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My Kryptonite

Deet Man — Wed, 21 Dec 2005 14:15:01 GMT

Someone that I love told me that my Kryptonite is other peoples pain what is your Kryptonite? I have always told people that this is my theme song ....and it really is..... I'm no superman - Lazlo Bane Out the door just in time Heading down the 405 Gotta meet the new boss by 8 a.m. The phone rings in the car The wife is workin' hard She's running late tonight again Well I know what I've been told, You got to work to feed the soul But I can't do this all on my own No, I know, I'm no Superman I'm no Superman You've got your love online You think you're doing fine But you're just plugged into the wall And that deck of tarot cards Won't get you very far There ain't no hand to break your fall Well I know what I've been told You gotta know just when to fold But I can't do this all on my own No, I know, I'm no Superman I'm no Superman That's right You've crossed the finish line Won the race but lost your mind Was it worth it after all I need you here with me Cause love is all we need Just take a hold of the hand that breaks the fall Well I know what I've been told Gotta break free to break the mold But I can't do this all on my own No I can't do this all on my own I know that I'm no Superman I'm no Superman I'm no Superman Someday we'll be together I'm no Superman Someday Someday we'll be together Someday I'm no Superman

do you remember me?

Deet Man — Wed, 09 Nov 2005 02:14:58 GMT

"If you read this, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you, either way. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog (or don't) and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you."

can you read this?

Deet Man — Fri, 28 Oct 2005 08:22:21 GMT

I bout died laughing

dance

Deet Man — Fri, 28 Oct 2005 08:11:34 GMT

Lifes a dance you learn as you go sometimes you lead sometimes you follow

world series

Deet Man — Fri, 28 Oct 2005 00:33:58 GMT

they only won because of a bad call what ya expect from an Angel fan :P

leaving my mark

Deet Man — Tue, 25 Oct 2005 20:51:33 GMT

http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take here is how I stack up lol :P Grrr ellipsis You scored 38% Sociability and 64% Sophistication! Your life can be difficult because of your insecurities, but you should know that it isn't your fault. YOU didn't ask to be thrown in around thirty times per page in every bodice-ripper on the shelf! Those who overuse you can kiss your . . . you know. You need to learn to hold your head high and glory in your solitude. You really do have excellent, scholarly tastes. You must never forget that your friend, the period, will be there to support you at the end of every sentence where you truly belong, and, if what is left out is as important as what is said, why, then you are as vital as the alphabet!

shaved

Deet Man — Tue, 04 Oct 2005 20:21:59 GMT

does it look better this way?

happy friday

Deet Man — Fri, 30 Sep 2005 14:32:39 GMT

Happy Friday to all my wonderful tribe friends yeah...even YOU!! :)

how odd....

Deet Man — Tue, 13 Sep 2005 03:14:09 GMT

now just how odd is it that a song titled why cant we be friends was sung by a group called WAR I dont know bout you....but I find that odd :)

yeah well....whatever...

Deet Man — Sun, 11 Sep 2005 17:03:42 GMT

sometimes ys just gata say whatever and move on..... I guess the trick is in the timing

can you spell racecar backwards?

Deet Man — Thu, 08 Sep 2005 10:55:30 GMT

well can you?...I doubt it

Independence

Deet Man — Thu, 01 Sep 2005 17:00:24 GMT

I would rather sit on a pumkin and have it all to myself than be on a crowded velvet cushion Henry David Thoreau

Solsbury Hill

Deet Man — Wed, 31 Aug 2005 14:47:22 GMT

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city light Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close, I heard a voice Standing stretching every nerve Had to listen had no choice I did not believe the information (I) just had to trust imagination My heart going boom boom boom "Son," he said "Grab your things, I've come to take you home." To keep in silence I resigned My friends would think I was a nut Turning water into wine Open doors would soon be shut So I went from day to day Tho' my life was in a rut "Till I thought of what I'd say Which connection I should cut I was feeling part of the scenery I walked right out of the machinery My heart going boom boom boom "Hey" he said "Grab your things I've come to take you home." (Back home.) When illusion spin her net I'm never where I want to be And liberty she pirouette When I think that I am free Watched by empty silhouettes Who close their eyes but still can see No one taught them etiquette I will show another me Today I don't need a replacement I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant My heart going boom boom boom "Hey" I said "You can keep my things, they've come to take me home."

St. Augustine on travel

Deet Man — Wed, 31 Aug 2005 13:08:33 GMT

The world is a book, and those who do not travel, read only a page.

William Congreve on a womans anger

Deet Man — Tue, 30 Aug 2005 18:57:54 GMT

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned

I wrote this a long time ago

Deet Man — Mon, 29 Aug 2005 15:58:47 GMT

this was one of my first few hiking trips. I keep telling my self I am going to write more anyway...here is the story... Well on new years day we set off yet again on a hike. It was a crisp Saturday morning that we had intended to start off at 6 am. However a slight malfunction of Jays clothes dryer had us starting more around 8 am. When we first arrived at the 4x4 road that leads to the trail head known as Trabuco Canyon Road we felt quite confidant that my big 4x4 truck would have no problems getting us to the trail head. When we came to a lake that used to be the road with a 4x4 truck stuck in the middle of it with water up to the doors we thought hmmm there has got to be a better way, so we backed up the road a hundred or so feet and sure enough a better and dryer route, and we felt sure that my big 4x4 truck would have no problem crossing. When we came to the first river crossing, still in the truck we couldn’t tell how deep the water was, although we had never seen the water this high, we felt sure my big 4x4 truck would have no problem crossing it. And it didn’t. After a few more water crossings it was like old hat and we just wanted to get to the trail, it was just at that point that we came to the last river crossing right before the trail head. We could tell it was wider at this point and ventured in, when the water splashed over the hood of my truck I am quite sure our eyes must have resembled something more like a couple of fried eggs sunny side up pasted to our faces, we both gasped so much air I think the truck was for an instant void of oxygen. I never took my foot off the accelerator. I am sure Jay had a vision in his mind similar to mine, that of the other 4x4 back in the lake that sat there all alone like an abandoned ship, waiting for someone to come and render aid. As we plowed through the water calculations filled my head, how heavy was my truck? How much tire do I have on the ground below the water? What is the co-efficiency of drag on a wet tire with water rushing past it. The truck moved faster than I could calculate answers. This particular crossing had a drop off of about 6 feet just 10 feet down stream that we both wondered if we were going to be swept off of. Well my big 4x4 went through without one little complaint and we arrived at the trail head. We had our pick of parking spaces due to the fact that no one else wanted to hike to the highest peak in Orange County just after 5 days of record rain fall. Never the less we were ready to get started. As Jay helped me on with my pack he mentioned that my pack felt lighter than usual. In my mind I quickly thought about all that I had in my pack, 4 liters of water, 4 energy bars, 2 sandwiches, a spare pair of socks, pants, shirt, and some long underwear. Not to mention my Leatherman knife, some rope, about 6 emergency blankets, my big first-aid kit and plenty of other stuff. “Nope” I said. “It feels like a ton to me” and we headed off. We were both very glad we had gaiters on when we came to our first stream crossing. The river had rose probably a foot since we were here last week. We had about 10 crossings and each passed easier than the last. After the first few miles we came to the first of 17 switch backs, and at this point I could tell there was something not quite right with my pack. It was making my legs feel very heavy. Jay was climbing the trail like a mad man, and I didn’t want to seem like I was having problems so for the next few miles I toughed it out. I was very pleased when Jay decided he needed a rest. By the time we got within a mile or so of the end of the trail and where the trail breaks off onto a service road called The Main Divide Road that takes you up the last 2,000 feet of elevation to the top of Santiago Peak I could feel the blood pooling in my legs. The pack was hitting my hips just right to allow blood to go down into my legs but not return up very well. So needless to say my legs were feeling like lead spaghetti. It wouldn’t of been so bad just having heavy soft legs, I could of powered through that with too much of a problem. The real hitch was that all the blood stuck in my legs had robed the rest of my body of that ever important energy carrying oxygen. A strong wave of fatigue swept over me, and I knew from this point on, my day was going to be one of misery. We were at 4,000 feet. Almost a mile high, some people start to get altitude sickness at this point. The thought entered my mind “am I suffering from altitude sickness?” I have hiked at twice this altitude before and have never felt even an instant of un assuredness. I still had all my mental faculties, so I dismissed the thought, and figured that I just did a really lousy job of stuffing my pack. One of the amazing things about this hike is that at about every 200 feet of elevation gain the entire environment changes drastically. The last quarter mile is by far the most dramatic change. When you come around a bend into a shady crag you leave behind the scrub brush, sage, and all other ground coverings and trade them in for oak trees that look like they have been fighting for their lives for the last two or three hundred years. Some of them have been struck by lightning and burned from the inside out, while others tower over you in a sort of surreal other worldly storybook existence. This has always been one of the highlights of the hike. And for a moment even my fatigue seemed to lift, however this part of the hike seems to go by at the same speed of the tap of a snooze button, all you have to do is close your eyes and its over. The trail ends onto the top of a wide service road that seems to be in better shape than many roads in downtown Los Angeles, and just about as wide. I checked my watch to see what kind of time we had made. Not to bad at all, we climbed 3,500 feet and walked for six miles in just a few hours. It was now just past 12:00, and if the peak wasn’t covered by clouds we could of said it was easily in site. We started up the road, it was the first time we had been this far up the trail so everything was brand new. It seemed that every 20 steps was punctuated by a “hey look at this”, or “can you believe this view?”. The climb up the road was not however a walk in the park. It only went up, up, and more up. I was in agony, panting, I was so tired I couldn’t even walk in a straight line. “this is crazy” I said to my self, “I am wasting valuable energy walking sideways”. Actually, thinking back, I wasn’t really even walking at all, it was more of a stumble to the left, and then stumble to the right. “I need to rest” I called out to Jay, “lets eat lunch”. I wasn’t hungry at all but it seemed like a great reason to rest for a half an hour. “OK” Jay replies, “lets find a flat spot on the road”. A flat spot he says, here we are walking up the side of a church roof and he wants to find a flat spot, I am dying here and he wants to find a flat spot. “Great idea” I said with a big smile on my face, then I put my head down and watched as my feet somehow kept moving foreword. There are three things that I will never understand about that day: one is how in the world did I do such a lousy job at packing my pack and why didn’t I do something about it, second was that I hadn’t fallen on my face and just tumbled down almost 6,000 feet of mountain, and third was how Jay had ever found a flat spot on a road that simply went straight up and into the clouds. I didn’t fix my pack, I didn’t fall and slide down the mountain, and Jay did find a flat spot. Flat it was, perfect it wasn’t. I am not a gambling man, but I would be willing to bet that our little flat spot had never ever, ever seen the sun. We had noticed when we went around the back side of the mountain that suddenly we could see our breath. Here though on our little flat spot of the mountain it was like walking into a deep freezer. I didn’t care. I undid my pack and it dropped to the ground, I took my chair off, opened it up, set it down, and then slowly lowered myself into it. It felt wonderful, for about three minutes. When I opened my eyes I could see Jay with his arms crossed and kind of huddled up eating his lunch. My eyes then focused on my knees that were knocking each other, and then on my arms that were shivering. Who cares I thought, I’m resting. As I reached over to grab my pack and slid it closer to me so I could dig my lunch out of it I noticed my 3 lower fingers didn’t work. I squeezed my fingers through my gloves, nothing, I couldn’t feel my fingers at all. I looked over at Jay, “are your hands numb?” I muttered. “Yep. Crazy huh” is about all he could get through the scarf that he had wrapped around his face. I had visions of taking off my gloves to find black fingers. I had just been watching on TV the night before, a show of an expedition to some peak that I couldn’t remember. What I could remember though was that on that expedition, just like just about every other one you have ever heard of, no one ever seems to comes back with all of the body parts they left with. I quickly ate my lunch, packed away my trash and shoved my hands into my arm pits to try and bring them back to life. It was no use, they were completely numb. So I had a choice to make, I could sit here and rest for another few minutes and possibly regain some energy, or I could put my pack back on and start moving in an attempt to feel my hands again. I looked over at Jay, he was freezing too. “ya wana get going?” I said. “Yeah, its really cold here” was his reply. “How cold do you think it is?” He asked. I had for some reason forgot to bring my thermometer, but I had been thinking about this. Our last outing to mount Pinos, ended up being in the mid to high 20’s. I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it got that cold in orange county. Yet my hands were numb, how cold does it have to be for body parts to go numb I wondered. “Low 30’s” I said. “Very low” he replied “lets get going”. I helped him on with his pack. Its hard enough putting a pack on by yourself with working hands, let alone frozen hands with thick gloves on. Jay picked up my pack to help me on with it. As he stood there waiting for me to roll myself into my pack he said “yeah, your pack does seem a lot heavier today”. At last, some small sort of vindication. I had felt like I had a Volkswagen on my back all day, and after drinking who knows how much of my water, and eating all my lunch, my pack felt heavy to him too. It was a small victory, but it made me feel a whole lot better. I had wanted to rearrange the contents of my pack in hopes of regaining some blood flow in and out of my legs. But it was just to cold. I could barely work the zipper on my pack let alone re-do the whole thing. So off we went. We hiked up hill again at a slow steady pace. I looked at my watch, 2:00. We had been hiking for six hours now, and it only took about 10 or 15 minutes after lunch for my fatigue to set in again since I hadn’t fixed the problem. The peak was still up in the clouds. We couldn’t tell how close we were, or how far for that matter. Before every hike we pre determine what time it gets dark, today the sun sets at 4:58. We had set a time of 2:30 to turn around. Hiking in the dark is usually not a problem. In fact the last two times we were here we arrived back at the truck by flashlight. But this time was a little different. Crossing those swollen streams at the bottom of the mountain was not something either of us wanted to do after dark. I think Jay was thinking the same thing when he saw me looking at my watch. “How much time do we have left?” he asked. “Two and a half hours” I said. We both were doing math in our heads. It has taken us six and a half hours to get this far, and that leaves us with two and a half hours to make the return trip down hill. “We should probably head back down”. Jay admits sometimes he likes to worry. I guess its good one of us worries, because I hardly ever worry about anything. I plan and prepare well, and if something goes wrong I will address that when it happens. Normally I would of said we had plenty of time, but I was dead tired and ready to put my feet on a down hill slope. So turn around we did. We were both a little disappointed we didn’t make it to the summit. We both however decided there will be longer and warmer days in the spring and summer just for that occasion. About a mile down the road we came upon this loan hiker on his way up the road. “How far to the summit?” he asked. Jay informed him it was another few miles at least. As they talked for a few moments I observed this loan hiker, he was probably in his mid to late 40’s. He was using trekking poles, and had on an expedition weight pair of tights under his hiking shorts. He was wearing a light weight day pack, but the thing that really caught my eye were his gloves. Being that I still had no feeling in my fingers gloves were important to me. But obviously not to important to him. He was wearing of all things thin cotton gloves with two of the fingers cut off on his right hand. Now we have all seen people cut the fingers off of their gloves to give them more dexterity, but this is not the reason he cut the fingers off of his gloves. He himself was missing those two fingers as well. His index finger and his ring finger had both been removed. Where else could my mind go but back to the TV show last night. How did he lose his fingers? Had he too stopped at our flat spot for lunch and lost the feeling in his fingers to the extent of frostbite setting in? I doubt it, but it sure made me think. He continued up the hill and we went down as we parted way. In no time at all we were back at the trail head, and started down the trail through the tall oaks and Douglas Fir trees. Off to the north of the trail is about a 20 foot drop with a stream running down the valley. Now there are some things you expect to see in the mountains, among them are acorns and poison oak. There are other things that take you by surprise. Down by the stream was one of those things. A common guideline to hiking is to try and blend in a bit with the surroundings, that way when someone else comes by hiking you don’t stick out like a sore thumb and ruin their pristine view, best case scenario is they wont even see you at all. However, down this 20 foot drop, sitting by the stream was this woman wearing a light powder blue jump suit and of all things matching back pack. My girlfriend makes me laugh sometimes when she comes home with some new piece of hiking apparel for me and says that she bought it because it matched a certain shirt or something I have. When I saw this woman, I suddenly realized it must be some sort of gender specific gene or chromosome. Men don’t care if their hiking shorts are a different shade of green than their shirt, let alone the color of our back pack. No, this was obviously important to women, and by the looks of it probably most women. I couldn’t help but evaluate this woman in my mind. She had to be new to hiking, just look at her. She was quite heavy and looked to be in very poor physical shape. Her matching back pack was huge and stuffed to the brim with who knows how much junk. She took up 5 feet in every direction of the trail, indeed she was as wide as she was tall. As we walked by she looked up and waved and yelled out how she had just finished her lunch. I politely waved back and wondered how in the world she got so high up the mountain, but never mind that now, we have got to make good time to get to the truck and back out to the paved road before dark. About ten minutes later I yell out to Jay “I wish we could go this fast up hill”, almost in a joke but sort of serious as well. “Boy, your not kidding, sounds like a good goal to me” was the reply I got back. It was kind of what I was thinking as well, but I like to look around too. “How fast are we going?” he asked me. So I took my GPS off my strap where it lives and toggle it to where it tells me all the data about our hike. “Three point seven miles per hour” I yell out, thinking, dang, that’s pretty fast. I fumble for a second trying to get my GPS back onto its little strap on my shoulder strap, but I am walking to fast and cant quite get it, so I stop to attach it. The instant I stop my ears report a sound to my brain, something like a rock slide, but a little more familiar. I turn around to face the powder blue woman who must have been right on my heels. Her face is about as close to mine as it can get, “sorry” I said softly. “That’s ok” she said, and I scooted to the side of the trail as far as I could and motioned her to go by me. “Thank you” she said as she literally squeezed by me. I yelled out to Jay “lets let her pass” and he turned around with the same look of shock that I am sure had to be all over my face as well. Jay and I stood there and watched her go away from us at a blistering pace. Now, Jay has this way of summing up people, quite well I might add, and with just a few words. And his assessment of this lady was right on when the only thing that came out of his mouth was “she’s fast”. There was no need for me to reply, he had said everything in those two short words. Within a few seconds she was gone. I don’t think I will ever forget that powder blue woman, and the lesson she had just taught me. People don’t usually get hurt on the way up a mountain. Its on the way down that’s dangerous. Your traveling at probably twice the speed as on the way up, and that can lead to a quick twisted ankle or a slip. And when we arrived back at the truck I had only twisted my ankle twice, not that bad really. It was right on 5:00 and the sun had just set, we figured we had about a half hour or so of refracted sun light, no problem. We could feel our fingers again and we were sitting on nice soft seats, life was good again. I am always a bit relived to get back to the truck and find it all in one piece, no dents and all four tires. We were home free, or so we thought. A few miles down the 4x4 dirt road that takes us out to the paved road was a red full sized truck spinning its wheels trying to get out of the rocks. I stopped and watched the guy spin his tires for a second. It was very clear very fast that he had no idea what he was doing. It was also dark now and obvious he wasn’t going anywhere without our help. I put my truck in park and got out. The driver of the red truck did the same, and so did his not very happy wife. In the back seat of his truck I could see that he had at least 2 children back there. I told him I was going to move my truck so I could shine my head lights at his back tires. He nodded at me. “I don’t think they speak any English” says Jay as I get back in the truck and move it into position. When my headlights came to rest on the red truck the true problem revealed itself. Somehow this guy had managed to drive over a rock about two feet around and it had wedged itself up under his frame. “How in the world did you do that?” I asked. He spoke some English, and told us that the kids wanted to throw rocks into the river, so he pulled over and parked. I then asked him if he was backing up when he did it, thinking that I could see how maybe if you weren’t paying attention you might some how run over a big rock like that if you didn’t watch your mirror. ‘No” he said “I was going foreword”. First thing I thought of was that this guy was drunk or something. Jay said “this guy is in some trouble”. I replied “he sure is”. I think Jay meant the truck, but I was talking about his wife. One thing for sure was he was going to hear about this for a long time. I was just hoping for his sake that it was his wife’s idea to come out into the middle of no where so the kids could throw rocks into a rushing river. Not likely. We tied a rope around the rock and started to pull it out from under his truck. It took two tries due to the rope slipping off. Its not so easy to tie a rope around a rock wedged under a truck in the rocks we learned. Oh, and by the way, he knew lots of English words, but they were all cuss words. When his truck was freed from its monolith he speed away, I think he might of said thank you to Jay but I’m not real sure. He must have been afraid to stop after he got rolling because he didn’t seem to even look back. Boy, what an adventure we had. A 16 mile hike filled with all kinds of surprises. In retrospect 3 things really stand out to me. One, do a good job of packing your pack, and if its not right, fix it before it makes your hike hate you. Two, if you ever see a powder blue lady, give her some space and let her pass. And third, don’t let your kids throw rocks in the river.

Daa da da da

Deet Man — Sun, 28 Aug 2005 18:03:43 GMT

What she will and what she wont uh huh What she do and what she dont uh huh Daa da da da

John Stuart Mill on evil

Deet Man — Wed, 24 Aug 2005 15:20:18 GMT

A person may cause evil to others not only by his actions but by his inaction, and in either case he is justly accountable to them for the injury

reasons to smile :)

Deet Man — Fri, 19 Aug 2005 19:04:31 GMT

Reasons to Smile Now that food has replaced sex in my life, I can't even get into my own pants. I saw a woman wearing a sweat shirt with "Guess" on it, So I said "Implants?" She hit me. How come we choose from just two people to run for president and 50 for Miss America? A good friend will come and bail you out of jail...but, a true friend will be sitting next to you saying, "Darn...that was fun!" I signed up for an exercise class and was told to wear loose-fitting clothing. If I HAD any loose-fitting clothing, I wouldn't have signed up in the first place! When I was young we used to go "skinny dipping," now I just"chunky dunk." Don't argue with an idiot; people watching may not be able to tell the difference. Wouldn't it be nice if whenever we messed up our life we could simply press 'Ctrl Alt Delete' and start all over? AMEN, AMEN !! Why is it that our children can't read a Bible in school, but they can in prison? Wouldn't you know it... Brain cells come and brain cells go, but FATcells live forever. Why do I have to swear on the Bible in court when the Ten Commandments cannot be displayed in a federal building? Bumper sticker of the year: "If you can read this, thank a teacher -and, since it's in English,thank a soldier !!" I've learned.... That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.

person vs people

Deet Man — Fri, 19 Aug 2005 17:47:31 GMT

I love persons...but many times when persons get together and become people...something goes teribly wrong as a crowd they seem to lose their sense of justice...not knowing right from wrong.....the walmart herd mentality kills me we are mankind...to quote shakespeare "What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! " lets learn to be a person when we are people as well the other day 2 teenaged boys almost killed a homeless man on the corner of 3rd and Hill street they had seen the videos called "bum fights" and beat him within an inch of his life with an aluminum baseball bat..... . .and thats all Ive got to say about that......

George Washington Carver on nature

Deet Man — Fri, 19 Aug 2005 14:23:17 GMT

I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we only will tune in.

Ralph Waldo Emerson on pleasure

Deet Man — Thu, 18 Aug 2005 15:45:58 GMT

Whenever you are sincerely pleased you are nourished

FYI my new name will soon be Deet.

Deet Man — Tue, 16 Aug 2005 18:24:34 GMT

thats all...just changing my name

Plato on poetry

Deet Man — Fri, 12 Aug 2005 09:34:34 GMT

Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history. . . .........Plato

when I was gana go..

Deet Man — Thu, 11 Aug 2005 14:22:36 GMT

When my buddy called and said "hey! I got this great idea!! lets go out to Kern river for the meteor shower" . I thought it was a great idea! I couldnt wait to go!..sure there isnt a lot of hiking in Kern but the view will be stellar. . . Long story short....hes at Kern right now and I am sitting at my desk at work...writing a blog about where I wish I was...bit depressing huh...sigh