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[khainovo]

local blue boy attends cosplay con in his high school play outfit and boyfriend agrees

[rrareearthh]

Hi, just realized I never posted this 7 minute long ambient piece I made here. It's part of a forthcoming album of instrumental/new age synth tracks set to field recordings I made at different spots along the Nehalem River here in Oregon. Many of these locations are favorite rockhounding spots of mine, but this one is from a kayak in the middle of a fishing pond on top of a small mountain.

Download for free on Bandcamp, it's also on YouTube, tiktok and Instagram at @lukeamahan. All music and video recorded and performed by me

Another new track and video coming Thursday! Hope you dig it

[rafefar]

The Milky Way over Nehalem Bay State Park

July 13, 2023

[campersgotogear]

The Ultimate Guide to Oregon's 25 Best Coastal Campsites

The Oregon Coast is a rugged, windswept paradise. Towering cliffs meet crashing waves here. Lush forests hug pristine beaches. Adventure awaits around every bend. What better way to immerse yourself in this coastal wonderland? Pitch your tent under a canopy of stars. Be just steps from the Pacific’s rhythmic roar. You are looking for solitude in a secluded cove. You want family fun in a bustling…

[swittersb]

Nehalem Bay, Oregon

[elizabetharzanisketchbook]

Camping (Nehalem River), 2023

[yourfrankiethings]

Pacific Roots Coffee and Mini Donuts, Nehalem, 7/13/23

sign on street – 35915 N Hwy 101, Nehalem, OR 97131 Pacific Roots Coffee and Mini Donuts is a food truck off the main street in Nehalem.  It is by the water in the same clearing as the Riverside Fish and Chips Truck, both of which we tried last year.  The signature mini donuts are made fresh, on the spot when you order them and come with a variety of toppings.  You order as many as you wish and…

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

I felt hopeless. Numb. Not from the cold, as I’d been since we’d arrived in this god-awful forest December 19, but from something that chills you far deeper inside you: death. We’d lost more than a dozen guys in the last few weeks, some of whom were my friends. You see a dead enemy soldier and you say, At least it wasn’t one of ours. You see a dead American soldier—one of your own—and you say, At least it wasn’t me. You lose a friend and you say, To hell with this. Get me out of here. At the same time, though this might sound strange, you almost envy the peace they now have. No more being cold. No more war. No more pain. All that bad stuff gets left to those of us who remain. Things started swirling in my mind, like a cottonwood bud caught in an eddy on the Nehalem. I didn’t say anything because there are certain things soldiers don’t talk about. Like a lot of other jabs of pain—say, the time after we’d gotten back from Normandy when our laundry woman kept handing me clothes for dead guys who weren’t going to be needing them—I stuffed it deep inside, thinking it would somehow just go away. It didn’t. It just builds up, like carrying one more brick on your back, and one more, and more, and more. And finally you say, Enough. I can’t walk another step. So I found myself standing in front of that fire, which was growing weaker and weaker as the late afternoon grew darker and darker. Somewhere out there, the enemy still lurked, waiting for morning—and me. And somewhere inside me, another enemy lurked as well, waiting for my decision. Soldiers around me smoked cigarettes and made small talk, but I didn’t hear a word of it. Instead, I stared at the embers, mesmerized. Slowly, my right forefinger curled around the pistol’s icy trigger.

~ Don Malarkey

[fromthedust]

John Margolies (American, 1940-2016)

John Samuel Margolies was an architectural critic, photographer, and author who was noted for celebrating vernacular and novelty architecture in the United States, particularly those designed as roadside attractions. For almost forty years, he documented the most remarkable examples he found, publishing some of his discoveries in books and consigning the rest to an archive, which has now been purchased by the Library of Congress who, in a wonderfully gracious move, have lifted all copyright restrictions on the photographs. (see link below)

Gatorland Zoo alligator statue - Route 1, St. Augustine, Florida - 1979

Deschwanden's Shoe Repair (The Big Shoe) - 10th & Chester, Bakersfield, California - 1977

Wigwam Village #2 - office teepee and several teepee cabins - Route 31W, Cave City, Kentucky - 1979

Wigwam Village #6 - Route 66, Holbrook, Arizona - 1979

Jantzen sign - Stamie's Beachwear - Ocean Avenue, Daytona Beach, Florida - 1990

7-Up Bottling Company (two views) - NE 14 & Sandy Boulevard, Portland, Oregon - 1980

Coca Cola Bottling Company (two views) - 14th & Central Avenue, Los Angeles, California - 1977

Coca Cola Bottling Company (detail view of door) - 14th & Central Avenue, Los Angeles, California - 1977

It'll Do Motel (office) - Jonesborough, Tennessee - 1987

Joy Theater marquee - San Antonio, Texas - 1982

White Castle - Reading Road, Cincinnati, Ohio - 1980

Mammy's Cupboard (two views) - Route 61, Natchez, Mississippi - 1979

Dependable Used Cars sign - Division Street, Grand Rapids, Michigan - 1982

Stan The Tire Man statue - Broadway, Mount Vernon, Illinois - 1988

Bomber gas station - Route 99 E., Milwaukie, Oregon - 1980

World's Largest Redwood Tree Service Station (1936) - Route 101, Ukiah, California - 1991

Peach water tower - Frontage Road, Gaffney, South Carolina - 1988

Christie's Restaurant sign (cowboy shrimp) - Houston, Texas - 1983

Roadside flamingo statue - Frog City, Route 41, Florida - 1980

www.publicdomainreview.org/collection/john-margolies-photographs-of-roadside-america/

addendum: seen (not photographed) in a 2007 trip to Garibaldi/Nehalem/Manzanita Oregon — The Wheeler Inn with a wheelbarrow on the roof with a clothed female mannequin loaded into it . . .

[spacetimesally]

A diplomatic ambassadorship gig goes sideways when the usual bad faith Malignant nonsense rears its ugly two-faced head, and the Nehalem Citadel becomes an all-out battleground for survival, in, 'Goodbye, Miss Manners; Hello, Miss Misery'

[posttexasstressdisorder]

So I've always been Mac-centric, as far as the whole computer thing goes. The main display I use with the mid-2012 Nehalem Tower is the 1920x1200 "Cinema HD" from the old G5 and G4 "AlBook" days, with the styling that matches, and that wonderful matte finish to the screen makes it one of my favorites. Prolly 20+ years old and still going strong.

But with the bad-ass flashed-for-Mac nVidia Ge-Force GTX 980TI video card, I can have up to four monitors at once. At the moment there are three. The Cinema HD on the DVI port, my 22" Samsung TV (via HDMI to DisplayPort adapter), and one of a pair of Asus MX279H that my late buddy got about ten years ago from a client.

This pair of Asus MX279Hs were what he used with his Tower. I've only got one of them hooked up at the moment, the other I haven't decided where to use yet. I've been looking at these things for a decade and just now accidently saw they actually have speakers in them...they certainly don't look like they could, but evidently they only make noise if you use the HDMI port.

I wanted to see the specs and found this "review" from 2014:

https://www.reviewed.com/monitors/content/asus-mx279h-27-inch-monitor-review

For some reason, tumblr doesn't like that link. Anyway, $329/ea back in the day, and you prolly can get 'em on craigslist for $20 or free. They look good, for sure. and I'm trying to figure out how to get all four monitors on the tower, since you can use either HDMI or DVI, but not both, on the card, if memory serves correctly. Been awhile since I pimped out the Tower. Spent $600 for the flashed nVidia card on eBay, back when that was a good price.

Do I actually NEED four monitors? Of course not!

It's fun. I just wanna play. I might take the little TV out of the picture and trade it for the other Asus. The more I am thinkin' about it, I might have to go down to the storage and get the good old ATI card that came in the tower and slam it in there and that should solve it. Hook the TV up to IT, and use the nVidia card for the pair of Asus and Cinema HD.

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06-11-25

Aaaaaaaand it's Mission Accomplished! Ended up using the VGA out on the second Asus, hooked to a VGA-to-MiniDisplayPort adapter, itself hooked to a MiniDisplayPort-to-DisplayPort adapter, into one of the three DisplayPorts on the GTX 980TI.

I've got "Aerial" installed as the ScreenSaver, and it plays all the videos from the AppleTV ScreenSavers, a different one on each monitor, random order. I paid the five bucks and got all the Big Sur videos from the main guys who invented Aerial, and they're in rotation with the Ocean series videos and the Patagonia and Yosemite videos.

I went as far as going to get the old ATI card out of the garage, but then remembered that I don't have room for a second double-width video card, and then remembered there was one more DisplayPort on the card, rummaged through the box of adapters until I found what I needed and voila.

There's no discernable lag with the normal activity I do on the machine, so I figure it's a little fun for awhile, diversion during this shitstorm. This is what we have to do...make our little fun how we can, be it productive or silly.

And as always, I will point out that this is a THIRTEEN YEAR OLD MAC, and it is still a powerhouse for just about anything most people need to do with a computer at home.

[rafefar]

By luck I photographed the International space station passing through the Big Dipper passing directly through Dubhe.

[swittersb]

The tide arriving...

creeping in, along Nehalem R. jetty (Oregon) OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

[elizabetharzanisketchbook]

River Rocks (Nehalem River), 2023

[yourfrankiethings]

Wanda's Cafe & Bakery, Nehalem, OR., 7/13/23

exterior –12880 H St, Nehalem, OR 97131 Wanda’s Cafe and Bakery is family owned and operated where you can dine in or grab something to go.  It’s a small to medium-sized place with additional seating outdoors.  They do not take reservations, so expect to have a wait, but while we waited for breakfast they had coffee available.  Parking is limited on site but there is free parking in a close city…

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

Warren H. Muck was about the millionth kid our age to be named after Warren Harding, a fairly popular president from 1921 to 1923, when a lot of us World War II kids were being born. No wonder he preferred “Skip.” We were different in some ways. We couldn’t have grown up farther apart—Oregon and New York. He was from Tonawanda, just north of Buffalo and along the Niagara River. My roots were Irish, his German; he even spoke a fair amount of it. When it came to drinking and gambling, I was a major leaguer while Skip was happy to bounce around the minors, playing here and there, but the more we got to know each other, the more we realized we had lots in common. We both had that adventurous spirit; while I was swinging across ravines on the branches of Douglas firs in Oregon’s woods, Skip was swimming across the Niagara River in New York. We were both about five-seven or five-eight, he a bit more wiry. We were both a little ornery, mischievous, and athletic; he played wide receiver in football and was on the swim team. Both of us liked a good laugh. Both of us were nuts for music: Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman, Harry James, The Mills Brothers singing “Paper Doll,” and Frank Sinatra’s “Moonlight Serenade.” At the end of a day, we’d go to the PX—it wasn’t much bigger than a boxcar—and were usually so tired that we’d sit on the floor, our backs to the wall, and with a beer or Coke in our hands listen to that jukebox until I thought we were going to wear out the grooves in those 78rpm records. It wasn’t just the sound of the music, it was what it could do to you inside: take you away from endless days of sweating, grunting, and cussing beneath your breath at Sobel.

The Depression had been hard on both our families. In some ways, we both were forced to become the “man of the house.” My dad essentially bailed out in 1938; his dad abandoned his family in about 1930, deciding he’d rather play in a jazz band and travel the country than be a father. Beyond that, we both were happy-go-lucky, witty, a little nutty, prickly when provoked, and, here and there, prone to laugh in the face of the odds if we thought, after doing so, we’d survive to live another day. How else do you explain our trying to become paratroopers? How else do you explain a guy swimming the Niagara? Or me defying an ROTC colonel? Skip was the real deal; didn’t have a phony bone in his body. Unassuming and yet had a personality that drew people to him like cold hands to a fire. He was the barracks peacekeeper on occasion. Not the guy who demanded to be in the spotlight but probably the best-liked man in the company. A guy who could make each of us feel as if he were his best friend. Deep down, I felt honored that he even had time for a maverick like me.

In some ways, Skip had replaced my family and my pals at the Sigma Nu house as the person I was closest to on earth. Once, on our way back to the barracks from the PX, Skip and I were having a smoke when he asked me why I chose airborne. I told him about growing up with the stories about my uncles both giving their lives for their country. “I dunno, Skip, I think I was just born to do this,” I said. His response didn’t surprise me in the least: “Me, too, Malark.” But we never talked about not making it home. We only talked about what it would be like when we did, how we’d visit each other and he’d show me where he’d swum the Niagara and I’d take him fishing on the Nehalem, maybe out in the ocean for salmon. “Going out over the Columbia River bar makes swimming the Niagara look like kiddy stuff,” I huffed. “We’ll do it,” he said. “But, remember, I swam the Niagara at night.”

~ Don Malarkey