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Return to Mecca

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The Salton Sea didn't smell of fish sauce at all like I thought it did the first time I got a whiff of it. None of the fish sauce breeze of my childhood which could instantly bring me back to Barrio Nostalgia. The Salton Sea did remind me of the Dead Sea. Not that I have been Dead Sea. I have only imagined the Dead Sea as described in the Holy Bible and the Glorious Koran. I associate the Salton Sea with the Dead Sea because of Mecca. The blooming Palo Verde tree identified by Jill seem to welcome the returning glorious holy shithead pilgrim to  Mecca. A variety of the palo verde tree is Arizona's state tree, so does Wiki say. Jill, the naturalist in the group,  identified the shrub as the honey mesquite. According to the texasbeyondhistory.net, the plant that produces edible fruits called legumes or pods was used in many different ways by Native Americans. It's nutritious pods were highly valued as an important food resource rich in sugars and protein. It's hard wood w...

White Dickhead Flowers at the Wildflowers Loop Trail

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I first encountered blue dicks at the Santa Rosa Plateau in Murrieta about three years ago. Since then, I have always stopped to stare at blue dicks. I wouldn't dare smell them. Today, I saw a white one. And I wouldn't dare call them white dicks either. Not that I am trying to be politically correct as expected from an aspiring San Diego Canyoneer. I would never think of any flower as a white dick.  I returned to the Wildflower Loop trail with my bike after the hike led by Ken Kugel at the Ramona Grasslands Preserve. Elana, Kate, Michael, John and Ken are not really into wild flowers. Blue dicks and white dickheads are to them, one and the same! Mount Woodson blends into the horizon  like a part of the Highland Valley area of Ramona where the Ramona Grasslands Preserve sits. I lean my bike on either a chamise chaparral or a buckwheat foliage. It's one or the other and only a San Diego Canyoneer can tell.  More blue dicks and I still stop and stare at them. Might as well. ...

San Diego Natural History Museum Canyoneers

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"Canyoneers call them wild hyacinths" Jim said as I took delight seeing blue dicks on the trail for the first time this year.  He also referred to horny toads as horned lizards.  I was the only first timer in the hike and Richard Campbell asked if there was anything I was most interested in: plants, flowers, birds, butterflies, scat or anything. I said I would probably be most interested in scat.  First thing I learned about the Canyoneers was that they take nature so seriously, being interested in scats is no joke. The manzanita is scientifically called xylucoccus bicolor.  The chamise, not chemise as verified by Charie, is chamise chaparral  and the buck wheat may look alike but they are two different species. The chamise belongs to rose family and the buckwheat foliage has a pink pollen. Stacy, the plant specialist with an owl tattoo at the back of left limb, added that chamise chaparrals produce two kinds of seeds. One of which lay dormant on the ground unti...

The Glorious Holy Shit at the Getty Museum

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The glorious Holy Shi Tzu returns from a hiatus and resumes to be a traveling mind fucked gnome. The J Paul Getty Museum brings the glorious holy shit back to the fancy glitter of American culture where busts are sculptures or cast representation of great  but dead men and women just like Jesus Christ! Jean Paul Getty was the American Industrialist who founded the Getty Oil Company The bust of Jesus Christ is a tin-glazed earthenware done in  Montelupo, Italy on about 1500. Artist unknown so the sculptor must be the Holy Ghost himself. The bust depicted Jeus Christ while he was being presented to Pontio Pilato or your Pontius Pilate, the Roman prefect who tried Jesus Christ on a kangaroo court.  Ecce Bono...this is your man, Pontius told the people and poor Jesus suffered. He was crowned with thorns but look at his face...it's all dignity and to me, some look of defiance that could have been a mocking look, something nobody told me about in my four years of Catholic educa...