I'm currently in the middle of posting some pictures from my recent vacation on Panoramio, the photo sharing website that I've used for the last 3 years now. First, a few words (there will be more later) on the vacation. My mom flew out here to Vegas on Sunday the 7th of March, and we started driving for the Pacific Northwest on Monday the 8th. Making our way thru the Redwood Forests of Northern California and Oregon, we also stopped in Seattle and Vancouver, British Columbia, and then she flew back home from Seattle on Tuesday the 16th of March. I then continued driving, doing the last 1400 miles in 30 hours, including a 10 hour stop in a nice hotel in Redding, CA that I wish I'd had more time to enjoy. Regardless, I wound up driving 3300 miles over the 10 days I was gone, seeing tons of wonderful things, and having a great time. As I said, there will be more detail about this in later posts.
As for Panoramio, I absolutely love the site. The fact that you can map your photos onto Google Earth is probably what attracted me to the site in the first place. For someone like me who enjoys organizing things, that has a tremendous appeal to me. Over the ensuing 3+ years since I first started posting pictures to it, I've now put up over 600 photos on that site. They've been taken on various vacations over the years. But the fact that you are able to map the photo to the exact location that you took the picture from is the most intersting point for me. You can then go on Google Earth, see your photo placed where you took it, and look at other photos in and around the same area, getting other people's perspectives on the same subject, or looking at things nearby.
Having taken over 600 photos just on this recent vacation, there will be quite a few placed on Google Earth and Panoramio over the coming weeks.
Blog Post Soundtrack; Heart, Blade Runner, Black Sabbath, Queens Of The Stone Age, Budgie, and some of the first period of The New York Rangers hosting The St. Louis Blues (Let's Go Rangers!)
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Walter, Walter Everywhere
I've talked about this before, but there is a large Filipino contingent in my office. One gentleman in particular has a rather thick accent. A really funny guy, everyone in the office likes him, but it can take a few seconds sometimes to understand exactly what he is saying. For instance...
One morning, while casing mail in the office, a rare lull came over our aisle. This is apparently not such a rare occurence when I'm not there; not really sure what to make of that (insert knowing grin here). Regardless, in the midst of all this quiet, suddenly this man starts screaming quite loudly, "Water! Water!" We all stop dead in our tracks. There doesn't appear to be any panic in his behavior, other than the repeatedly loud screaming of "Water!"
In my mind, and I'm sure in the minds of my fellow carriers, (judging by the confused and perplexed looks on their faces) ran the following choices; 1) he ate something really hot and badly needs a drink of water, 2) he spilled some water and needs it cleaned up, 3) he spilled some coffee (which he's done before) and needs water to clean it up, 4) he has somehow injured or burned himself and needs water to soothe or cool the injury, or 5) he's finally reached the breaking point of working too damn long for the Post Office and repeatedly shouting "Water!" is the outward manifestation of it. There may have been other scenarios envisioned by my co-workers, but I didn't have enough time to come up with more than those.
As those options ran thru my mind, we all froze in our tracks wide-eyed and ignorant of what was actually going on, fearful that the slightest movement may detonate something somewhere (logic tends to be abandoned in situations like these). I happened to notice that he was staring past me as he was having his onset of Tourette's syndrome, so I slowly turned to follow his gaze, and instantly let out a "you've got to be kidding" sigh of relief, followed immediately by laughter, as I figured out what the hell all the shouting was about.
Turns out the Filipino gentleman had been preparing a route that was going to be split and carried by a number of different people. One of the people who was going to be carrying a piece of that route was at the other end of the aisle, and this man was desperatley trying to get the attention of WALTER.
I do seem to recall asking at one point, "Does he come with subtitles?"
One morning, while casing mail in the office, a rare lull came over our aisle. This is apparently not such a rare occurence when I'm not there; not really sure what to make of that (insert knowing grin here). Regardless, in the midst of all this quiet, suddenly this man starts screaming quite loudly, "Water! Water!" We all stop dead in our tracks. There doesn't appear to be any panic in his behavior, other than the repeatedly loud screaming of "Water!"
In my mind, and I'm sure in the minds of my fellow carriers, (judging by the confused and perplexed looks on their faces) ran the following choices; 1) he ate something really hot and badly needs a drink of water, 2) he spilled some water and needs it cleaned up, 3) he spilled some coffee (which he's done before) and needs water to clean it up, 4) he has somehow injured or burned himself and needs water to soothe or cool the injury, or 5) he's finally reached the breaking point of working too damn long for the Post Office and repeatedly shouting "Water!" is the outward manifestation of it. There may have been other scenarios envisioned by my co-workers, but I didn't have enough time to come up with more than those.
As those options ran thru my mind, we all froze in our tracks wide-eyed and ignorant of what was actually going on, fearful that the slightest movement may detonate something somewhere (logic tends to be abandoned in situations like these). I happened to notice that he was staring past me as he was having his onset of Tourette's syndrome, so I slowly turned to follow his gaze, and instantly let out a "you've got to be kidding" sigh of relief, followed immediately by laughter, as I figured out what the hell all the shouting was about.
Turns out the Filipino gentleman had been preparing a route that was going to be split and carried by a number of different people. One of the people who was going to be carrying a piece of that route was at the other end of the aisle, and this man was desperatley trying to get the attention of WALTER.
I do seem to recall asking at one point, "Does he come with subtitles?"
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