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Following two days at sea, the next step of the voyage was the Falkland Islands. This collection of islands comprises over 12,000km^2 (by comparison, Melbourne is approximately 2,500 km²) with a total population of about 3,500 (by comparison, Melbourne has approximately 5,300,000), nearly all of which reside in the settlement of Stanley. On a per capita basis, the islanders are quite well off, and to describe them as "quite British and a bit conservative" would be something of an understatement. Despite the small population, it does have an excellent museum. With few people and a rugged territory, wildlife is abundant, especially in the form of birds and sea mammals, and is quite notable. Penguins are, of course, a primary attraction, and a visit to nearby Yorke Bay provided the opportunity to encounter King, Gentoo penguins, and Magallanic penguins. The only land mammal that existed on the Falklands, the Falkland Islands wolf or warrah was hunted and poisoned to extinction by shepherds in the 19th century.

No discussion of the Falklands (or Islas Malvinas) can occur without discussion of ownership, especially in the wake of the 1982 war. To put the situation in a nutshell, the islands remained uninhabited until the French established a colony in 1764. The following year, the British established a settlement, but it is questionable whether they were aware of one another. The following year, the French surrendered their claim to Spain. A few years later, the British withdrew from the islands, and by the time of the Napoleonic Wars, the Spanish abandoned their colony and garrison, leaving behind gauchos and fishermen. Later, a German-born Frenchman of Argentine citizenship established an Argentine colony, but the United States turned up with a warship in 1831 and dissolved that government. The following year, the British returned and reasserted their rule. The British have remained ever since, and the Argentinians continue to vigorously assert their claims. At the time of the war, I recall a young girl phoning talk-back radio and saying: "There are two big islands - why don't they have one each?" Such a sharing arrangement, as charming and persuasive as it might be, is challenged by the assertion of right through violence.

Leaving the Falklands meant another two days at sea before landing at Montevideo. This is an opportunity to describe the exceptional culinary experience offered by the cruise. Every day, with breakfast merging into lunch and then dinner, there is a plentiful and diverse buffet of excellent quality, which varies in theme each day (the Christmas Day French lunch was quite an experience). For those who prefer a serviced dinner, several restaurants are also available onboard. If you pay a little extra, you can access even more restaurants of an even higher standard. Coupled with the grand hotel breakfasts of the pre-cruise weeks, I am quite prepared to say that I have never eaten so well for such an extended period of time, and, despite a wonderful gymnasium that overlooks the bow of the ship, I rather suspect I have put on more than a few kilos in the past month. Still, as a once-in-a-lifetime voyage (of which I have at least one or two per year) I have very few regrets with experiencing this culinary indulgence.

Antarctica Voyage

Jan. 3rd, 2026 11:16 am
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The end of 2025 and the first days of 2026 have been spent in Antarctica. The crossing of the notorious Drake Passage was mostly smooth sailing, a "Drake Lake" event. There was the delightful imaginary point where the Pacific, Atlantic, and Southern Oceans meet, and much of the Passage's reputation comes from the Antarctic Convergence where the warmer waters of the former meet the colder waters of the latter, mixed with often strong winds funnelled from South America. The weather is unpredictable, and there's a lot of it, but this is the best and safest time of year to attempt the journey. According to tradition, crossing Cape Horn also entitles one to a particular sailor's tattoo; something I shall attend to on my return. Most of the journey was cool, hovering around zero, overcast and with light snowfall, although one day it did drop to -9C with the wind-chill accounted for.

As for Antarctica itself, we only ventured but a few hundred kilometers along the northern tip of the peninsula, around Anvers Island, through the Gerlache Strait, via the Bransfield Strait, up to Deception Island and the South Shetlands, then King Geoge Island, and ultimately to Elephant Island (named after the seal, not for the Afro-Asiatic Elephantidae family). This is the most populated region of Antarctica, not only humans from the numerous bases of multiple countries scattered among the islands and peninsula proper, but also with playful penguins (chinstrap and gentoo were particularly prevalent), fur seals, and numerous seabirds (albatrosses, petrels, skua, shag, and gulls). The area is especially rich in krill, zooplankton, and phytoplankton from which Earthly life ultimately depends on for food and oxygen. Their presence also resulted in numerous sightings of whales, especially humpback whales, and the occasional orca pod. As far as the humback is concerned, this is the whale capital of the world. We were also visited by staff from the Port Lockroy UK Antarctic Heritage Trust for an informative presentation.

Back in the Passage, and with more than a day open sea voyage ahead of us before reaching Port Stanley in the Falklands (or Islas Malvinas), one final and appropriate Antarctic action was required - to start a game of "Beyond the Mountains of Madness", the famed (at least among a certain crowd) sequel to H.P. Lovecraft's short novel, "At The Mountains of Madness". At sea pastimes aside, visiting Antarctica is the fulfilment of a childhood dream, spurred by Scholastic Books and primary school atlases. The numerous on-board lectures on ecology, geology, history, and the curious sovereignty claims were accessible and informative, although I think they could do with a climatology session! The scenery and wildlife were truly beautiful and grand. I have developed an even greater sense of wonder, concern, and knowledge of the world's coldest, driest, and highest continent with its fragile ecology. If I ever return, and I hope to do so, it will be in a professional capacity.

Back on the Island

Jan. 2nd, 2026 03:44 pm
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My last day in California was spent (shocker) gaming! With my old Thursday night crew.

We got to try out _Seven Wonders Dice_, a brand-new game that I purchased during a brief break on Monday. I'm always looking for more 6-7 player games that are actually good, mainly for familial gatherings. This qualified, though I'm uncertain if it's actually simpler than my standard, _Between Two Cities_, which had been my hope. In any case, fun game that adapts _Seven Wonders_ without just being a copy of it. Dry erase markers will work better than the grease pencils that came with it, but otherwise: no notes.

We also played _Pathfinder ACG_, a long-running hobby for our Thursday night group. I really liked the work Mike Selinker & co. put into PACG 2e, so it's a shame that Paizo cancelled it. We started Curse of the Crimson Throne (the major 2e adventure) before I left, and the group has made slow progress on it since (because they only meet in person about once a month), so it's still going. We played a late chapter 4 scenario on Tuesday that was all fighting, which was not the game at its best, but it was still fun to revisit it.

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Wednesday was our travel day. A direct flight from Oakland to Lihue. Nothing of note. I had found myself not really in the mindset to work when we flew out, so I didn't even try on the way back, other than some editing that C.A. had asked for help with.

I'm ready to start work again on the fifth after what's likely been my longest holiday since we moved (unless you count some of my European trips for Rebooting the Web of Trust, but there was work at the heart of those).

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I always say that New Year's Eve is the worst day of the year on Hawaii.

That's because of the fireworks. Huge amounts of illegal fireworks flood the island and so from sundown until midnight you get a constant cacophony of exploding aerials, earthshaking mortars, and dogs constantly howling in distress at the above. Mango cat is horrified too, and usually spends the night under a chair. (That's why we always make sure we're home by New Year's Eve, despite hating it.)

This year was ... not bad. Maybe worse than a New Year's Eve in Berkeley, but it was 90% legal fireworks (which tend to be pop-pop-pop-pop instead of BOOOOOM!).

It turns out that this can be a really local issue. For our first few years here, we had some car racers living across the street for us, and they set off illegal fireworks for hours, but they moved out a few years ago. But then last year, at both July 4 (often not well-celebrated here because of local hatred of America for stealing the islands from the Hawaiians) and New Year's Eve, there was a huge, illegal gathering at the field also across the street from us. They were constantly firing off aerials and mortars from about 6pm until 4am. I sat up with Mango for a few hours in the middle of the night (him under the chair, me on it).

But I now have to assume that last year's New Year's party, which was really horrible, must have caused the land owners some problems. (And to be honest, I was prepared to cause them problems this year because last year was so bad.) Like, their ability to build houses there might have been threatened or something. (In 6 years they've got as far as putting in 3 or 4 septic tanks, and a big fence that cut off lots of parking for the neighborhood, but no more, but there's clearly a *hope*) I didn't get my hopes up when there was no July 4 party, because see above about hatred of America. But there was no New Year's party either.

So we heard occasional explosions down in the valley below us, and pretty frequent legal fireworks. But it was so much better than every other New Year's here.

I thought at first it might have been less illegal fireworks coming in after a crackdown due to the fireworks tragedy on Oahu last year (six dead including a child, 20 injured, many so bad they had to be sent to the mainland, altogether making it the biggest fireworks tragedy ever on Hawaii: https://www.civilbeat.org/2025/02/death-toll-from-salt-lake-fireworks-explosion-rises-to-6/). But no, other people have spoken about it being bad as ever.

So apparently one or two bad seeds (race car drivers and/or vacant lot owners) can turn an OK night into a terrible night.

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Speaking of last year's fireworks tragedy: there were somewhere around a dozen arrests at the time. As is appropriate, since peoples' irresponsible use of illegal fireworks led to numerous deaths and injuries. A year later, there are no charges however, due to a lack of cooperation from victims [https://www.khon2.com/local-news/no-charges-a-year-after-deadly-aliamanu-illegal-firework-explosion].

This is maybe the the bit of Hawaii culture that has shocked us the most. We've similarly seen families hiding murderers and other people on the run from the law.

And I was shocked by the response to a single-car high-speed fatality yesterday morning, which seems likely to have been caused by drinking and driving given the date, time, and speed. Apologists there were talking about how maybe someone had spied out the victim's work schedule and set an ambush for her. Complete fantasy rather than apportioning responsibility.

Ohana apparently trumps community, to the point where you'll protect family even if it endangers everyone else. (At least for some.)

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Since we've returned: sheer laziness.

K. and I are both very tired, which has led to lazing about, playing games, reading, and napping.

I'm prepared to continue on with that theme for a few more days, and not return to real life until Monday.

I think it'll be a good antidote for a hard year.

(I remember thinking how rested I felt when we got back from our few days in Oahu mid-year, and then we immediately started working on the very stressful rehoming of Elmer in Boston, and it's been non-stop since ... until we got on that plane to California last Monday.)

Hopefully.
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year in review? not so much

Dec. 31st, 2025 09:53 am
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I've been going through my OUT OF CONTROL email and there are so many year in review emails coming from every direction....they share a theme of chaos and decline, which bums me out, but for the moment I'm indoors with hot coffee and doing all right.  It's New Year's Eve and we have a LOT of humans coming over to the house, bringing food for the 6pm potluck and champagne for the 9pm "midnight" toast.  That's right we're in the Pacific timezone but we celebrate at the same time as the east coasters, so that we can keep to our old-fart bedtime schedule of being asleep by 10:30pm.  No point in driving around with all the drunks tonight!! 

This morning I need to go run around and get a bit more champagne and some ice.  Hope the potluck is potlucky enough.  I tell people that I do "real" potlucks which is to say, if everybody brings chips and salsa, that's what's for dinner.

Lately I've been on the river a lot.  We paddled down in the Eugene area on December 23, 24, 25.  It was nice.  No trees, no gifts, none of that consumerist celebration, instead just good food and laughs with friends.  J & B are fast becoming really good friends and it is so nice.

I've had almost no contact with my family, just an occasional phone call to my mom or sis.  They never call me.  They're in Tennessee, and they don't get out much.  My dad's in memory care and is doing OK.  He cannot operate a phone anymore so we took it away and shut down the service.  My mom is housebound in her hoard-laden home with my sister who is the more serious hoarder of the two.  It's horrible to watch and I feel bad for my mother because she would benefit from having a social life, something to do other than watch TV, eat, sleep, eliminate, repeat.  She is lonely.  And sad.  And dying soon, she thinks.  She has really very little reason to live.  My sister is depressed and unhealthy.  I feel guilty.  I want to save them but can't figure out how.  I will be there in February, I hope she lives until then.  I cannot take responsibility for the choices of my whole family, for the outcomes which are what they are.  My own choices cost me enough.  I wish that I'd had a more functional/less dysfunctional family but we are what we are.  I wish that we humans had more free will than we do.

Willard is gone over to Joe's house to help him tarp something.  Then to Powell Butte to go for a hike with his son.  It's my chance to get some stuff done around the house...though I do wait for the tenant downstairs to be awake before I start making noise.  Her bedroom is directly under my office, so I am in the livingroom as I type this.

The Vacation Draws to an End

Dec. 30th, 2025 08:31 am
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We are heading home *tomorrow*!

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I haven't really written about our AirB&B.

Over the last few years I've shuttled back and forth between hotels and AirB&Bs. When I was in Köln for the last Rebooting the Web of Trust workshop, I had a particularly terrible AirB&B (no AC, big-south-facing windows, serious noise pollution from a biergarten downstairs, very tiny), followed by a great hotel in Frankfurt on my last night before I flew back. We'd had a disappointing AirB&B in Berkeley the year before (poor lighting, noise pollution from the other half of the duplex, Ayn Rand books on the shelves). So it was to hotels for a year or two. And that was of particular help when K. was still on her scooter, as most of the AirB&B's had also been handicap inaccessible. However, the Hotel Shattuck Plaza where we stayed was a bit rundown (poor heating, and just not in great shape), so last year we moved back to AirB&Bs again.

We had a very nice AirB&B in Rockridge last year and would have booked it again if it was available. (My experience staying holiday after holiday in Berkeley for five years now is that the same AirB&B is *never* available. Maybe if we made our reservations earlier, but nope.) So this year we found several options again in the Rockridge area and splurged a bit to choose one of the nicer ones. (Probably only $20 or $30 a night more expensive than the other one we were looking at it, and it looked so nice in the pictures that it seemed worth it.)

It's indeed very nicely decorated. Recently redone. Gorgeous bathroom. Large, well-lit living room. Two comfortable places to lounge. Tiny bedroom, but as big as it needs to be (e.g., space to walk around the bed). The neighborhood is also nice. It's the first block where the foothills start to rise up on the east side of Berkeley (or Oakland really, we're just over the border), and that's where the increasingly fancy/expensive houses are. That means it's safer and quieter than places just slightly more low-land.

But the downsides:

First, the owners seem like obsessive paranoids. The lock is what I believe is called a dimple lock: it has side pins rather than the normal pins that would be pushed down by the bottom of your key. The locks tend to be harder to pick because of their overall design, and the keys are also much harder and more expensive to duplicate, which I suspect is the goal.

Likely due to that, the owners only gave us a single key, and yes there are two of us here. Perhaps that's fine for most couples and most other people willing to share a single bed while visiting together, but K. and I have different friends to see and different places to be while we're here. So we have to go through this stupid dance of locking the key in an outside lockbox every time we leave. If we mess up: someone gets locked out in the cold, possibly for hours. (Or someone needs to cut one of their get-togethers short.)

The particular lock they choose also sucks. You have to do another weird dance here, of lifting up the handle before you twist the key around to lock it. You have to do similar on the inside with a knob, and afterward you CAN'T GET OUT unless you first unlock the door, which seems like a fire hazard and that it should be illegal. (Maybe it is.) I have to guess that it was more secure in some way or another, further feeding their paranoia at the risk of our safety.

Also evidence of the weird paranoia: buried in the house rules (not anywhere you'd see before renting, nor even if you just read what they message you when your arrival date is drawing near) is the statement that you have to OK with them anyone coming into the unit other than the registered guests. Not staying the night, just dropping in for coffee or a game. (To which I said: yeah, I think not, and though I considered having people over on Sunday to game, it never became necessary.)

(Frankly, if you're that fearful of what might be getting done to your unit, so you're obscuring keys, putting in unsafe doors, and trying to keep people out, then you probably shouldn't be renting, but I'm also totally unsurprised by the attitude here in the Oakland foothills.)

Second, the unit, which was likely originally a basement and/or storage space for the nice house atop, has SERIOUS noise pollution issues from upstairs. K. took a nap after we got here on Friday, before our play, and she was woken up multiple times by people talking upstairs. Then, while we ate dinner and got ready, we frequently heard the thundering of stuff being moved around upstairs. I had thought it might be a miserable stay, but as far as we can tell there's been no one upstairs since that first day. I have a suspicion that it's a rental too, and was being cleaned on the day we got here, and we got lucky and it's been empty since. But given the annoying noise on the first day, I would never rent this place again, just because you can't expect the rest of the house to be unoccupied when you're staying.

Anyway, that's our AirB&B. We'll probably still be on the AirB&B side of things next year, as the overall experience has been fine, even if that was apparently due to the luck of non-occupancy upstairs.

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Sunday was gaming day #1, with a few members of the old Endgame crew.

Very few members, it turned out, as E.V., who usually sets these things up for me, ended up sick. E.L. and S. and I got together instead, at E.L.'s place out in Concord. (Easy to get to from Rockridge BART!) It was a nice gaming day and we played three games that I do not believe are on BGA, and so we can't usually play when we're online: Railroad Tiles (because I continue to spread the gospel), Machi Koro, and Orléans: Invasion. The last was a particular treat because it's a favorite that I haven't played since 2019.

Orléans is a bag-building game with some pretty neat mechanics, while Invasion! is the co-op version of play. The Endgame crew all like the co-op much more than the original, whereas I'm totally good with either. It's the type of game that's too complex to play with the folks I'm gaming with in Kauai (K., my folks, and new friend M.), which is why I haven't seen it since we left. But maybe K. and I should give the co-op two play a try sometime. (When we have some time. Our three-player game took 2.5 hours, which by my memory is pretty standard for Orléans.)

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Monday was a day of meals & theatre.

I had lunch with C&M. We went for a little walk in the Rockridge area afterward. That's pretty much our typical visit.

K. and I then had dinner with our financial advisor, A., who took over the business a few years ago and has slowly been meeting all of his clients in-person. (We talk via Zoom about three times a year, but that's of course not the same thing.) Apparently, when the business was founded by A's predecessor, all the clients were in the Bay Area, but there's been a gradual exodus since them, with people moving to the East Coast, Hawaii (we're not the only ones), and everywhere in between. A. has been making trips to see some people, but was able to meet with us because of our visit out here. We were apparently among the last people for him to see. (It's been a few years since he took over.) Obviously, we have a business relationship with A., but it's great to have a bit of personal interaction as well.

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Before I write about the theatre, I should note that when I was at the Legion of Honor on Saturday, I not only saw the Manet/Morisot exhibit, but I also visiting with my favorite artwork in the museum's permanent collection. It's a small pointillist painting of the Eiffel Tower by Georges Seurat.

Which is a prelude to the fact that I had no idea that the play we were seeing Monday night, "Sunday in the Park with George", is all about Georges Seurat. And more so, about his painting "A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte" [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Sunday_Afternoon_on_the_Island_of_La_Grande_Jatte] (which is out in Chicago, not at the Legion of Honor).

It wasn't my favorite Sondheim (that's likely Into the Woods, which we saw on Friday). But it was thoughtful and it was an intriguing insight into the world of a post-impressionist painting (though from everything I've seen there wasn't a lot of attention given to historical veracity).

Appropriate for a play about Seurat, it was a pointillist play with a pointillist score and pointillist scenes. In fact, much of the play is spent introducing the various characters in the park (point-point-point-pont), so that we know who they are when they're all rearranged by Seurat into the actual painting (as the points resolve into the painting) as the act-one finale, which I found oddly moving.

I found the two-act structure weirdly similar to Into the Woods. In both plays the main action that's set up at the start of act one comes to a complete conclusion at the end of act one. In Into the Woods, it's the high point of the play, an inversion of the usual plot structure (where we'd instead expect a low point, where everything seems the worst). Maybe the same could be said for Sunday in the Park with George, as Seurat has completed his masterpiece(?), but it's fundamentally a more logistical conclusion. In Sunday in the Park with George, we then jump forward a hundred years to see some of how Seurat has been recognized, and also that his grandson (a made-up character) faces many of the same issues as him. It was a pretty surprising twist for the second half, but I hadn't realized that Seurat died at the very young age of 31, leaving just 7 major works behind (one of which I saw a few days ago, though as I said, it's a pretty small piece, unlike "Sunday Afternoon", which is 2x3m and took more than two years of work).

Overall, I loved the pointillist creation of the painting and also the idea that it embedded these people and their stories forever, so that they were all there 100 years later, when all but the youngest babe had passed on. The personal stories felt weaker to me and the more abstract discussions of art (create what you love, don't be afraid to do something new, etc.) were ... well abstract.

I admire Sondheim's consideration of the question, "How could I make a pointillist musical?" And I admire the fact that he mirrored the two Georges' take on modern-art with a modern-art musical. I'm thrilled to have seen it once. But I wouldn't feel the need to see it again, in part because of the distance that the story created from me overall, but also because I just didn't find the music that memorable. (I see people lauding "Finishing the Hat" and a few others, but none of them ear-wormed for me.)

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Today is our last day. I'll be gaming with some of the folks who used to get together at my house on Thursday nights.

Then K. and I need to pack up, and we're off to the airport in the morning.

Crusin' to the End of the World

Dec. 29th, 2025 11:42 pm
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Leaving the fine city of Buenos Aires, we embarked upon the Sapphire Princess to head to Antarctica. It's an impressive vessel, over 300m in length, over 60m in height, weighing 115K tonnes, and carrying 3.5K crew and passengers. I confess that in the past I have looked down on cruise ships, considering them to be places of vacuous culture whose greatest good is the opportunity to hide away and write a novel. Neither of those positions is incorrect; the place is full of bars and gaudy nightclubs, with multiple light jazz bands playing in various nooks, and with incessant piping of the worst of Christmas songs. But my assessment was also quite incomplete. Being the type of cruise this is, the rather impressive theatrical hall is also home to high-quality, accessible, and entertaining lectures, given multiple times a day by geologists, naturalists, and historians, concerning the Antarctic. The same location also hosts evening performances by singers, musicians, and comedy shows, among others. The most impressive was an Argentine tango dance that cleverly melded the history and representation of the dance into its performance.

Due to a curious turn of events, I ended up presenting at the theatre itself on Christmas Day; the ship required someone to conduct an interdenominational service, and, with a bit of a background in such things, I offered my time. A pre-designed service had already been written; however, I was given the opportunity to add a brief introduction, introduce the readings (carried out by other volunteers), and provide a brief address. I took the opportunity to emphasise the importance of remembering how fortunate everyone present was to be on such a voyage, with the time, money, and health, and how everyone must not forget those who did not have this opportunity. I concluded with a reading from James 2: 14-18, which speaks of the need to feed and clothe all as a priority; "Show me your faith without deeds, and I will show you my faith by my deeds". The message seemed to strike a chord; I am guessing that a number of the congregation have more than a sense of unease and self-awareness to be so privileged on such a journey. I will take this opportunity to, once again, recommend my preferred charity (life-years saved per dollar spent), Effective Altruism.

After Christmas, the ship ventured into Patagonian Tierra del Fuego, the southernmost permanently inhabited region on Earth, a wild place of channels, mountains, a plentiful supply of wind and rain, and an abundance of natural beauty. Our first port was Chilean Punta Arenas in the Straits of Magellan, where we were able to tender for a day ashore. It was a town with some charm, including the Sara Braun cemetery that held the remains of not only author Charles Amherst Milward but also the University of Melbourne's Walter Baldwin Spencer. There was a moment of greater excitement when there was a sudden change of weather on the return tender in the late afternoon, with winds reaching over 100kmh, which was interesting if you were on the top deck of a little lifeboat, as we were. The following day, travelling through the Beagle Channel, we reached Argentinia's Ushuaia, the southernmost city of the world, "fin del mundo", a fairly rough-and-ready place, but also surrounded by astounding glaciers and subpolar forests. The next step is the Drake Passage, notoriously known for the roughest seas in the world, and then Antarctica itself.

To San Francisco! (Again!)

Dec. 28th, 2025 09:29 am
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A few years ago we expanded our days-in-Berkeley (sometimes Oakland) from three to four, mainly to make sure K. had plenty of time to visit with all of her friends. Meanwhile, I do more efficient visiting of friends because I can meet them two or three at a time for gaming. That means that I often end up with a day free in the East Bay. Last year I went and saw _Wicked_, which wasn't available in Kauai's single theatre. Today, I kept trying to offer people my free Saturday, but everything ended up clumped up on Monday instead. So Saturday remained a free day.

I woke up with no plans for the day, other than the thought that I was going to either go to a museum or go for a hike. And I wasn't totally enthused for the hike. Though the rain stopped a few hours after we hit Berkeley on Friday, I'm sure the paths are all various levels of muddy. (I do bring extra shoes with me for that possibility, but would prefer not to end up caked in mud while staying at an Air B&B.)

I'd been thinking about the Oakland Museum, which I hadn't been to for years, and which I was feeling kindly toward because they, much like the Louvre, were recently the victims of a big theft recently [https://museumca.org/press/statement-from-oakland-museum-of-california-on-recent-theft-at-off-site-storage-facility/]. But then I discovered that the Legion of Honor had an exhibit on Manet and Morisot, respectively the "father" of impressionism and the only woman to appear in the Impressionism Exhibitions under her own name. That was a must see, and even though the Legion of Honor is about as far as you can get from us in San Francisco, I was determined to go.

So I headed out and an hour and a half later (after taking the yellow line BART and the 38R MUNI) I found myself climbing the hill to the Legion of Honor.

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The exhibit was amazing. I always read all the text on an exhibit like that, and it painted an amazing picture of Éduoard Manet and Berthe Morisot and their long-term friendship, how he influenced her early work, and how she influenced his later work. The curation was quite good, because it painted them as very human people, much more than you often see at such an exhibit, but probably a necessary requirement when it was talking about not just their artwork, but their friendship (and the fact that Morisot eventually married Éduoard's brother, Eugène, who not only supported her continuing to paint but also managed a lot of her work, altogether unimaginable in the Victorian age, when women weren't even "supposed" to be painters).

And the paintings were of course incredible. The exhibit interweaved the work of the two painters, but often brought them together in similar pieces that really allowed you to compare their two styles: one pair of a seaside summer; one pair of a woman partially dressed in her boudoir; and a four painting sequence of women representing seasons, two done by Morisot (summer and winter), two by Manet (spring and autumn), the set of which had never been exhibited together before. (Incredibly, there's never even been a Manet/Morisot exhibit, even though she was long seen as his protégé, even before newer scholarship suggested that he was influenced by her work in turn.)

And of course I love impressionism, and this was an impressionist exhibit — though Manet is actually on the cusp, as he was a studio painter and a constant reviser, and certainly his older works appear much more traditional. Which may be why, as a whole, I thought Morisot's work was better. She really embraced the movement. (Which makes it more ironic that back in the day Morisot was called a poor-man's Manet.)

Anyway, awesome exhibit. Awesome, beautiful art. Great history.

The store had a book called _Paris in Ruins_ covering much of this ground in greater length that I almost picked up, but I decided I didn't need yet another book in our luggage. So, while I would have loved to give more money to the museum, it went on my Amazon list instead.

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I got to hike too!

I'd been thinking about walking over to Golden Gate Park, which is in the same northwest corner of San Francisco, but I realized that there's actually a path down from the Legion of Honor, through the golf course that pervades that corner of San Francisco, to the Lands End Trail, which runs along the north side of western San Francisco, offering great views of the Golden Gate, the Golden Gate Bridge, and the Marin Headlands. So I hiked down to that.

Yeah, it was slightly muddy, but not enough to coat my shoes, just requiring careful walking. And it was somewhat crowded, something that I don't expect for my hiking trails, but Lands End is clearly a big tourist destination at this point. There's a big hill at about the halfway point, and that took more effort than it would have six years ago, because I'm not regularly walking hills like I used to when I lived in Berkeley.

Overall, a gorgeous hike.

Afterward, I walked down Sea Cliff into the Richmond District and made my yearly pilgrimage to my local bank to pick up some cash. I thought about going out to Golden Gate Park at this point and even started walking there, but decided my legs were getting too worn out, so turned around and hopped back on the 38R to take me back to BART.

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Ah, BART. I got there and it was a weird mess. There were talking about cancelling whole lines in their typical inaudible fashion, so I hopped on the first train I could get, which was a red line, which goes to Richmond (the city, not the district). It wasn't the yellow line that I needed to get home, but the first rule of BART in San Francisco is take-whatever-train-gets-you-to-the-East-Bay if there's a trouble.

So the Red Line train took me to Embarcadero, the last stop in San Francisco, and then it indeed STOPPED.

I looked up bart.gov and got a bit more info: a train was stuck at West Oakland (the first stop on the other side of the Bay), and the red and blue lines under the Bay were both cancelled. There was no mention at all of the yellow line, nor any word on what to do, but pretty soon some partially inaudible announcements said (I think) that the train I was on was being turned around for SFO.

Now I'd looked at some travel times while I was on that 38R bus, and they'd shown me all kinds of weird ways to get home, most of them involving taking an "NL" bus from the transit center. Suddenly, that made sense. So with the train still idling at the station, I got up and went upstairs, to head out of BART and over the transit center, with the hope of getting home *SOMETIME*.

Except that when I tried to exit the station, I discovered my Clipper card was gone. I searched through every pocket at least three times. And it wasn't there.

Though it seemed pretty pointless, I headed back down into the station, hoping that maybe my card had fallen out of my pocket when I sat down on the train, and no one had taken it, and the train would still be there, and the card would still be there.

Yeah, pretty unlikely.

There was indeed still a train idling where we'd been, and I was able to easily locate my seat from the landmarks in the station, and there on the blue seat was nothing ... or so I thought at first and second glance, but eventually after popping in and out of the train a couple of times, and finally determining this was indeed my seat ... I saw there was a blue Clipper card on the blue seat! I'd clearly put it in my back pocket (which I wouldn't have done when we lived here, it would have gone into a wallet or a jacket pocket with a zipper), sat down, and it had slid out.

So, I grabbed my Clipper and got off the train before it headed back to SFO.

But I ended up not exiting the station, because they were FINALLY saying what people should do. They said that the red line train was going to go back to SFO and that a yellow line train would then come in (on the same track! good trick!) and take us across the Bay.

So that happened. Under the Bay we went and to West Oakland and past the stalled-out train at like 1 mph, and finally back to Rockridge where K. and I are staying! Whew.

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Staying in Rockridge has been super-convenient, which is almost certainly what we discovered last year as well. We're right on the BART yellow line, which means that we have straight-through transit to Concord (where I'm going today) and San Francisco.

If we were over in downtown Berkeley instead (where we stayed probably two years ago and maybe three years ago), where we're within a mile of our old house, you have to change trains that aren't timed well to get to Concord, which makes it a big pain in the neck, and you often have to rush from one train to another to get to SF (but not always; as that red line sometimes gets you through).

So it's weird that we're going to be in our long-time city-home, but quite possibly I will never go down to Telegraph Avenue or downtown Berkeley, which were our civic centers when I lived here. (K. is actually down in downtown Berkeley this morning, but it's just not on my itinerary at the moment.)

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Today is gaming with my "Wednesday" group of friends. Tomorrow is lunch and then dinner with different people, then another play in the evening. That's my busy day. Then Tuesday is gaming with my "Thursday" group of friends, who I hosted at my house for many years.

Then, it's back home to our much warmer island. (But the brisk weather has been fine here, as long as we layer before leaving; the pause in the rain is very convenient.)

Four Very Busy Days near the Bay

Dec. 27th, 2025 10:15 am
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As I already wrote, Monday was our travel day, and the only thing that I didn't write about was its annoying end. We arrived in San Jose right on time at 9.30,pm but then had to wait almost an hour for our luggage.

I can't blame Alaskan (Hawaiian) too much, because they had a flight from Honolulu that arrived an hour late, just before us, and they probably had minimal ground crew that time of night and they had to prioritize the late flight over us, but it was still annoying.

I later learned that Alaska has a 20-minute luggage guarantee. You can get a small amount of credit or points if you complain about late luggage. But you had to do it in-person that their baggage office within two hours of either your flight's arrival or your luggage actually showing up (I forget which), which is just crap. Almost no one is going to go beg for a few points or credits while they're either waiting for their very late luggage or after they've *finally* gotten it and just want to go home. So, it's entirely performative (a word that I increasingly use to describe the East Bay now that I've been away from it for six years, though Alaska of course has wider scope). They can make extravagant promises (OK, not very extravagant), and never pay out on them.

But because of the luggage hijinks, we got into San Martin about 11pm, which was even later than the very late time we'd reluctantly agreed too. Poor Bob who picked us up and stayed up past his bedtime!

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Tuesday through mid-Friday were our San Martin days, spent with my mom and Bob and at various times visiting with my brothers (and sister-in-law and niece and nephew).

Oh man, it is so wonderful to just be taken care of for close to four days. Bob and my mom prepared us all our meals and made sure they met our dietary restrictions (which is mainly the annoying no-dairy for me). They also had all the activities planned as usual. So we didn't have to do anything but enjoy company and relax and talk and play games and pet dogs. Nirvana!

Often biking or pickleball or both are scheduled, but Christmas visits tend to be a bit tighter than Thanksgiving visits because of how the days fall, and in addition, it was forecast to rain the entire time we were there. (It did not, though there was some decent downpour one of the nights. Apparently the atmospheric river swung north of us.)

So instead we had visits scheduled. Tuesday my mom scheduled a nice Christmas ham dinner with some friends and my brother J. Wednesday we had our typical shrimp Christmas Eve dinner and my brother R. made it for that. We had our familial Christmas that night, a Christmas Eve tradition for many, but never for us. (But, it fit R's schedule and kept Christmas from being crazy, and meant I got to start reading one of my Christmas books that night!) Then Thursday of course was Christmas, which means we went to Hollister to visit J's family, including niece, nephew, and sister-in-law L.

What that listing of meals and visits doesn't include is the gaming. We played at least a baker's dozen of games from Tuesday through Friday morning, not including kiddie games played with the niblings (and I can remember at least three of those). The Wiedlin family has always been big on gaming. I grew up playing card games like Euchre and Hearts and Golf, but we also had games like Twixt around, and of course I was starting to build up a collection that wasn't _just_ D&D (but was often other games put out by TSR). And so we always bring a couple of favorite games with us when we come. This year it was _Railroad Tiles_, _Cascadia_, and _Between Two Cities_ (the last being one that comes with us pretty much every year because it plays up to seven, but is still pretty small, unlike say my pimped-out Seven Wonders set, which is HEAVY). But my mom has increasingly been playing game with her uke and pickleball groups over the last year! So I think there was even more play than usual, because everyone is in the gaming mindset. Which is great, because in-person gaming has been more sparse since we moved. (Though we're working on that!) And that's how we hit at least 13 games. Everything we brought (with _Railroad Tiles_ being the break-out hit) plus _Harmonies_ (which my mom bought based on my journal entries talking about Kimberly and my's frequent play). We also played a few games that I definitely usually would not: _LCR_ (which probably should be categorized with the kids' games, and which I explained is an "activity", not a "game") and _Rummikub_ (which was simultaneously too random and too thinky for me).

Besides gaming, we also had the pups Joy and Zeke getting lots of attention. And my mom encouraged me to get going on the uke again, as I fell off as the year got hard (c.f. sending Elmer to Boston). My mom found me a few books of fingerstyle (fingerpicking) on the uke, as she knew I'd been enjoying the riffs for _Here Comes the Sun_, and they were terrific. I fooled around with a bunch of classics before finally settling on trying to properly learn _Yesterday_. (Yeah, there's a theme there.) On our last day in San Martin, I was lounging back in my seat, picking at _Yesterday_ again and again while we talked, which was pretty cool. Much more fun than just going off to a private room to practice.

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Ah yes, and Christmas proper. As I said that was over at my brother J's house. L prepared us an absolute feast of deserts, appetizers, and a main meal (though I was pretty light in what I ate because my guts were pretty upset shortly after our arrival).

Everyone else had exchanged presents previously, but the rest of us swapped with J. and family (and mostly with the kids, who absolutely tore through their presents, not even pausing to see what one was before they went on to the next). My niece L. is still as sweet as ever, frequently throwing herself at people for hugs, even K. and me, who she just barely knows since we're a once-a-year sighting. My nephew J. is more obviously quite smart the older he gets, mainly in the way he talks, but also in working on a spatial puzzle-game (_Little Red Riding Hood_) that my mom had got. The two of them were both pretty wild when they were at my mom's house with J. on Tuesday, but they were on their best behavior on Christmas, though as noted the present opening was very frenetic.

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Friday was our last day in San Martin. We had bacon and eggs in the morning (mmmmmmmmm!), then played some games (I think I might have won those two, after my mom being the main winner over most of the holiday). At 1 o'clock we headed northward.

We made in a stop in San Jose to visit with my sister M. and brother-in-law J. and other niece A. They were just returning home from their own Christmas visits and got back about half-an-hour before we came by. Usually we miss them because they're still away, so this was a bit of a surprise. We might have spent more time if we'd known! (But I don't know, as I said, figuring out the logistics of Christmas is always a little tough.)

Then at about 3.30 we landed at our AirB&B in Rockridge.

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We actually had additional plans for the day! A play in San Francisco at 8pm! (I had wrangled us an early check-in to our Air B&B so that we weren't pressed for time, and that worked out great.)

The play was at the San Francisco Playhouse, which neither K. nor I remember at all from when we lived out here. I thought it must have been new, but no it's been around since 2009 or something. I eventually decided that we must have noticed it and decided we didn't need another musical theatre because we were already seeing four musicals a year at the Berkeley Playhouse.

Anyways, it's a neat venue because it's in the Kensington Park Hotel. You go up a flight of stairs to their mezzanine and then up one or two additional flights or stairs and around some corners to get to the theatre. And if you have tickets for the mezzanine of the theatre, that's ANOTHER flight of stairs. It was delightfully maze like (but also a bit much for K's knee).

I wondered what the weird multi-level room where the theatre now is had originally been, with my guess being a ballroom. (I've been in a similar upper story, multi-level ballroom in one of the older hotels in downtown Berkeley, though I can no longer remember which.) It turned out that the Kensington Park Hotel was originally built as an Elk's Lodge! The room we were in had originally been the Elk's meeting hall, but after the Elks started renting out space in their lodge in 1981, it was converted to a 750-seat theatre. It had been cut in half twice since, and now is a 199-seat theatre for the San Francisco Playhouse, which means that original room must have been huge. Besides being neat, it was a nice venue. We had seats in the front row of the mezzanine, and they were great seats (and cheaper than the orchestra would have been).

Oh, the play? That was _Into the Woods_, the first of two Sondheim plays that we expect to see while we're out here (the other being _Sundays in the Park with George_), and the first of three we hope to see in the next few months (as the Kauai Community Players seem fond of Sondheim and are doing _Assassins_ in April).

I've seen the movie and I love the movie, and I loved the play. The interweaving songs are so clever, and even more clever on stage, with interesting staged nuances like days being broken up by people reporting on their lesson learned, which I'm pretty sure wasn't in the movie. The interweaving faerie tales are of course terrific too. All around it's an amazing creative design, and so I'm thrilled to see the original on stage. And there was a reprise of _Agony_ that wasn't in the movie!

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Sitting next to me was a young woman who had clearly never been to a musical before. When she talked to her date at intermission, she said things like "It's hard to understand what they're singing, it's ... lyric" and "You have to know what they're singing to understand the plot" and "The songs are all dialogue heavy." She also didn't like the fact that the play was "too happy."

Well, she got to act II and I heard two "Oh my God!" exclamations at some shocking moments and after that two "What the Fuck!"s after additional shocks (that were not quite as traumatic as the first two: one was when a character thought dead returned and the other was at an inappropriate kiss).

I hope the second act helped her gain an enjoyment/understanding for musicals, but we later saw them go by on the street, and her date was still trying to explain things to her.

(Well, I guess _Into the Woods_ is a slightly twisty, complex, deconstructionist type of play, so it might not be the best first musical. But maybe it is, because it's awesome.)

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The person sitting next to K. was also interesting, but apparently less enjoyable. He apparently elbowed her, kicked her, and constantly burped. And that then there the Tik Tok women he constantly watched before the show and during intermission, dancing in tight, tight clothes.

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In any case, we had a great time, with the only issue being that it was tough to get out of that maze with 197 other people also fighting their way free. But we eventually made it to the street, and we'd already negotiated that we were going to call a ride-share so that we'd get home at 11.30, not midnight.

So we did.

And we did.

And that's been our first four days in the Bay Area, with us just settling into our first night in Berkeley (Oakland, really, we're a few blocks over the border) as this entry ends.

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