Last Monday I found myself unable to cross Alpine Blvd and onto my way across South Grade Road and on up East Victoria to my job site. Instead, my work truck was funneled into a traffic pattern going in a completely different direction that I did not want to go. Forty minutes later I pulled up to my job site. I’m betting most all of you reading this have already had a very familiar experience in the war zone that exists in the very middle of our local economy.
Our local economy is already being impacted by the loss of several businesses in the affected construction zone. These businesses have had to close their doors and have now gone completely out of business as a direct result of the total chaos that is brewing on Alpine Blvd. Now, I attended the community meetings that were held to discuss the impact that the construction would cause, and I remember SDG&E’s politicians promising us that none of this would ever happen. In fact they told us the construction would boost our local economy? Are you now surprised?
The facts are that San Diego Gas and Electric has hired out of state contractors to complete Alpine’s portion of the Sunrise Power Link. Ask yourself the question “Why did they hire out of state contractors when California’s and San Diego’s construction economy is in such shambles?” This company is not our friend but a master of public relations and deception.
The Power Link’s thick, ultra high voltage power cables are being installed just three feet under the feet of our community’s men, women and sadly our young children. Folks, there has never been the proper research by an independent laboratory on the effects of magnetism, effects that are known to exist and are produced around high voltage power conducting cables. These tests should have been completed before the design was even drawn up and the results provided to our representatives and our community.
Our bodies are made up of 90-some percent water. Our flesh is maintained and kept healthy by many bio-chemical processes. These rather weak bio- chemical electric processes are influenced by magnetic fields that are generated around power transmission lines. These magnetic fields will be measurable as soon as SDG&E begins to push huge rivers of electricity through these monstrous transmission cables. These cables are being installed literally just three feet underground where the feet of our children will be walking. So as our citizens begin to feel the effects on their bodies, and they will, my prayer is that someone with the courage to hold the people responsible will do just that!
It does absolutely no good to get angry with the ordinary drones working in the street. So if you are angry about all this and don’t know how to vent off your anger I just might have a solution. Find ways to not use the electricity that flows through SDG&E’s power lines. Think of ways to use less. The only way SDG&E will listen to us is if their profits begin to shrink. The only way to achieve this is to stop using or use less of their power!
One of the best solutions out there is to install photo voltaic or solar electric gathering panels. These systems can be installed on your home’s roof or somewhere else on your property. A “grid tie” system is good but if you can install a standalone system that is even better. You see as the meter turns backward on a “grid tie” system, you don’t get paid any money when your electric meter hits the zero mark. You are simply supplying SDG&E with free energy.
In closing, it is the same principle when it comes to the gasoline in our cars. Look around you as we will be paying $ 5.00 a gallon very, very soon. So find ways to conserve fuel in your cars and trucks too. Join a car pool and make fewer trips down the hill. Stay at home more for a season and watch the prices at the pump drop. Buy cars and trucks that are better at conserving fuel not because of limited resources but just to fight back at these corporate oil and power companies that continue to manipulate, and rob us of our freedom. If the oil companies and power companies won’t lower their prices then let’s force them to make fewer profits by using less gasoline and electrical transmitted power. Is anyone with me?
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
A Mile Every 7 Seconds
So I woke up early today. I'd say 3:00 am its becoming my usual. Today is my day off and I am meeting my friend Kevin Burkhardt at the Palomar airport in Carlsbad, CA. Kevin is a pilot who flies CEO's around the world on small personal jets. Today he is arriving at 8:30 am departing from Denver Colorado.
As I leave my house which is nestled in the hills above Alpine Ca. I looked down at my watch and tried to guess when Kevin was pulling back on the stick in his Lear Jet which would gracefully leave the tires hanging in mid air. Kevin was leaving Colorado and taking off from Denver International Airport. I found out later as I was traveling down my bumpy dirt road on my way to meet him in Carlsbad That he was leaving Denver at the very same moment in real time. It took Kevin 2 hours and 5 min to go over 1000 miles at the speed of 575 miles per hour. I was traveling about 75 miles in traffic which took me about 1 and 1/2 hours.
As I leave my house which is nestled in the hills above Alpine Ca. I looked down at my watch and tried to guess when Kevin was pulling back on the stick in his Lear Jet which would gracefully leave the tires hanging in mid air. Kevin was leaving Colorado and taking off from Denver International Airport. I found out later as I was traveling down my bumpy dirt road on my way to meet him in Carlsbad That he was leaving Denver at the very same moment in real time. It took Kevin 2 hours and 5 min to go over 1000 miles at the speed of 575 miles per hour. I was traveling about 75 miles in traffic which took me about 1 and 1/2 hours.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Hit The Pause Button
Today I found myself walking down through a maze of switchbacks at the KCBQ, KPRZ 1210 studios on my way to find something hot to drink in the break room. I stopped at the corner on KCBQ's studio door while navigating my way through one studio after another. Down the hall past board operators and rooms filled to overflowing with electronic gear stacked floor to ceiling. I stopped and looked into the studio doorway and there inside sitting in front of a mixing board was Noah Dingley. Noah produces The Mark Larson Show and is an on air talent most evenings. Noah was talking with someone via headphones but I was able to hear a faint voice from the mysterious beyond spilling out of Noah's headset. The voice sounded both forceful and familiar. As I am standing there in the doorway eavesdropping on their conversation I hear the voice say "hey looks like "Crocodile Dun De" is standing behind you Noah" The mysterious voice was none other than Mark Larson.
I guess because I was donning my uncrushable, brown felt, Stetson cowboy hat I could have resembled the slender Aussie "Walkabout Man". But the truth of the matter is that my physique more resembles a bloated,giant python after swallowing a small deer whole. As I was watching Mark Larson prepare and record his daily show on KPRZ I could only imagine what it would be like to fill his shoes? Mark is a very tall man I'd say 6' 4" or 6' 5" so filling his shows would be quite an endeavor. Here is a little history as to how I got into the studio.
On my first trip down to the studio, Tom Le Vine, the man with the golden voice, a voice that could charm an angry cobra or calm a famished lioness, gave me a complete tour of the radio station. Here is what I remember about my very first visit. After existing the glass, high speed elevator onto the 23rd floor I was funneled through an MRI imaging machine. After a sharp right turn, across the hallway I was required to pass through the kiosk booth that attaches to the front desk. The security guard asks me for my ID card and to state my name and business. Then I was asked to remove all metal objects from my pockets and made to pass through a metal detector. Then my eyes were scanned to record my unique retinal pattern. After fingerprinting I was given a handy wipe that smelled of fresh crushed lemons. I was then ushered into a small cubical. Now comes the toughest part passing the security check.
So as Tom Le Vine opens the studio door and greets me with his usual wonderful smile. Tom has a smile the Cheshire Cat would be envious of. Can you remember the "Adventures of Alice" and the allusive Cheshire Cat whose grin was literally ear to ear? Mr. Le Vine continues my tour through a maze of walls and twisting corridors. As we navigate another sharp right turn into the operations department we find ourselves face to face with the station's radio transmitter. Standing tall before us with all of its blinking lights, each colored with a different hue from the rainbow is the main transmitter. It is actually consists of two giant rack mounted units complete with an over abundance of dials, meters and knobs. I look in both directions to see if anyone is watching me as the knobs and dials beckon me to randomly touch and turn them. I feel a little like a kid who wants to sample the candy in the candy store! But I resist the temptation. The two units while measuring about 3 feet wide and towering floor to ceiling seems rather small to me to be sending out a radio signal to all of Southern California? But what do I know?
My studio tour now took another turn and continued through many cubicals and other office spaces. Did you know you can tell who is at the top of the pecking order and who has seniority in any given office situation simply by observing who occupies the corner offices. Now the station consumes the entire 23rd floor of the UTC "Golden Yellow Bricked" granite office tower. From their perch high above the Interstate 805 modern transit freeway you can see for miles. The view affords all KPRZ employees a most inspiring view complete with snow capped mountain peaks and the Pacific Ocean to the west.
Looking around I spotted two very large and spacious corner offices. Heather Lloyd, the programing director, has made her home in one of them and the station manager Dave Armstrong has taken ownership of the other! Now you know you can tell allot about a person by the appearance of their office space.The way room is laid out, all objects as well as their placement in the office space can shed light and leaves clues about the employee who works there.
I have never stepped foot into Heather Lloyd's office, I value my life too much and I am not a risk taker. It is immaculate. A King, Queen or any other person of nobility would feel very comfortable living there. The walls are lined with racks and racks of compact disks covers. The air is fresh and clean smelling of fresh cut lavender. Hung completely level on one wall is a poster of Aslund, the great Lion, from the "Chronicles of Narnia". Every carpet fiber is clean, upright and standing at attention as if awaiting the queen's orders. If you were going to write a book on the art of organization you would want to spend many long hours observing the perfection in Heather's office. God Himself would be proud to make claim to it.
Dave Armstrong is the station manager who commands his warriors with a firm but soft voice. Dave wields his power and authority like that of the sorcerer's apprentice. But I think it best for any possible future I might have to avoid disclosing any details about Dave's office. Now on to the other end of the 23rd floor. Tom and I retrace our steps back to the beginning and once there we find a small cubical with walls without windows nestled in a darkened corner. In this dimly lit space we can vaguely make out a tiny office cubical. This postage stamp sized space resembles a humble Hobbits hole. A very comfortable but small closet of a space where the chair bangs against the wall with every visitor.The chair makes another dent in the wall as Tom's guests squeeze into the small space between the desk and the wall. Its like history is recording with each dent in the drywall just how many lives God has touched through Mr. Le Vine's efforts.
This is Tom's humble abode where if you were sitting in his chair you would be looking at one of the most beautiful pictures you had ever seen. This magnificently framed picture complete with a picturesque view of mountains, trees and a stream reminds me of my time spent in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. Tom is a friend of mine. He has many talents and gifts that could have only been gifts from a Higher Power. I don't know for sure but I would put Tom high up in the chain of command at KPRZ. I came to this conclusion not from the appearance or size of his office but rather from the size of his heart. Folks, Tom was not made to take this office space I think he chose it! He let others have the better spaces from which to work from while he was content with this one. So the next time you are in someone's office, stop and hit the pause button. Take the time to look around you and observe. Then ask yourself the following questions. How big is the space? How clean is the floor and what images cling to its walls? You can learn allot about the insides of people by looking at the outsides of their offices.
I guess because I was donning my uncrushable, brown felt, Stetson cowboy hat I could have resembled the slender Aussie "Walkabout Man". But the truth of the matter is that my physique more resembles a bloated,giant python after swallowing a small deer whole. As I was watching Mark Larson prepare and record his daily show on KPRZ I could only imagine what it would be like to fill his shoes? Mark is a very tall man I'd say 6' 4" or 6' 5" so filling his shows would be quite an endeavor. Here is a little history as to how I got into the studio.
On my first trip down to the studio, Tom Le Vine, the man with the golden voice, a voice that could charm an angry cobra or calm a famished lioness, gave me a complete tour of the radio station. Here is what I remember about my very first visit. After existing the glass, high speed elevator onto the 23rd floor I was funneled through an MRI imaging machine. After a sharp right turn, across the hallway I was required to pass through the kiosk booth that attaches to the front desk. The security guard asks me for my ID card and to state my name and business. Then I was asked to remove all metal objects from my pockets and made to pass through a metal detector. Then my eyes were scanned to record my unique retinal pattern. After fingerprinting I was given a handy wipe that smelled of fresh crushed lemons. I was then ushered into a small cubical. Now comes the toughest part passing the security check.
So as Tom Le Vine opens the studio door and greets me with his usual wonderful smile. Tom has a smile the Cheshire Cat would be envious of. Can you remember the "Adventures of Alice" and the allusive Cheshire Cat whose grin was literally ear to ear? Mr. Le Vine continues my tour through a maze of walls and twisting corridors. As we navigate another sharp right turn into the operations department we find ourselves face to face with the station's radio transmitter. Standing tall before us with all of its blinking lights, each colored with a different hue from the rainbow is the main transmitter. It is actually consists of two giant rack mounted units complete with an over abundance of dials, meters and knobs. I look in both directions to see if anyone is watching me as the knobs and dials beckon me to randomly touch and turn them. I feel a little like a kid who wants to sample the candy in the candy store! But I resist the temptation. The two units while measuring about 3 feet wide and towering floor to ceiling seems rather small to me to be sending out a radio signal to all of Southern California? But what do I know?
My studio tour now took another turn and continued through many cubicals and other office spaces. Did you know you can tell who is at the top of the pecking order and who has seniority in any given office situation simply by observing who occupies the corner offices. Now the station consumes the entire 23rd floor of the UTC "Golden Yellow Bricked" granite office tower. From their perch high above the Interstate 805 modern transit freeway you can see for miles. The view affords all KPRZ employees a most inspiring view complete with snow capped mountain peaks and the Pacific Ocean to the west.
Looking around I spotted two very large and spacious corner offices. Heather Lloyd, the programing director, has made her home in one of them and the station manager Dave Armstrong has taken ownership of the other! Now you know you can tell allot about a person by the appearance of their office space.The way room is laid out, all objects as well as their placement in the office space can shed light and leaves clues about the employee who works there.
I have never stepped foot into Heather Lloyd's office, I value my life too much and I am not a risk taker. It is immaculate. A King, Queen or any other person of nobility would feel very comfortable living there. The walls are lined with racks and racks of compact disks covers. The air is fresh and clean smelling of fresh cut lavender. Hung completely level on one wall is a poster of Aslund, the great Lion, from the "Chronicles of Narnia". Every carpet fiber is clean, upright and standing at attention as if awaiting the queen's orders. If you were going to write a book on the art of organization you would want to spend many long hours observing the perfection in Heather's office. God Himself would be proud to make claim to it.
Dave Armstrong is the station manager who commands his warriors with a firm but soft voice. Dave wields his power and authority like that of the sorcerer's apprentice. But I think it best for any possible future I might have to avoid disclosing any details about Dave's office. Now on to the other end of the 23rd floor. Tom and I retrace our steps back to the beginning and once there we find a small cubical with walls without windows nestled in a darkened corner. In this dimly lit space we can vaguely make out a tiny office cubical. This postage stamp sized space resembles a humble Hobbits hole. A very comfortable but small closet of a space where the chair bangs against the wall with every visitor.The chair makes another dent in the wall as Tom's guests squeeze into the small space between the desk and the wall. Its like history is recording with each dent in the drywall just how many lives God has touched through Mr. Le Vine's efforts.
This is Tom's humble abode where if you were sitting in his chair you would be looking at one of the most beautiful pictures you had ever seen. This magnificently framed picture complete with a picturesque view of mountains, trees and a stream reminds me of my time spent in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. Tom is a friend of mine. He has many talents and gifts that could have only been gifts from a Higher Power. I don't know for sure but I would put Tom high up in the chain of command at KPRZ. I came to this conclusion not from the appearance or size of his office but rather from the size of his heart. Folks, Tom was not made to take this office space I think he chose it! He let others have the better spaces from which to work from while he was content with this one. So the next time you are in someone's office, stop and hit the pause button. Take the time to look around you and observe. Then ask yourself the following questions. How big is the space? How clean is the floor and what images cling to its walls? You can learn allot about the insides of people by looking at the outsides of their offices.
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