I recently went to the movies and saw Elysium, a sci-fi movie set in distant future of 2145, the movie stars Matt Damon. Matt Damon plays Max, an ex-con trying to get back into the mainstream of society on an overpopulated, diseased, and impoverished Earth.
In the beginning of the movie we get brief glimpse of Max as a child. We are also introduced to his childhood sweetheart that dreams of living on Elysium. During the flashback introduction we find out that Max is told by a nun that he will fulfill a special purpose in his adult life.
The movie then shifts to Max’s adult life where find out he’s trying to reform his life after being released from prison. Max is working a blue collar job at a factory that assembles android police that protect and control the populace on earth. There are hints of a draconian new world order here as we see Max going to a morning shift and being shaken down by two android that want to see the content of a backpack that he is wearing before he boards a bus to work.
Max gets injured by the robot police and has to appear before robot magistrate that warns him of parole violation. Max then visits the local infirmary and discovers his childhood sweetheart is working as a nurse there.
Max finally arrives at work and he is operating a machine that partially assembled androids are loaded into and hardened with a dose of radiation. The machine jams and his supervisor asks him what is wrong. The supervisor demands that Max enter the machine and fix the jam or get fired. Max enters the machine and gets trapped inside and is exposed to a fatal dose of radiation. The machine alarms and another android approaches the machine and releases the door. The android grabs Max’s limp body and drags it into an infirmary. The android ask Max to sign a medical release and dispenses him a bottle of pills and announces that he has received a lethal dose of radiation and has five days to live. The robot thanks him for his service and leaves.
Later Max returns home after being discharged from his job. Max realizes he only has a short time to live.
Max hooks up with some ex-prison buddies that belong to an organization that are the current day freedom fights,think Che Guevara minus Fidel Castro. It’s interesting to note that all this take place in Los Angeles and there is a lot of Spanish being thrown around. Max accepts a mission from the freedom fighters in exchange for having his life lengthened and receiving an android exoskeleton that will enable to kidnap the CEO of the company that fired him and sentenced him to death sentence by an on-the-job injury. Our Che Guevara like leader wants the data out of the CEO’s head so he can reboot Elysium’s core computer and make all of earth’s populace citizens of Elysium. I won’t reveal the rest of the movie of to you because there is an interesting twist and somewhat of propaganda message in the last five minutes of the movie that I’ll leave up to you to interpret. Elysium is rated R with mild robot violence and hydraulic fluid gore.
I’m waiting on bus here across from Pernicano’s . There’s a blonde lady sitting on the bench next to and she has a black eye. It’s already getting pretty hot out here and I decided I would take a ride out Ocean Beach and take some pictures and take advantage of the cool breezes coming off of the Pacific Ocean. I haven’t been out to Ocean Beach in awhile and there are lot of good opportunities for photos. While the 815 was pulling up I saw two other buses going in the opposite direction they had Training Buses in the their LED displays above the windshield. It made wonder if they adding additional buses to a route or they were training new drivers.
The air conditioning feels good on the bus. A group of people just boarded the bus at the stop in El Cajon by the vacuum cleaner store. I would guess there are about 15 other people on the bus with me right now. A young blonde girl just got on before we got to the intersection of Madison and Second. We make a left turn here. The 815 is a long windy route through El Cajon that eventually takes you to the El Cajon Transit Center. Just web by the Wienerschnitzel and the Tri-City Electrical Supplies.
I saw Lillie on the bus, she’s a cook at Barona casino. When I saw her I told I thought she might have been fired but she said that she had taken some vacation time. I told her that I had gotten fired along with several other security officers that had been there for many years. She said that her job assignment had changed from cooking at the Golf Events Center to the main casino kitchen.
When I finally got to the trolley center the train going to Santee was weighing tracks and going the other way toward downtown San Diego. That is making a delay for my trip to Ocean Beach.
I’ve boarded the train for Santee and I think what happens here is that when the train gets to the end of line in Santee it goes back in the other direction toward the Old Town Transit Center. We just passed Gillespie Field.
There’s a woman riding with a noisy kid. It sounds like she is also talking on her cell phone. I’m looking out the window at Gillespie Field and there is a crew of men in orange and yellow vests with shovels doing some landscaping work by the road. It’s like semi-desert out here toward Santee and there a lot of beavertail cacti on the part of the road where they are working. Just now going through the Cuyamaca street and Mission Gorge Rd intersection. Regular gasoline at this intersection is $3.95 a gallon.
We’re coming to the end of the line here in Santee now going to see if the train heads in the other direction and takes me to the Old Town Transit Center so I can take the 35 to Ocean Beach. It looks like the trolley driver has gotten off the train to make a cell phone call. The train is now going back the other way toward the Old Town Transit Center. It’s already 1:27pm I should be able to hangout at Ocean Beach for a couple of hours before I have to head back. If I would have waited to this weekend it would have taken twice as long to make the round trip since the bus and trolley and services have been cut 30% since 2009. There’s a young woman sitting in front of me using a cell phone to check her hair and her makeup.
We’re at Grossmont Trolley Station this is where the trolley makes it turn to to go toward Old Town.
After finally making it to Old Town and going through the underpass to get to the bus terminal on the opposite side of the tracks I managed to make it in time for the bus 35 departure. When I boarded the bus driver said, “No more room unless you want to stand”. I told him just as long as I got where I was going I didn’t mind standing. The bus was packed but by the time we had gotten down to Rosecrans boulevard a few people had gotten off including a wheelchair and was able to get a seat the rest of the way to the beach. There’s a guy in the back of the bus with his surfboard. If this guy is a regular surfer then that probably means the tide is coming in and there are some waves and people surfing.
They don’t have free Wi-Fi out at the pier cafe anymore so I’ll just charge my tablet while I’m here. There were a few people fishing off of the pier along some people partying as well with a few beers and perhaps some weed but because of the cops patrolling the poet occasionally they have to keep a really low profile. There’s a police SUV parked right outside on the pier outside of the poet cafe. I haven’t been out on the pier in Ocean Beach in probably three years but I’ve noticed that the name of cafe has changed its name from the Ocean Beach Pier Cafe to the WOW Cafe which stands for Walking on Water. The chicken sandwich and fries I ordered are too much and the fries are really greasy. I can hear the kitchen staff all speaking Spanish so I feel like I’m eating in one of the many local taco shops in town rather than eating at a restaurant in Ocean Beach. As I was walking up to the pier I noticed that the lifeguards now have little four wheel drive vehicles to run up and down the beach. This is something I haven’t seen before. I can see a sailboat out the window over by Point Loma and further out someone is parasailing in a yellow parasail. It’s been overcast and kind of mucky since I’ve been here.
I can tell the tide is in and there are a few surfers out. I moved out to the pier where I could smoke. They have some lumber painted blue and nailed to the pier rail and a few blue cushioned bar stools where people can take their meals and there drinks but you have to be careful out here because the seagulls are very aggressive and sneaky and will snatch your burger and fries before you know what happened.
Well the mucky overcast is moving into the shore and the wind is dying down I need to go ahead and get pictures of the surf before it gets to calm and the surfers pull in for the day.
I managed to get some good shots of surfers shooting off the side of the pier using my mild repertory lens and shooting in burst mode. Afterwards I walked to the rocks off the side of the pier. The tide was pretty high and there were a few surfers out. I walked around on the rocks and got a few shots of some tidal pools. There was a tiny ledge that could take you out further out on the rocks. The ledge is very small and there is about an 8′ drop off if you miss a step. When the tide is a little lower I usually get into the lower rocks first and go further down the beach that way but you have to keep in mind when walking on the rocks wet from the ocean they can be pretty slippery and you can really must your ass out there.
Anyway on the way back from shooting the tidal pools and taking some shots of the surf from the rocks I stopped along the way under the poet where there were a couple of guys and a girl hanging out playing her guitar. One of the guys that had been drinking asked that I take his picture. After I took his picture he asked to see the preview on the back of my camera. He liked it and told me his name which I can’t remember. He told me that lived out on the beach and had just gotten out of jail. He had served 180 days for an open container and he smelled of alcohol. He looked like that part of his skull was missing from some sort of injury. I didn’t ask him what had happened but since he smelled of alcohol he should keep a real low profile so he wouldn’t have to go back to jail, but in his case was does freedom really mean since he doesn’t have a place to live in the first place.
I took a couple pictures of the girl with her guitar and her boyfriend they were sharing the same spot under the pier with the guy that had just got out of jail.
I walked along the seawall and asked a guy with lots of tattooes and a skateboard if I he minded if I took his picture. He replied, “Kinda”. I took this as a no maybe he had an outstanding warrant.
I wound up taking a break at the Newbreak Cafe where I know they have free Wi-Fi. I asked for a large iced tea and offered to pay with my bank card. The lady behind the counter told me there was a $5 minimum on debit card purchases by her pay for the iced tea anyway. She told the reason for this was because they were a small business. The large iced tea was $ 2.35.
I’m on the way home and sitting at the bus stop. A guy named Maverick with a baby stroller with his beer stashed in it stopped and sat on the bench and started talking to me. I asked if he lived in Ocean Beach and he told me that recently moved to Ocean Beach from Eugene, OR. He told that he was originally from Illinois and had been to several universities after his stint in the army. I asked whether or not he was on disability and he said yes. He told that he stayed in bottle and hotels and that it was expensive. I took this to mean that he lived on the street when he ran out of money. There were some other people sitting on the bench next to me and that had been smoking some weed on the sly.
Maverick had been walking around and talking to them and produced a small bag of marijuana from his baby stroller where he had his beer stashed. He handed the small bag to one of the guys on the other bus bench along with some Zig Zag kutcorner papers and told him to roll it up. The joint was rolled and passed around to a small group of people standing around the bench including a guy playing hacky sack. I had been wanting to take a few more picture of the guy playing hacky sack in burst mode. After seeing them smoking weed and having a good time I took out my camera and took a few more shots of the guy playing hacky sack along with a few shots of everyone smoking weed at the bus bench. I figured this was a good way to wrap up my photo shoot at Ocean Beach.
I recently watched ‘After Earth’, a movie written and starred in by Will Smith. The movie is rated PG-13 and is like a combination of one of the many franchise movies like Star Trek, Aliens, Star Wars, with a pinch of Forrest Gump. The movie is centered around the relationship of a father and son with the wife and sister playing a minor pivotal role so you can keep your place in the movie. The movie is based in the distant future with the Earth being forsaken and the remains of humankind are shuttled to a distant star system and planet via intergalactic C-40’s. Anyway son wants to be like Dad(Will Smith) a high-ranking military man and hero of earth’s evacuation.
Dad wants to retire from the military and spend his remaining time on Earth with his son and family. In the meantime son is struggling in the military space cadet school trying to be a Ranger like his Dad.
Dad arranges for one of the intergalactic C-40s to shuttle son and family home back to Earth where Dad can settle down and make time for his family.
Unfortunately the flight takes a turn for the worse and there is no time for the drink service or the free peanuts. Son takes advantage of this situation to prove to his Dad that he can be a Ranger. I’m giving this one 2 and half stars. I saw it on my senior discount. It’s your money.
My nephew offered to take out me tonight to the Tower Bar. A bar in downtown San Diego that had been called one of the top ten dive bars in San Diego county.
My nephew and his girlfriend picked me up. My nephew had brought along a couple of micro-brews that we shared while D.D. Droves us to the bar. I was so stoned I got wrapped up in the buttons on the camera. I couldn’t remember what button did what. My nephew paid our way in. It was $3. I was still jacking around with camera and wanted to take some pictures, but I was super- buzzed. I didn’t really get my shit together until I fumbled around and drank a 32 oz. bottle a Tecate. About 30 minutes later I finally realized where I was and what I was doing. I went into the men’s room not even having to pee just so I could see the buttons on the camera. I fired a random shot just above the pisser. I was thinking if I really had some sense that maybe I should see what I just took a picture.
I stumbled around a little bit more as I screwed with the buttons while still standing in the john over the pisser. Someone else came in, my eyes were glassier than a brand new $2 crack pipe from the neighborhood head store. I managed to pretend I was sober and sort of casually sauntered out of the bathroom.
Eventually I came to and realized I had a camera in my hand. I finally found out how to keep the flash off after recognizing the dial setting. Man, I was toast but had to do something beside look stupid with the camera in my hand
I was shooting without a flash. I looked into the viewfinder and quickly flicked through the pictures I had just taken. A lot of them of blurry and thought that I was trying hard enough to hold the camera still, besides the iris was taking it’s time closing on auto. I just dismissed worrying about whether or not the shots were blurry and just kept shooting regardless.
I would break off, sip on my beer, turn the camera off for a few minutes.
Then I would turn it on again and start taking more pictures. I just took a few above my head without looking through the viewfinder remembering it was just keeping a record of everything I shot. I could always go through it later and delete the ones I didn’t like.
I started walking through the crowd. There was 3 black guys on the stage rapping. I just went with and walked through the crowd and took pictures between people’s shoulders.
I just simply kept taking pictures the whole time I was there.
Finally one guy at the corner of bar declared he was a photographer also, and said I should ask permission before I took anyone’s photo. I just liked down at my preview and deleted out the last 6 photos I had taken of him.
Finally it was time to go, D.D. Paul’s girlfriend was ready to go. We made our way out the door winding through the crowd. We finally got outside where there were patrons standing and smoking. The guy at the door with the armband tattoos was still staking money for the door. While we were still inside with Paul the cop car had cruised the parking lot a couple of times.
There was a rumor going round in the crowd that the cops were going to shut us down. Anyway, Paul was nowhere to be found. I was keeping D.D.’s back because there a couple of shady characters standing down by the car.
Well Paul finally popped up he had been visiting with some people that lived over in apartment next door to the The Tower’s parking. That was the name of the bar I forgot to mention that. Yeh, I got some closing shots of Paul stumbling on the steps as he was leaving the people’s apartment that was across from the parking lot.
I finished up after taking 287 photos. On the way home I deleted about 60. After getting home I sat down and weeded down to about 30 and here they are.