Thomas Locke Hobbs
| Currently: Buenos Aires |
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| Colander in the kitchen
A couple of months ago I got a little bored with my self-imposed rules for this blog [my photos, only horizontal & uncropped] that I decided to start an alternate blog for the other random shit I felt like posting. It turns out that basically it's just YouTube videos and other people's flickr photos. Posting is a bit sporadic and I don't plan to abandon this blog but if you're curious, it's called lockezinho. |
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| Fiesta Del Mar Too [as in the sequel] in Mt. View.
My friend TJ took a photo of me with his new iphone while we were there having dinner. |
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| Skyline Blvd. from Windy Hill. Another Sunday afternoon driving around in my convertible. I don't hike as much in the summer. Too hot. |
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| OMG! Häagen-Dazs is now doing an Açai sorbet (pronounced ah-sigh-EE). It actually tastes like the real thing in Brazil. I can't wait to mix it with ice-tea (see Christmas 2006). |
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| The great Oliver Sacks article in this week's New Yorker is not online, but an audio interview is.
And completely unrelatedly, I love this raggaeton song, "Ya no te veo" by Jowell y Randy. |
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| Brazilian psychedelic 1960s pop group Os Mutantes at a free concert at Stern Grove. Rita Lee, their old lead singer is too good for their reunion tour so Zelia Duncan was subbing in. Their stuff is a little too intellectual to go over well live. The warm-up act, the Venezuelan jam band, Los Amigos Invisibles, was much better, if less historically significant. |
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| Soggy Eucalyptus trees in the fog. For 5 million people in the Bay Area this Sunday was a California Perfect summer day. For the poor souls in the coast-hugging city neighborhoods west of Twin Peaks it was just another day of eternal summer fog gloom. Enjoying the sunshine in my convertible I felt silly making a bee-line for the fog. At least the concert was good. |
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| Fine dining in the park
Meanwhile, my friend Jesse Archer has his best post yet: I know that a Long Island Ice Tea is just a big concoction that the alcoholics drink, so I poured everything into it: rum, gin, tequila, vodka, whiskey, soda. When I topped it off with beer, the customer asked what I was doing. "It's my signature Long Island Ice Tea," I told him. Sure enough, he drank it down. Alcoholic. Link |
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| A closeup of grass at a lookout on Highway 9 between Skyline Blvd. and Boulder Creek, one of my favorite stretches of road in the Santa Cruz mountains. The green grass of spring is pretty but the golden color of summer is much more evocative of California for me.
I was playing with the macro mode on my new Canon SD1000. Here's a better version of the photo on flickr, since I only post horizontal shots on this blog. |
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| My nephew, Oliver Locke Hobbs. DOB 6/27/2007. |
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| Four generations of Hobbs' -- Will, Grandma, Oliver & Dad |
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| Dad & Grandma. It was her first time in LA since 1936. It's changed a little. "What's the 405?" |
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| Oliver & Mom |
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| Karen, Oliver's mom, and to whom I have to apologize for being so woefully underrepresented in these photos, Mom, Oliver & Will. |
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| Mom showing Grandma photos on her iPod. |
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 | Hi. I'm a 32 year-old American currently living in Buenos Aires. Before that I lived in California, Sao Paulo and New York and if you browse through the archives below you can see photos of all those places. I also have an old geocities page with some outdated information but also more photos of Buenos Aires, friends and my 9/11 pictures. |