schedule.

Right now in San Diego, they have what they call "June Gloom." Before the emo kids stick a flag in the ground and claim SD for the nation of Sadness Forever, I should tell you that "June Gloom" is really not that bad when compared to the mind-altering heat and humidity of the Midwest. Humorously enough though, my Aunt keeps apologizing for the weather.My Uncle was really excited when I told him, that I'd go kayaking with him in the bay, so we woke up unnaturally early and drove to Coronado Island. We put the boat in on the bay side of the island, and at that time, the fog still had yet to burn off.At first we paddled around the sheltered side of the island, but then we crossed over to the city side and maneuvered about the Maritime Museum. Above you will note your favorite Space traveller in awe of the famous USS Midway, which is mothballed here in the the San Diego Bay. It has been converted into a museum since it was decommissioned in 1992, but more about that later.I wanted to stick around the Midway longer, but it was awkward. Their were giants making out on shore.The "Star of India" is a old ship here in the bay. It is actually fully functional, and once a year, they sail it, to keep it certified. Barely out of frame on the left is another ship. The ship that you can't see very well is actually owned by Fox studios, and is the ship from "Master and Commander." I decided that I would claim both boats for the Ninjas of the world, just to enrage the Pirates that are land locked. Also out of frame is a old Russian Submarine that is being repaired and turned into a museum. I claimed that one too, but for other reasons.My Uncle took me under several piers in the kayak. I played it cool, but secretly I am terrified of anything I see underwater. The notion of tipping the kayak while under these creepy piers made me sweat pure terror. Every time we would pass a old wooden pillar under the water, I would imagine every type of horrifying creature crawling up it with malicous intent for yours truly. Magnificently creepy says me.Later after the bay, I connected with my long time San Diego friend Drew. Drew and I were introduced as children by my Aunt and his Mother. Every time I come out to San Diego, I connect with Drew, and we hang out. Today, we went to a Padres baseball game.A padre, for those who don't know is a friar. San Diego is home to several missions that predate the city. they were built by the Spanish in early colonial times. I learned a few things about the padres mascot.

1) He sometimes wears a Pope costume, complete with hat.

2) No matter what direction the mascot is facing, the eyes seem to look at you.

3) Mascots are creepier than underwater spooks.

I thought that he was going to start pulling children into the field and start baptizing them with Powerade. I stayed clear of the wall during batting practice.It was a day game, and the sun was wicked intense. By the 5th inning the shade had finally blessed us. Being that I went to my first professional baseball game last summer, I now have seen two stadiums: Busch Stadium ("Baseball Heaven") and PetCo Park. Not that I'm really into sports but I'm going to comfortably say that the Cardinals have a MUCH better stadium.

I begrudgingly report however that I am slowly becoming a fan of a sport. I know. I'm betraying all that is being a nerd, but going to a baseball game is enjoyable on many levels. It's a interesting place where people interact. It's very exciting and wherever I end up post grad, I hope they have a baseball team. My apologies.Like any downtown stadium, as you leave you are immersed in the oddest of characters. Seeing the man above, I had to remember that JFK doesn't actually eat bicyclists for energy, that JFK like 87 octane unleaded fuel.

I was however inspired to join Drew on his 4th of July plans. As we were leaving the downtown area we stopped and bought tickets for a 4th of July celebration on the USS Midway. I found it to be a delightful coincidence that I had been to the ship twice in one day and it seemed like a very unique opportunity to take advantage of. The coolest thing about the event is that I will be on the actual flight deck of the Midway during the fireworks and I'll get the chance to touch several Naval Aircraft that are on display there. Too cool right?

Well Space travellers, It's been a long day, and I still have another day's post to get you all caught up on my adventures. Stay strong, and wash your hands frequently.

Chapter 4, Verse 3: The California Sunset

Sorry for the tardiness on post as of late. I've been thinking about what to share. I have a few stories, but I thought I'd start spreading out my information a little more. I've been on many small sorties lately. I've found great pleasure in my independence and grabbing the keys to my car and getting "lost" seems to be a favorite pass time, specifically if that involves going to the beach and just wandering.
As I wrote this in the sand I was approached by a young boy. Naturally I thought he was curious about what I was writing and stepped aside. Judging by the boy's age, I would guess he had some reading ability and was excited to practice his skills. However, as I moved to give the youth a better view of my scribe, the boy simply told me in a voice that a child talks about his favorite toy that he had peed in the ocean. Shortly after we parted company.
As it turns out after several days of beach going, i had found that the cheapest activity on the beach was to simply walk on it, which I enjoyed. I realize now that because I am someone who enjoys long walks on the beach, I have increased my stock. I am now more attractive to about 99.99% of the worlds population.

the 0.01% of course representing the computer scientists.

As my trip continues, my thoughts have started to return to what comes next. I find that SoCal life style makes me dream of what can happen in the future, but the problem is that I can't dream of the future, without thinking about the future as a product of my past. This has caused me great anxiety.
However times like the above, make me feel at peace. I feel that some day my life may return to a pace where I can take friends and family to eat cake on the cliffs and watch that golden globe extinguish in the sea.
I know that where ever I go, there will still be boats exploding out of buildings; that life can continue as normal; that I don't need to be so anxious about the future.

But despite all the comforts of this trip, I still feel haunted by what is to come. My career which is yet to start seems to be so important. This honestly kind of pisses me off. I never wanted to have to be so concerned, but with my grades and no professional engineering experience, I just don't know what is going to happen to me. I wish (and I hate wishing) that I could have some security. I wish that I simply knew that I'd be employed come next May, so that I could take my final year at school and be more of myself.

I feel like the sunset is coming on my college life, and as I enter my twilight hour in Rolla, I want to be able to enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed these beautiful sunsets.

So as I enjoy my wine, I share with you the lyrics which have haunted my mind ever since I first heard them.

They took your life apart, and called you failure's art, but they were wrong though, and they won't know, until tomorrow.
~Elliott Smith - "Tomorrow, Tomorrow"

So here's to tomorrow. Cheers.

Chapter 4, Verse 2: Drugs are Awesome!

So my ear hole went on the warpath today. I was awoke by the unearthly throbbing pain that was my left ear. I know I've reported that it was getting better space travelers, but listen hear (<--good pun, no?) when ears attack, we lose. I'm talking unreal pain. the kind of pain that interrupts sentences, and talks during the movies. How rude.I tried many methods to cure the pain. The first, passive aggressive: Ignore the pain. Next, I tried to use positive reenforcement, and focus on those moments when the pain was not so bad. At one point acceptance: I simply reminded myself that eventually the pain would go away, I'd just lose my hearing. I walked around imagining being def in one ear. I imagined a life holding my phone to only my right side.
As none of these methods worked, I began to lose hope. The self medication of ear drops for swimmer's ear and a 600mg Ibuprofen every 6 hours just wasn't cutting it. I tried to sleep but I was awoken. As I lay twisted in pain on my bed; prisoner to each stab that was the pain, I looked on the dresser and there was the house cat, Daisy (a male cat...) lounging.

My motions on the bed as I rolled around must have reminded the cat of what other cats look like rolling around. Occasionally, I'd let out a small moan. I'd look to see if the cat showed any sympathy for me, but Daisy only laid in wait. His expression as if to say: "pet me."

After what seemed hours of nonstop agony, the small hurdles that was the weekend and me not having health insurance seemed trivial. Fortunate for me, my cousin Krista had a doctor friend who was able to get me some prescription medicine. I'll be on antibiotics for the next few days which means no swimming; sad panda, Chi.

As I go to sleep tonight, I wonder if I'll need my alarm clock or if'll be awoke by the pain again. It will be a game; a sport. I hates sports. anyway, goodnight space travellers, I hope all your ears feel good. Love them. Love your ears. Listen to them... only.

Chapter 4, Verse 1: Bloodlines

Yesterday I went to see my grandfather in his residence. He currently is staying at the Villa la Mesa, a small home for about 20 residents. It's a nice place and they even have a cat running around. The cat's name is Felix.
Yes, my Grandpa has a black eye. This is because my aunt threw a ball at him. No it didn't hit his face, but in some spectacular display my Grandfather jumped out of his Wheel chair and tried to catch the ball. This ultimately resulted in him falling down.
When we arrived at the home, Qui Qui was there. Qui Qui is my older brother; a body piercer in Springfield, MO. As you can tell by his look, Qui Qui is thrilled to have his photo taken.
Meet Irene, see lives in suite 11. My Grandfather lives in suite 12. She is a sweet woman, and she told my mother that she would be his friend. It was very kind of her.

Above is picture of my Grandfather's dresser. On the left there is a photo of my grandparents wedding, and on the right, a picture from their 65th anniversary. This summer would have been their 70th together, but after a long few months after injury, my grandmother passed recently.

It may be of importance to some space travelers to know a little more about my family. I as many of you know am half Japanese. I may have also told you I am half Scot, which in recent history, I learned is not completely accurate. With My grandmother's passing, many details about my family have arose.

The first that I find most interesting is that I have had family on this continent since circa 1630. apparently I have a bloodline to the Bakers, and early colonial family that helped establish the Massachusetts Colony, and build it's fort. Apparently my grandmother never threw anything away and one of the items in her possession was letters from and old relative trying to investigate if our family had inherited land. The letters were some 50 years old, and the end result was that, no, we did not. The investigation did however discover the said connection to the Bakers.

The next interesting thing is that many of the artifacts suggested that perhaps three of the four original immigrants on my mother's side were indentured servants. I learned that I have a lot of British blood, as well as French too.

I did not know my Grandmother well. I have lived in Missouri my entire life and for the time we had together it may not have equaled an entire year over the 24 years we shared on this planet. It is hard to learn so much about a person after death, because you can never ask questions. What I do know is this, had we known each other better, I think we would have both shared a great passion for family history.

This photo is from my grandmother's High school graduation, circa 1935. She was very beautiful.

Madeline Kerr, 1918 - 2007

Chapter 3: Negitive Altitude, Radiators, and The Border Patrol

Being that I had many days of rough exercise, I choose to sleep in a little today before hitting the road. sleeping in was no problem as Chapter 4 is one for the shortest in my entire trip. I only had a 370 mile drive today. Starting in Phoenix, at an altitude of about 1000 ft I proceeded south down a barren stretch known as HWY 85. Along the drive I saw a prison in the middle of the dessert and was reminded of the movie "Cool Hand Luke."

Once I got to Yuma, I was below sea level and of all things to see on the sea floor I saw airplanes! I love airplanes. Said little creatures looked like they were tied to the ground. What a shame.
Very shortly after Yuma, I enter a small mountain range. The mountains were really cool, but I knew I'd see better before the day was up.
After the small mountain range, I entered and large area of sand dunes. The photo above shows the tire tracks of local off road vehicles as they climbed the dunes. I could tell JFK wanted to stop, but I knew that getting to San Diego was top priority. that and I told my Pops I wouldn't go off-roading.

The dunes soon faded and I entered the lower mountains in California. Going from what was below sea level earlier in the day, to now what was above 4000ft. And as a special surprise, guess what? Earth propellers! Keep the world spinning California!

The mountains weren't all fun though. The bummer police A.K.A. the border patrol had a checkpoint set up. I had to answer a bunch of questions.

BP: Are you traveling alone?

Chi: Yes.

BP: Who owns all the stuff in the back [of the car]?"

Chi: I do.

BP: You sure?

Chi: Yes.

BP: You have any cocaine or marijuana in there?

Chi: Nope.

BP: You sure?

Chi: Positive.

BP: Where you headed? Are you from in state?

Chi: San Diego, to see family. I'm from Missouri.

BP: Are you a citizen of the USA?

Chi: Blue blooded american sir.

BP: Welcome to California.

Phew... Good thing he didn't ask me if I was traveling with any Afghan black tar heroin. I'd sure be in a pinch. Just as a side note, I wasn't asked to provide any documentation either. May I also bring to your attention, I drive a station wagon. In the back I chose to cover up my belongings with a black blanket. I look pretty suspect, yet no fifth degree? I kinda wish I had picked of an illegal just for sport. I guess I'll save it for the next road trip. Or I can smuggle a Canadian over the border when I'm in Washington.

Take that system! Remember the name! I am Chi, space traveler to the internet bored, and nerd alike. I am the trouble maker on the interstate. I'm so cool I stop at green lights and I'm not sorry!

Well, all shenanigans aside, I made it to my aunt's in San Diego, and I'm enjoying the luxuries of the SoCal life, see above picture of back yard and canyon cabin. My aunt and uncle have the most amazing home. I'll post more photos soon. I have glass of wine with my name on it, goodnight space travelers.