Showing posts with label San Diego. Show all posts
Showing posts with label San Diego. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

San Diego and Denver Summer of 2015


I have been ignoring Camels and Tacos for several months. Apologies to my followers. I originally started Camels and Tacos for family and friends as a space to post stories and photos of our life overseas. When my dad passed last summer, I really didn’t fell like posting anymore. I came to the realization the blog was mostly for him. He was my number one fan and if I didn’t post often he would remind me during our weekly phone call.

The name Camels and Tacos is derived from: Camels=Egypt and Tacos= Tijuana street tacos-the ones you find in carts on the corner. Our favorites are the row of stands that take up an entire city block near the former Plaza de Toros (Bull Ring). Ana and I both like tacos. We thought the blog was aptly titled for our new overseas teaching adventure.

In 2013 when we moved to Addis Ababa, Ethiopia to work at another school. The intention was to create a new blog: Tibs Tummy: Tibs: think Ethiopian fajitas and Tummy: what happens if you eat too many oily tibs. Long story short, an executive decision was made to transfer posts from Tibs Tummy to Camels and Tacos. So our Ethiopian adventures are posted here.

Last winter our former school in Egypt expressed they wanted us to return and since the feelings were mutual we struck a deal. We are back in the land of Camels and Tacos. 

Below are scenes from the summer of 2015. 


A two-month old Ximena sporting her favorite beer shop onesie. 
2 days after getting off the plane, it was time for some punk rock.  
Slaughter and the Dogs! 
Spouting naughty English humor. 
Rock and roll! 
Didn't get much surf time in this summer, but I lived vicariously through these dudes.
Waiting for tacos in IB.
She looks cartoonish. 
Tia Monica came to San Diego to steal Ximena. 
Guess who showed up at our door looking for votes? 
President Donald Trump invited all his latino friends over to our place for a fund raiser. 
Davey Frantix gifted me his work vest. I bet punk rock pilots are stoked to see someone sporting the bars on the tarmac.
The house where "My Dad's A Fuckin' Alcoholic" was recorded.  Davey with his mom Big Sal who hosted bands such as the Circle Jerks, TSOL, etc. 
Being a good son. 
Free Samples tapes. I flew into Denver on two separate occasions this summer and it looks like the same amount from the first trip. I have a feeling these might end up in a taxi cab in Africa.   
Typical Denver July weather: flooding and a two tornado afternoon. 
And there is Bart aka Jet from back in the day enjoying a bloody mary and asking the waitress to marry him.  
Bart and I rode to see Jen at her dog grooming shop. 
It was cool to see an array of breeds have a face off the clippers. 
My buddy Shawn brought in his pup as well.
Matt and I hanging out with Tony Adolescents.  
The Weirdos.
Rikk Agnew acting normal.
Tony and Steve! 


Kids of the Black Hole. 
Stopped in Fort Collins to taste beer and see Ana's boss, Michael plus an old friend Brian who I last saw in 1994. Check out his tunes https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhDpSaq47IA
Another friend (K8+8) we worked with in Ethiopia was in Denver. 
Denver Botanical Gardens is lovely.


K8+8 also tried to snatch Ximena. 
Audery and Ximena! 

Monday, September 22, 2014

Photos that didn't quite fit in.

Some of these didn't quite fit into other posts. Below is a mishmash of photos from the past and present. Enjoy. 


I raided the family photo album. This is suppose to be me. Note the North Drive-In in the background and the family's sweet blue Plymouth.  
Puffy jacket, Toughskins, Keds, and a Murray Bike. Just your regular party animal with some matches in his pocket ready to go set fire to something.  
Second day back in the states this summer, jet-lagged and all. What's the cure? Run off to go see a Dr. Know show. 
My brother George hunting as a teen. Just a little too eager.
Note to self, don't pack coffee in the suit case next year.
Going through old boxes and came across a stack of letters from my friend Rich. He wrote these when he was on his mission. Great stuff. 
Scanning my past...
Some more Dr. Know action.
Dad hanging out with his youngest great grandson.
My friend Larry has a lot of great relics from the 80's punk era. 
Ana and I jumped over the fence to Tijuana for an evening of art and tacos.
Detail
Some more cool art
The lovely Cecut in downtown Tijuana.
More Cecut
Ana submitted some fotos (Photos) for a lecture/ exhibition about the role of street photographers in Tijuana past and present. We went to opening night.
Classic TJ street photography. Family on the donkey/zebras. 
Crossing back to the USA...many hours later. 
I don't like it when people come up to our car and beg for money, but I like it when people find inventive means to make money. This was a cool idea and a nice souvenir for waiting a couple hours in line. 
Took a train to LA. Union Station. 
My friend Patrick had the Duke over to solve the world's problems.  
West LA
Patrick felt bad that I had never been to the Getty, he was more than happy to remedy the situation. 
With Photoshop, the smog is gone. 
David Hockney's iPad art @ LA Louver. He might have saved a few bucks on paint, but you should have seen his electric bill. 
Ana's tias y primas.
Enrique and Selina at their opening in Barrio Logan. 
Some more Chikle art. 
Someone's Balboa Park juice disaster. 
Sunny San Diego aka Whale's Va-jay-jay
Balboa Park Museum of Man. 
More Balboa Park.
Roaming around Banker's Hill
An afternoon devoted to beer tasting with Rudy and Yvette.
Proof
Uncle Bob RIP