I have a new favorite place to travel to on the weekends, after work.
China Camp State Park, in San Rafael. I discovered this hidden gem on a whim on Memorial Day this year; I intended to go to the beaches along Highway 1 after work, but I left work a little late and didn’t think I had the time to make the drive and enjoy those beaches. I’ve heard of this place from a guest of mine at the spa I work at a a few months back, and only until late last month did I finally bother to see what this guest was talking about. Guess the discovery was better late than never, and what a discovery it was!
This park is almost like going to Muir or Stinson Beach, without having to drive that long winding road of Highway 1. Plus, no worries of coastal fog. (There is an actual beach there, but it was closed on the two times I’ve been there.) A big plus to the park is that it’s not crowded; there aren’t loads of cars parked in the designated parking spots. (Or maybe I’m just there at times when it’s not packed with people, as I’ve gone there in the early evening hours.) If you were to ask me then years ago to check out a state park, I think I would be reluctant to do so; the 19-year-old me then would have preferred the glittering lights of a big city instead. And while I still like going to the city (in this case, SF), I’ve become more appreciative of more serene, quiet, yet picturesque places like state parks.
You know what else is growing on me? 70’s soul and disco music. Actually, I’ve had an affinity for the two for years. The interest waned a little bit when I was getting (back) into the beats of 90s dance/house/rave music five years ago. But having heard bits of today’s, um, “music”, and how fucking fake a lot of it sounds, I’ve become more appreciative of any kind of music where I hear the actual vocals of the singer(s) and musical instruments playing in the background. Little to no electronically-produced melodies and vocals; I get enough of that in the 90s dance music I hear that I’m happy to deal with. In the case of 70s soul, there’s an element of funk and fun that I find in it that appeals to me. I also grew up with this kind of music, albeit being a little hesitant to like at first, since my mom was the one that introduced me to all this stuff, and I was one of those kids that didn’t want to listen to the stuff my parents jammed to. I’m more than proud now to be into the stuff my old folks were into.
(A few bits of 70s soul I enjoy listening to at the moment. Nothing from the mainstream music scene today cannot top these tracks!)
As for 70s disco, some people may detest the campiness of it, but when I listen to disco, it transports my imagination to an era that was more raw, dangerous, yet glamorous. Studio 54, Halston fashion, high heels, bell-bottoms, heavy makeup, the memorable captures of Helmut Newton and Chris Von Wangenheim, sexy fun that cannot be manufactured, that many during that era of disco wanted to be a part of, because that was where the “beautiful people” were.
Those who have followed the wild world of celebrity (even remotely, like me) for the past 10, 15 years or so may notice that “fame” and “celebrity” were different, say, 10 years ago than it is today. I’m starting to think that things in 2004 were better than it is today. Mind you, there were some shitty things in the celebrity game then: most notably, Paris Hilton, who birthed the “profession” of “vapid, famous-from-a-lame-ass-sex-tape no-talent”, and the overhype that was Britney Spears. Yeah, there was also “Bennifer”, that “wardrobe malfunction” at the Super Bowl, and the relationship “woes” of Jennifer Aniston and various reality show bachelorettes, but there was no bigger annoyance than Spears. To this day, I still refuse to refer her by her first name. So much hype that was put on to her, and not only did she NOT live up to it, she didn’t have the backbone to put up with the perils of fame. And yet many in the media still protected her (as I see it) because they didn’t want to look stupid with their fawning over her and their proclamations over her being the “next Madonna” and “mega pop-icon.” Pure garbage. She sucked then, she still sucks (and I refuse to set foot in Vegas until her lip-synching show there is finished), she’s the reason why my girl Christina Aguilera did not get as much media shine as I would have liked to see her get (if you would like a good example of media unfairness, check out the coverage between Spears and Christina during the end of 2003 and first-half of 2004), and there’s not enough money in the world you can throw at me for me to show a little sympathy to her, given some of the stuff I’ve heard of her since then. (Though if you give me $25 mil and Sidney Crosby in the package, I’ll fake that sympathy good for you all.)
Oh, but who knew that ten years later after “Spears this, Spears that…” in the tabloids, that there was someone (actually, some people) much worse and vile (and less talented!) than her?
(Sorry for that; here’s something to soften that blow. It’s ugly, but funny.)
And, by the way, I think I figured out why the SF Giants are slumping badly at home right now. Damn that it was not a silly rumor, but ever since I found out that the Bowels of Hell’s most famous ambassadors went to AT&T Park last year to do, uh, something there (besides taking their fame-whoring tour to SF), their presence alone must have cursed the place! I had a feeling that if the Giants sucked at home this year, I would know why. And now I know what cursed my team. All the more reasons to hate those fucks. Those morans should have set foot at Dodgers Stadium instead!
I’m finding myself getting more into this World Cup soccer fans and wannabes who like latching on to the latest hot thing are checking out. I’m watching it primarily for the fine male flesh on the field. (It’s a shame that Spain’s no longer in the match; I was just starting to like ’em. Their team was quite the eye candy.) I will say the game is a lot like hockey (a sport I’m truly into), and it is interesting to see who will score a goal after 80-something minutes of play and it’s a 0-0 game.
Anyone who cannot walk anywhere without their cell phone in their hands and looking at it all the time is a true slave to their damn cell phone and needs some psychiatric help. Or maybe their cell phones shoved up their asses. Seriously. I can’t walk in a populated public place now without encountering these goddamn cell phone slaves. Even worse (and sad) is seeing young kids doing the same thing. If and when I have children, I will do my damndest to not raise them to be cell phone slaves and tech junkies altogether.
And one more thing before I hit the hay: it’s “stop.” NOT “stahp”, like how some of you try-hards trying to come up with the latest joke fad like to spell it.