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Del Mar Surf Station

There’s a story along with this.

Growing up in Del Mar, when there was a train station, meant that my dad would occasionally announce ‘We’re going to Disney Land tomorrow!’ and that meant I was skipping school and we’d get up at 5am to catch the first train to Anaheim, get in before the park opened, and spend a day of fun. The train was always a wonderful adventure for me. I loved watching everything fly by as we zipped through towns. Solana Beach, Encinitas, all the places I knew in San Diego County, and then North County, and then DISNEY LAND.

When I was a teenager in boarding school, I would take the train home for break, from Santa Barbara to Del Mar. Again, we got up way early to catch the first train down, I’d get home at noon-ish and walk the mile (probably less) from the station to home. As I walked, I’d stop and chat with people I knew, my friends if they were out of school, or just people I’d known my whole life there. Sadly, in the middle of my senior year, the station closed.

The simple fact was back in 1995, Amtrak wanted to introduce the coaster service, which is a commuter train much akin to the Metra in Illinois. The Del Mar station would be great for this, but it had a postage stamp parking lot. Rightly so, Amtrak wanted the bigger parking lot, but the owners of the land where the station was did not agree (for whatever reason). At the time, I recall the town being a little split on it, too, where some people say it as a great way to introduce more revenue to our quiet surf town, and others thought there would be too much traffic for people. Del Mar isn’t exactly super-freeway accessible, after all. In the end, the station moved to Solana Beach.

Just now, I found out Del Mar is agitating to get a stop back. The Del Mar Fairgrounds is where the race track is, it’s also where the flipping county fair is held every summer. Where the old Surf Staion is located wouldn’t be great for that, and the mayor of Mar (Carl Hilliard) said in 2012 that there wouldn’t be a formal request for a new stop until they could build it by the fairgrounds. Personally I like that idea, though there needs to be an easier way to transport people from the fairgrounds to the town, so the restaurants can get more business. Maybe a fleet of Woodys, or trollies. That would be pretty cool.

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California Transportation

BC_x9zGCEAI13iVI think I’m still a bit of an anomaly here in California, in that I still don’t like driving, and I’m fond of public transpiration. I have three ‘Transit’ cards right now: Chicago, LA, and San Francisco. OCTA, the bus system around the OC, doesn’t have that, but they have a 5-ride-pass, which I’ll pick up since they never expire (yay!) and that’s easier than finding $2. By the way, when I moved here in October the price was $1.50. Interesting.

It’s a total accident that I live near public transportation here. My mother picked the place, and I signed paperwork, site unseen, so that it fits my lifestyle so well is hilarious. It’s quiet, it’s got tall ceilings and space, a garage, and the only complaint I have is that my mailbox is in a weird spot.

But I’m weird, in that I do take the bus about once a month. There’s a bus that runs from a block from home to a block from work. That same bus runs to the train station, where I can get a ride to LA. And that’s what I did today.

DreamHost has an office near where I work, but also one in LA where my buddy Shredder works. Today was a day for training, so instead of carpooling I thought I should take the train. In part, this was because the Mrs. needed the car, but also I really hate driving on the LA freeways. Various trip planners said the trip should be about 90 minutes, which isn’t that bad at all, so I hopped on the 8am train to LA Union Station. I could have the bus, but it was easy for me to be dropped off, so hey, it was a 6 minute drive.

The light rail (aka MetroLink) is interesting. I’ve ridden a lot of trains, from Amtrak up and down this state (seriously, from Santa Barbara to Del Mar 4 times a year for three years), to the NYC subway. I spent over a decade on Chicago’s CTA and Metra, and I even made my way around Japan’s disparate system. Talk about wild, Japan’s train system is owned by multiple companies with different train gauges per system.

In that way, it’s similar to the MetroLink, which is not the same company as Amtrak or their Surfliner. That’s all they have in common, though. The MetroLink shares the track with Amtrak (and possibly there’s another rail system that uses it too). Amtrak’s SurfLiner run is, however, $4 more per trip and has fewer trains… But they have more amenities, as I found out taking it back from Anaheim to Solana Beach once.

Train StationThe MetroLink is no-frills, but not cheap either. It’s very much in the mode of all Californian trains I’ve seen, and plasticy. If you’re familiar with the East Coast subway and trains, we go for metal. The CTA is metal walls, sometimes with faux wood. The Metra is metal and padded seats. Everything in California is plastic. Molded and clean plastic, but plastic.

This only reinforced my very first impression of all this, which was “Aww, look, they’re trying to act like public transportation!” Everything was insanely quaint, even the quality of the crazy people (which was about the same ratio of crazy to commuter as you get anywhere else).

All of that aside, it was painless. I got my ticket from a machine, got on, had a human look at my ticket and put a marker at my seat to indicate where I was getting off (yeah, that was weird, weirder was that an LA County sheriff did it on the way back), and the signs were easy to follow all the way from the MetraLink to the LA Subway. That was a nice three-stop jaunt to the LA Office, and off I went to work.

The way back was weirder, since I didn’t actually know the name of the train I wanted. I knew I took the Orange County Line coming in, and that it’s color was orange, but there are LA Metro trains (see there’s this third trainline) and Amtrak at the same station. As it turns out, there were two trains I could have taken home, the orange and the pale-blue, however neither are labeled with their colors but by their final destinations. I ended up taking the orange home, not knowing I could have caught a 10 minute earlier pale-blue, and my train home was 10 minutes late, but still, it was only a 45 minute ride from LA Union Station to home.

Really that’s not bad. Yes, it sucks to take a train to a train, but given the distance commuted, I’m okay with that. Also they’re way more generous about bikes on trains here (like you’re allowed to do that in rush hour). If I had to do something like this once a month, I’d be way less stressed than if I tried to drive in LA traffic, that’s for goddamn sure. According to maps, it’s the same kind of commute my father has from Ageo to Tokyo, so it’s really nothing (including the two or three trains/busses). With a bicycle, I could zip to the station, too!

Random: Google Maps says to drive from LA to Tokyo, I must first drive to Washington State, sail to Hawaii, drive across Hawaii, and then sail to Japan. Okay then.

Happy Poohnau

Too Many Happy Posts

Happy Poohnau

That was an actual complaint from a friend. “You post too happy now.”

Sorry?

The truth is, I am happy. I sleep better, I eat better (and less), I get a little more sun, and I’m enjoying things. I do need to get some bookcases, so we can finish unpacking, but … I’m sorry, I got nothing to complain about except paying off moving costs. So y’know I’m happy. Heck, Obama won last night and I’m delighted. A friend of mine got cast as an extra a guest star on CSI (he’s a huge fan) and I’m so stoked for him. My nephew was christened (Jews In Church! All the Lulz!) and we had a nice party. My bed got here, and I’ve been catching up on sleep.

The only thing I’m ‘behind’ on is WordPress Plugin Reviews. Which is understandable. I’m also behind on watching Tabletop and The Guild, but in part that’s because their RSS feeds are total crap and I have to sign up for all of GeekAndSundry’s posts to see ‘em. For the record: disabling/circumventing the default RSS category feeds in WordPress is crap — if we use RSS, we know how to use it. Oh and I’m not used to TV being an hour later. It’s weird.

Clearly these posts are crap because I’m too happy. I guess I need some random stuff to talk about?

MovingBoxes

Right Back Where I Started From

In 1997, I left college, packed my life up into a duffle bag, a camping backpack, a guitar case, and a trunk, and moved to Chicago. I ended there by happenstance. My old men (Arthur and my Dad) lived there, and I needed a new, safe, place to be. Chicago was a revelation. I’d never lived in a big city before, and everything was amazing. I walked or rollerbladed everywhere, then I started taking the CTA El and then the bus. I met and moved in with my wife, we moved to Lakeview, acquired furniture and pets, moved to Rogers Park, rode bikes, got a car, and now we moved 2100 miles to California.

I know, I keep saying all this over and over, but it’s still amazing to me.

So yes, I’m out here, I’m safe, I’m happy, and I had no furniture for a week. It showed up today. I highly recommend UsedCardboardBoxes.com and National Van Lines by the way. They were a little expensive, but they were good. No. Amazing.

Last Thursday at work I was informed I was giddy. Giddy. Me. And I really was. I was just filled with delight for being here, and working here. I played Table Tennis for 30 minutes (I had a lesson!) and I did okay. Everyone’s been really nice, checking in on me, seeming to be happy I’m here. I didn’t realize how crappy things were until now. I owe Jane for Short a thank you and a ‘You were right.’ She kept telling me I was more miserable than I thought I was. I didn’t realize I was drowning until I got that breath of fresh air.

The week zipped by with joy and ease. I didn’t mind extra work, or even working through lunch, because what I was doing felt productive. Even that guy who made the same mistake four times, and I had to edit his database directly to fix it. Four. Times. Friday DreamHost also did a beach cleanup with Surfrider, a group I raise donations for via JFO.

End of this week, I go to Tybee for work!

Moby Dick

I’m Very November

Moby Dick

Moby Dick (Credit :Penny Arcade)

I’m kinda bittersweet. Or as we midwesterners define that feeling of happy/sad, I’m very November.

Germans usually have good words for this, which they get by mashing up two words into one. The jokes made in a recent “How I Met Your Mother” aside, it’s true that they have a really beautiful and unique way of expressing two things at once. Like umweltverschmutzung (world pollution) or the common schadenfreude, they take two words and make it a new one. I feel like they should have one that explains this in between feeling I have, where I am really happy about what’s coming, a little scared, more nervous, somewhat sad, and very excited.

Some of my friends said I was feeling schadenfreude, but that doesn’t sound right to me. That’s more of a term to be enjoying someone else’s misery, in my experience, and I don’t feel that way at all. I just feel really, really, excited, and a little sad. I can count the meals left with my friends on one hand. I can count the hugs I’m getting from their kids, too. And I will miss them a lot.

I think my friends are feeling mudita, which is a really cool Buddhist word that means they feel joy for me. They’re not jealous or envious, and while they are sad, they’ve seen me grow into someone who can do this. I do know that they’re happy I’m happy, and even though we’re all sad about the parting of physical ways, we’re happy.

I’m still quite whelmed about everything, and yet still keeping up and even with with work and WordPress (mostly, sorry about the meetup Thursday). But I will soon be getting on a plane and flying out to California. And by soon I mean hours from now. Wednesday they picked up my car (it should be there Monday night, we get it back Tuesday).

I guess, in the end, you can call me Ishmael, as I find it high time to get to the sea:

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off- then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

What I will miss (in no order at all):

Friday nights with the Hubbits. For almost 5 years that’s been a constant for us, in rain or snow, we’ve tromped over for Shabbat dinner. Sometimes it’s just eat, hug, and run. Other times we play board games with the kids, tell horrible jokes and puns, or discuss the meaning of the universe. I love them and their kids. I will miss them a lot. I’ll also miss their extended network. So basically if you’ve ever been to their place, you’re included in this.

My family. I have three cousins in-state, Taffy in Ohio, my aunt and uncle in New York, and my other uncle and aunt in Toronto. Nearby enough is now too far. On the other hand, I have my mom a couple hours away in California, plus my step-brother, and my in-laws in Oregon. Just different relatives is all.

WordPress meetups. I love the Chicago WP folks. I will miss once a month hangouts. Also knowing I could pester my ChiWP friends is going to be missed.

My landlord. I cannot express enough how amazing he is. This guy is just awesome and is the very model of what landlords should be. Polite, conscientious, attentive, caring, and respectful. I should be so lucky to have one like him again, but I suspect this was a once in a lifetime chance.

The timezone. So shoot me, I love Central time. TV is an hour earlier, I’m in the middle of the US times so I can talk to West and East coast friends without much effort. The move will make it harder to talk to my WPBFF, Andrea. Yes, that makes me sad.

….

Wow. Is that really it? I’ve lost touch with many friends who’ve moved ahead of me, though not for lack of trying, and it’s not like my email or phone are changing. But really I’ll just be the same online person.