5/17/2013

Just say No to clothes

WhO  CoNtRoLs tHe fAsHiOn iNdUsTrY?
Take a stroll through a clothes store, a mall, a department store. It looks like plastic surgeons, prostitutes, and strippers are making the choices about what ends up on the sales floor. Could be why retail is having a difficult time making a profit. They are designing clothes for people that get paid to not wear any.
 

5/13/2013

Amgen Tour of California May 13, 2013 as seen from State and Stetson Hemet Calif

It's was great to see the cyclists go by in a flash. 
Hope the Tour of California comes back to the area next year.










Things to put in your glove compartment

I've never put gloves in my glove compartment.  I put stuff I need but never use in the glove compartment.   I could call it the 'need but never use compartment'  but that makes it sound like a psychosis.  It's like when your dog wags it's tail and rhythmically hits something that creates a sound, but no one calls the dog a drummer. 


5/12/2013

Hemet is the New Ellis Island

The New Colossus
by Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"


The New Colossus (modified for the City of Hemet)
 by Emma Lazarus


Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sun parched earth, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged valley that mountains frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of failed social engineering.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
Let us restore the fervor that is our birthright.

5/06/2013

5/03/2013

Jerky Jockey

I wonder how much the Race Track could make putting a saddle on this Jockey and letting people beat him with a stick?

R.I.P. Jeff Hanneman, Guitarist for Slayer By Jon Wiederhorn

http://noisey.vice.com/blog/rip-jeff-hanneman-guitarist-for-slayer His wife Kathy checked him into the Hemet Valley Medical Center near his home, .... “Kathy was with him when he died,”