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Oakland Greek Festival Is Off The Hook, Travel To Greece in Oakland
The food is the best! Gyros in Greece are much different, they don't have ground meat, but they are excellent just the same. They serve; Gyros; ground meat, tomato, onion, and tzatziki sauce -yogurt, sour cream, garlic & cucumber, served with pita bread), Spanakopita; Spinach & feta pie in phyllo, Tyropitakia; Feta Cheese Pie Triangles in phyllo, Loukaniko; Greek Sausage; Cooked on grill with oregano and lemon), this year they added a treat; Avgolemono Soup; Greek Lemon Chicken Soup. All of which I eat on my first day! I'm still full. It's not everyday you get this quality of Greek food in one location. These are not trained professionals in the kitchen, they are authentic Greek grandmothers showing off their talents (maybe with a little grandma to grandma, or yaya to yaya competition) in the kitchen handing down there skills and tradition to the next generation.
There is also Souvlakin; marinated chunks of meat on little skewers Chicken and beef, Greek Halloumi; cheese grilled, topped with capers salad dressing, Dolmathes; stuffed Grape leaves, Greek salad; lettuce, tomatoes, onions, olives, feta cheese, vinaigrette, and to my surprise they had a Greek salad in a pita with my favorite salad dressing 'Greco Fusion' from Elio's Family Restaurant (The Eliopoulos's) they now bottle and sell. Ironically they had an AD at the Gyro booth for the dressings that I made (Photos, layout and printing). They happen to be a customer of mine, I made the restaurant and the dressings website eliosfoods.com and eliosdining.com
If you end the day with a Greek espresso be prepared to have something that resembles mud in the bottom of your cup, Greek style they don't filter out the grounds. When you go to a Greek festival be prepared to do as the Greeks do. What I love about the Oakland Greek Festival is the atmosphere, they import a Mykonos type windmill as you walk through the front door, the center piece is the beautiful Greek Temple, with rows of pillars, Greek blue windows. Inside the temple is one large room where a wispier will echo throughout the temple, religious icons painted on a copper sealing. Not many know but the rocks are also imported from Greece.
You can dance to several bands, watch period dressed Greek dancers, while you sip on a Imported Greek wine or American/Greek wine made in California; Lolonis, they even have Retsina - defiantly an an acquired taste. Or if you prefer there is micro brew, and Mythos; a Imported Greek logger. And of course, there are plenty of non-alcoholic beverages including a Iced Frappé coffee. Lots of vendors selling Greek Imports, cloths, jewelry, religious icons, paintings, photography, tee shirts, music, etc. There are also cooking demonstrations, if you want to try your hand in cooking Greek style.
The people are fun to work with, they are all members, or friends of the church and volunteer (Like I do). I always volunteer to bartend, proceeds go to build their church, it's a great cause, and event, usually packed out.
The Oakland Greek Festival is as close to Greece you will get in America. You can get discount coupons from there website www.oaklandgreekfestival.com/ Elio's, and Luke's Grill in San Leandro www.yelp.com/biz/lukes-grill-san-leandro havesome Greek dishes for those of you who crave Greek food in betweenGreek Festivals. Or you don't have a Yaya to whip up something for you. The next festival up, local to me is the Castro Valley usally inOctober. The Festival's sometimes hosted in Hayward at the Centennial Hall. I prefer when it's out doors in Castro Valley at their church,but with the weather so unpredictable it's a safer bet for them inside.It's another place to enjoy great Greek food, family and entertainment.I typically bartend there too. Hey, it's easier than working the salad bar like I did one year. www.cvresurrection.org
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Duplicity, Starring hot Clive Owen, and hotter Julia Roberts with a great twisted plot to boot
Duplicity, Starring hot Clive Owen, and hotter Julia Roberts with a great twisted plot to boot! By Stacy Poulos
PostcardTravelers Movie reviews
Duplicity (2009) PG 13
4 stars!
Cleverly written and directed by Tony Gilroy. This romantic comedy spy-thriller Stars hot Clive Owen, and hotter Julia Roberts, to name a few. A pair of corporate spies who share a steamy relationship.
I love watching movies where they take you places I've been, or want to go. Duplicity starts out in Dubai, other scenes in Rome, Zürich;Switzerland, New York City and other places. Nothing like bring you back to a moment in time. One of the scenes takes place in Rome or as they say their "Roma" and depicts the quaint and rustic feeling ofRoma I miss.
This is a great twisted plot of corporate spy's. As a writer and filmmaker I love the twisted story. As a World Traveler I love the scenes. As a business owner I love the inside scoop of what goes on in the Corporate world. As a fan of hustler movies like, my all-time favorite hustlers; Whoopi Goldberg as in Burglar 1987 and Ghost 1990,and Chevy Chase in "Fletch" to name a few.
I'm not going to ruin the movie it by telling you what goes on, just make it a night you pay full attention. The move jumps around in time and can get a little confusing. I like it so much I'm going to buy it.
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Lee's Hoagie House: Highly Recommended! Norristown, PA
Lee's Hoagie House: Highly Recommended!
2896 Dekalb Pike
Norristown, PA 19401
(610) 279-0800
www.leeshoagiehouse.com
I've never been to PA (Pennsylvania) and was looking forward to
going, a friend of Local Pages Publishing (a local
phone book) recommended I try 'Lee's Hoagie House' for a Pennsylvania
style Hoalgie while I was in the Norristown Area.
I tried there special an "Italian Hoalgie", and I loved
it. I loved it so much I wanted to go back for dinner but they were
closed. Hungry for that experience again, I tried another place nearly across the street, and it
ruined my experience. Just cuz there in Pennsylvania doesn't mean
everyone who claims to make a good one, does. It actually bothered me
me so much, I went back the first opportunity I had to have another
one. The freshness in the bread took it over the top and the dressing
gave it a nice kick. The other place was like eating a dry sponge. My
guest let me try her stake Hoalgie with mushrooms, and that was good
to. I can go to Pennsylvania and be happy just eating the Hoalgies.
Next time I'll just get a stake with mushroom. The atmosphere was a
deli / sports appeal. I don't like sports but I love the charm and
love the food. It's a good get-it-and-go. It's located in a
not-so-fancy strip mall. But the quality of food is outstanding. Just a few
doors down from a fish store, you have to see
Nemos Aquarium... I don't know if you can bring in your lunch
and hang out but I promise you will want to see there shark tank and
100's of different fish, most of all, the amazing live coral. I
have never seen before and I'm a diver.
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As you can see it is a little messy with dressing dripping, that dressing and the peppers gives it a unique kick.
The bread has that fresh chewy texture while the inner bread is soft pillow of freshness.
This is what I'm coming back for next.
2896 Dekalb Pike
Norristown, PA 19401
(610) 279-0800
www.leeshoagiehouse.com
I've never been to PA (Pennsylvania) and was looking forward to
going, a friend of Local Pages Publishing (a local
phone book) recommended I try 'Lee's Hoagie House' for a Pennsylvania
style Hoalgie while I was in the Norristown Area.
I tried there special an "Italian Hoalgie", and I loved
it. I loved it so much I wanted to go back for dinner but they were
closed. Hungry for that experience again, I tried another place nearly across the street, and it
ruined my experience. Just cuz there in Pennsylvania doesn't mean
everyone who claims to make a good one, does. It actually bothered me
me so much, I went back the first opportunity I had to have another
one. The freshness in the bread took it over the top and the dressing
gave it a nice kick. The other place was like eating a dry sponge. My
guest let me try her stake Hoalgie with mushrooms, and that was good
to. I can go to Pennsylvania and be happy just eating the Hoalgies.
Next time I'll just get a stake with mushroom. The atmosphere was a
deli / sports appeal. I don't like sports but I love the charm and
love the food. It's a good get-it-and-go. It's located in a
not-so-fancy strip mall. But the quality of food is outstanding. Just a few
doors down from a fish store, you have to see
Nemos Aquarium... I don't know if you can bring in your lunch
and hang out but I promise you will want to see there shark tank and
100's of different fish, most of all, the amazing live coral. I
have never seen before and I'm a diver.
By Stacy Poulos
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As you can see it is a little messy with dressing dripping, that dressing and the peppers gives it a unique kick.
The bread has that fresh chewy texture while the inner bread is soft pillow of freshness.
This is what I'm coming back for next.
Catalina Island Sunrise On Avalon,
Category: Catalina Island,
Sunrise On Avalon 360
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Catalina Island Life In A Nutshell; Flying Fishes
Category: Catalina Island, Life In A Nut Shell
Greeting from Catalina Island this photo was taking this morning in the City of Avalon.
There will be much to tell about Catalina I was conceived here along with my two brothers. This is a story about how my parents met on the island. Right now I'm interviewing my mom about how she moved here when she 19 years old.
From the book "Life In A Nut Shell" ...
Flying Fishes
By Stacy Poulos 1996
One of my favorite memorable childhood adventures was when I was 12 years old. It was a life-changing year for me. My mom and I went to Catalina Island for the summer. It wasn't the first time I had been there. I was actually conceived there, conceived in love. My mom met my very handsome dad and fell in love. They both lived on the island for a few years but chose to live and raise their children on the mainland. Whether or not the marriage lasted through my first birthday, I was still conceived in love, conceived in the American dream of white picket fences and having a dream life with children. I consider Catalina my birthplace because of it, even though I popped out of my mother's womb on another island 400 miles away up North in Alameda. Catalina is where my seed was planted. It is where my heart lies.
I had been to Catalina many times since the age of twelve. It has always been a faint memory to me where fish really did fly. And the first time I flew in an airplane and it landed on the water, I thought that was normal. Even though the memories of my biological dad were just visits because they divorced when I was one year old. I cherished every picture of my parents together in Catalina. I was blessed by their divorced and by my mom marrying my step dad, who was the calm in my life. Not that my biological dad was a bad man, he just never wanted to grow up and that is still true today. My mom liked to say he was a beach comber. That was OK too because we were blessed with my step dad who took the torch when I was five and raised us as though we were his own. We were lucky.
When I think about it, it was really important to go to Catalina alone with my mom, to bond with her without competing with my two brothers. I felt a sense of maturity and specialness. There is no doubt my mom favors her first born, which isn't me. Me and my younger brother laugh about it sometimes. But 1976 was my year. My brothers and step dad were scheduled to come when we found a place to stay for all of us. In the meantime me and my mom stayed at the Glenmore Hotel. I remember it as if it was yesterday. At night before we would go to sleep in the tiny bedroom with the shared bathroom down the hall, my mom would instruct me to go to the adjoining restaurant down stairs and have them fill up her thermos with a pot of coffee. I didn't mind at all. That made me independent and on my own on the big island before she would wake in the early afternoon. She would give me extra money to buy a hot chocolate while I waited for the coffee to brew. I can still hear the sound of the chocolate whipping around in the brewing machine. I remember the super thick white mugs and the canned whip cream on top. No, I did not mind a tall. Many of the old timers knew my mom. When you live on the Island most everyone has two or three jobs, if not more. My mom was a beautician and worked for Lolo's, which is a barbershop next to the bus depot.
I remember when I was three years old, she brought over two mean baby-sitters to watch us. My youngest brother had just had his first birthday, so he doesn't remember, but they talked pig Latin so we wouldn't understand them. I specifically remember holding onto my mom's leg crying because I didn't want her to leave for work, ass he walked down the steep hills trying to brush me off so she wouldn't be late. Normally, me and my older brother Steve would fight.He hated it when I was born because I got all the attention. In fact, you can find 20-30 pictures of him as an infant but only one of me and my face was scribbled on. It cost my mom $150.00 to reconstruct my picture so I had at least one. Once the scribble was off I could see why my brother was so jealous. Even my first picture with Santa Claus had scribbles on my face. But this trip we stuck together in fear of the baby sitters.
By Stacy Poulos 1996
One of my favorite memorable childhood adventures was when I was 12 years old. It was a life-changing year for me. My mom and I went to Catalina Island for the summer. It wasn't the first time I had been there. I was actually conceived there, conceived in love. My mom met my very handsome dad and fell in love. They both lived on the island for a few years but chose to live and raise their children on the mainland. Whether or not the marriage lasted through my first birthday, I was still conceived in love, conceived in the American dream of white picket fences and having a dream life with children. I consider Catalina my birthplace because of it, even though I popped out of my mother's womb on another island 400 miles away up North in Alameda. Catalina is where my seed was planted. It is where my heart lies.
I had been to Catalina many times since the age of twelve. It has always been a faint memory to me where fish really did fly. And the first time I flew in an airplane and it landed on the water, I thought that was normal. Even though the memories of my biological dad were just visits because they divorced when I was one year old. I cherished every picture of my parents together in Catalina. I was blessed by their divorced and by my mom marrying my step dad, who was the calm in my life. Not that my biological dad was a bad man, he just never wanted to grow up and that is still true today. My mom liked to say he was a beach comber. That was OK too because we were blessed with my step dad who took the torch when I was five and raised us as though we were his own. We were lucky.
When I think about it, it was really important to go to Catalina alone with my mom, to bond with her without competing with my two brothers. I felt a sense of maturity and specialness. There is no doubt my mom favors her first born, which isn't me. Me and my younger brother laugh about it sometimes. But 1976 was my year. My brothers and step dad were scheduled to come when we found a place to stay for all of us. In the meantime me and my mom stayed at the Glenmore Hotel. I remember it as if it was yesterday. At night before we would go to sleep in the tiny bedroom with the shared bathroom down the hall, my mom would instruct me to go to the adjoining restaurant down stairs and have them fill up her thermos with a pot of coffee. I didn't mind at all. That made me independent and on my own on the big island before she would wake in the early afternoon. She would give me extra money to buy a hot chocolate while I waited for the coffee to brew. I can still hear the sound of the chocolate whipping around in the brewing machine. I remember the super thick white mugs and the canned whip cream on top. No, I did not mind a tall. Many of the old timers knew my mom. When you live on the Island most everyone has two or three jobs, if not more. My mom was a beautician and worked for Lolo's, which is a barbershop next to the bus depot.
I remember when I was three years old, she brought over two mean baby-sitters to watch us. My youngest brother had just had his first birthday, so he doesn't remember, but they talked pig Latin so we wouldn't understand them. I specifically remember holding onto my mom's leg crying because I didn't want her to leave for work, ass he walked down the steep hills trying to brush me off so she wouldn't be late. Normally, me and my older brother Steve would fight.He hated it when I was born because I got all the attention. In fact, you can find 20-30 pictures of him as an infant but only one of me and my face was scribbled on. It cost my mom $150.00 to reconstruct my picture so I had at least one. Once the scribble was off I could see why my brother was so jealous. Even my first picture with Santa Claus had scribbles on my face. But this trip we stuck together in fear of the baby sitters.
If you hold a seashell up to your ear you can hear the sounds of the ocean captured in the spiral of it's shell. When I think of Catalina, I hear distinctive sounds, see images, and smells. There is this beach on the Island called "Lover's Cove" and it's made of millions of small stones. It's loud because as the water crashes up against the stones, it has a unique crashing sound. As the water seeps back out to the ocean, the stones tumble over each other. It creates a mixture of sounds, like the sound of rain mixed with a gigantic cold Coke-a-Cola being poured into a glass of ice in a hollow echo chamber. If you're brave enough to get in the water after painfully walking on the rounded rocks, you will be greeted with schools of fish waiting to be fed. If you bring food to feed them they will eat right out of your hand. Lots of them. Enough to scare you,especially since you're in the middle of them and they're nibbling at your feet. It's always fun to snorkel there and watch the tourists freak out when they think they are being attacked by schools of fish. One time I met this cute tough guy named Vinnie, from Brooklyn of all places. He wanted to go snorkeling. I had taken snorkeling lessons and desired to dive someday. I started collecting used scuba equipment at flea markets. I told him he could go with meat the dive park on the outskirts of the Casino. There you will find less fish and more seaweed. Tall forests of seaweed 30 feet high where the tops rest on the top of the water. A little more scary than being attacked by fishes I might ad. We went together. He was so scared he was hyperventilating in the middle of the park and I didn't have a lot of sympathy. I was gagging on salt water from laughing so hard. He decided to get out and snorkel another day at the kiddies pool at 'Lover's Cove.' Casino snorkeling was for the big girls.
I remember the beauty and the smell of the ocean at Catalina.Mostly from the walkway to the casino. (In Spanish, casino means gathering place). What makes it so special is the walkway to the Casino is romantically lit in the evening. On one side of the stone paved walkway is a small cliff, and on the other side is the harbor with boats and docks that line the harbor before it reaches out to open ocean. At the end of this setting is this huge round building eloquently lit and characteristically balanced with palm trees to accent the ocean. Since there are limited cars on the island, you periodically hear a scooter or a golf cart drive by. Or a small boat(called dingies) cruising around the harbor in the night to get to their Yacht or sailboat. Every once in a while, a water taxi will bring the boat owners home or to the dock for a night on the town.It's a mesmerizing experience and if you're with someone with the potential for romance, you get the feeling that it was meant to be.Sometimes it's just a good place to be in your skin and think about your future, which I did often. It's a scene you want to see nightly when you have the chance.
There are so many stories to tell about Catalina, from my adolescence to my youth, when I decided how I was going to start my own business. The unique thing about being there was I always felt present and clear in my life with what I wanted to do. The friends I made with the islanders, even the ones that got away. But most of all it was the only time I really spent that special time alone with my mom. © 1996
By Stacy Poulos
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Respect
Respect is a unwritten contract. Love is unconditional, even through
time. Self-respect is laying down the boundaries. And it doesn't
always come cushioned in cotton candy. -Stacy Poulos
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'Life In A Nutshell' compared to Best Sellers 'Eat, Pray, Love' and more...fe
(Owner of Cheryl's Cafe In Spanish Fort Alabama)
"I Laughed so hard I cried... I literally laughed all day..."
Cheryl Reads tons of books, and compares 'Life In A Nutshell' to "The Autobiography of Eric Clapton", "Here's the Story: Surviving Marcia Brady and Finding My True Voice", By Maureen McCormick's, The Autobiography of Kathleen Turner" and the recent two Best Sellers "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert, and Oprah controversy book "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey. Hear's what she has to say.
'Life In A Nutshell' to "The Autobiography of Eric Clapton", "Here's the Story: Surviving Marcia Brady and Finding My True Voice", By Maureen McCormick's, The Autobiography of Kathleen Turner" and the recent two Best Sellers "Eat,Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert, and Oprah controversy book"A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey. Hear's what she has to say.
"you have me rolling on the floor over here. I haven't laughed this hard in a long time, and I'm only half way through. I like the counseling story, and the ink on the bed sheets. Oh and I like drinking the water out of the vase... OMG, I never thought you were this funny. LOVING IT!!! I loved the candid short stories full of humor and inspiration. It is refreshing to read about someone's perseverance through the pitfalls in life. I honestly had a hard time putting it down. A feel good read!!! My favorite and I laughed to the point where I couldn't see through my eyes, was you bitching about Chaos, and you were bent over tying your shoe, as you look up you get a glimpse of the toothpaste on top of the TV. ...I was rolling. I guess I read the way you write, so it is like a movie or short clip.You are now officially my new favorite author, hee hee!" - Tammy Yaxtheimer, San Leandro, CA
Description: is like spilled water flowing on a mission, it doesn't stop until it reaches its goal. It doesn't always know its being pulled by an invisible force manifested by gravitation, the human spirit...
Synopsis:
Stories Along An A extraordinary Journey
About the Author:Stacy Poulos-
Me, I was the Cinderella type, wanting to save the planet, idealistic about my future, having that innocence that the worlds a good place with good people, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah,waiting for my handsome prince to come sweep me away. I envisioned and pursued a unique and fun life and career as film producer and a photographer since I was 7. I was ready and willing to endure the pitfalls with poise. In my experience I found the funniest things in life aren't funny at all ...at the time. But when I somewhat gracefully survived and reflected... I always found the ironic humor in them as I learned from my mom. When people meet my mom, there mouth is usually dropped open. I watch them as they're amazed at some of the things that comes out of her mouth. Such as sympathy is between -shit and syphilis- in the dictionary. This book is a accumulation of stories I wrote over the years on my journey of sibyl rivalry, going to college,starting and maintaining a business on a shoestring budget, driving shitty cars, and surviving relationships. I was sure I was going to pull out of every short coming and these were just little set backs before I made my way to the top. Its frigin funny now. Determination is like spilled water flowing on a mission, it doesn't stop until it reaches its goal. It doesn't always know its being pulled by an invisible force manifested by gravitation, the human spirit. The direction isn't always as relevant as its missions journey that survives obstacles, because of the compelling pull of gravitation to its destiny. A journey that has no end because it resides in the heart and soul.
By Stacy Poulos
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About the Author:Stacy Poulos-
Me, I was the Cinderella type, wanting to save the planet, idealistic about my future, having that innocence that the worlds a good place with good people, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah,waiting for my handsome prince to come sweep me away. I envisioned and pursued a unique and fun life and career as film producer and a photographer since I was 7. I was ready and willing to endure the pitfalls with poise. In my experience I found the funniest things in life aren't funny at all ...at the time. But when I somewhat gracefully survived and reflected... I always found the ironic humor in them as I learned from my mom. When people meet my mom, there mouth is usually dropped open. I watch them as they're amazed at some of the things that comes out of her mouth. Such as sympathy is between -shit and syphilis- in the dictionary. This book is a accumulation of stories I wrote over the years on my journey of sibyl rivalry, going to college,starting and maintaining a business on a shoestring budget, driving shitty cars, and surviving relationships. I was sure I was going to pull out of every short coming and these were just little set backs before I made my way to the top. Its frigin funny now. Determination is like spilled water flowing on a mission, it doesn't stop until it reaches its goal. It doesn't always know its being pulled by an invisible force manifested by gravitation, the human spirit. The direction isn't always as relevant as its missions journey that survives obstacles, because of the compelling pull of gravitation to its destiny. A journey that has no end because it resides in the heart and soul.
By Stacy Poulos
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Contents:
For my Mom, Introduction, In A Nutshell, Dedication, Acknowledgments, Cake Mix, Candied Hearts, The Mistress 21, Sweet William in the Morning, Wild Bill atNight, Mr. Bojangles, Flying Fishes, Hand-Me-Down Cars, Tow Truck From Hell, Three Minute Eggs, Macaroni & Cheese, In A Pickle, My Brother Dopey, Female Appointment, Dirty Harry, Out Of Toilet Paper?, 29 And Only One Grey Hare, Dr. Jeckel and Mr. Kera-Beaucoup, Being Dinged, My Nana and Bill, Rhetorical Question?, Something Else The Easter Bunny Brings, Bachelor Bachelorette Pad, Larry Cracker Jack,Crackpot Counseling, Inc., Single And Available!, My OtherBrother Dope-y, Tampons, Kitchens, and Bathrooms;, Designed By Men, Made For Women, Its All About The Egg!, Aliens Have TakenMy Mother, Splitting Atoms & Stamping Envelopes, Mid Stream, From the book Beer Notes & Coffee Stains, Beer Notes &Coffee Stains, One Riddle of my Life: 38 years in 28 years, DustBunnies, Innies & Outies, Onezy-Twozys, Notation:, Paris,France. July 1, 2001, & Bern, Switzerland, Bern; SwitzerlandJuly 4, 2001., Gstaad; Switzerland, Roma, Italy, Santorini, Greece, Mykonos, Greece, Venice, Italy, Munich, Germany, Berlin, Germany, Amsterdam,...
For my Mom, Introduction, In A Nutshell, Dedication, Acknowledgments, Cake Mix, Candied Hearts, The Mistress 21, Sweet William in the Morning, Wild Bill atNight, Mr. Bojangles, Flying Fishes, Hand-Me-Down Cars, Tow Truck From Hell, Three Minute Eggs, Macaroni & Cheese, In A Pickle, My Brother Dopey, Female Appointment, Dirty Harry, Out Of Toilet Paper?, 29 And Only One Grey Hare, Dr. Jeckel and Mr. Kera-Beaucoup, Being Dinged, My Nana and Bill, Rhetorical Question?, Something Else The Easter Bunny Brings, Bachelor Bachelorette Pad, Larry Cracker Jack,Crackpot Counseling, Inc., Single And Available!, My OtherBrother Dope-y, Tampons, Kitchens, and Bathrooms;, Designed By Men, Made For Women, Its All About The Egg!, Aliens Have TakenMy Mother, Splitting Atoms & Stamping Envelopes, Mid Stream, From the book Beer Notes & Coffee Stains, Beer Notes &Coffee Stains, One Riddle of my Life: 38 years in 28 years, DustBunnies, Innies & Outies, Onezy-Twozys, Notation:, Paris,France. July 1, 2001, & Bern, Switzerland, Bern; SwitzerlandJuly 4, 2001., Gstaad; Switzerland, Roma, Italy, Santorini, Greece, Mykonos, Greece, Venice, Italy, Munich, Germany, Berlin, Germany, Amsterdam,...
Where I've been and where I want to go....
Where I've been and where I want to go....
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- Avalon, CA, USA
- Santorini, Greece
- Sedona, AZ, USA
- Florence, Italy
- Tiburon, CA, USA
- Murphys, CA, USA
- Joshua Tree National Park, CA, USA
- Port Costa, CA, USA
- Angels Camp, CA, USA
- Cozumel, Mexico
- Half Moon Bay, CA, USA
- Jamestown, CA, USA
- Guerneville, CA, USA
- Sonora, CA, USA
- Sunol, CA, USA
- Captain Cook, HI, USA
- Castro Valley, CA, USA
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When I was a young girl I dreamed of being a photographer & filmmaker. If you want to imagine me growing up, watch the 1996 movie "Harriet The Spy" but with my own interests. I started taking photos when I was seven years old. My dad own "Entertainment East Magazine" (right) a dining and night life guide. I would look over his shoulder as he pieced the Magazine together from, developing film to layouts, to taking photos, to selling ads. My job was 'Chief executive folder and master stapler'. I don't think my dad was interested in making a killing off the Magazine. I think it was more the social aspect of meeting and helping other people. It was a good will'd company. The printer was in the garage. I can hear the endless spin and slap of a piece of paper as it rushed through the spinning gadgets until it had a paper jam, or the inc started to thinning out and my dad would slow it down to a stop to smear on a row of ink. I can smell the odd vinegar'ish ink that filled the garage as I didn't have to go to bed as I watched him work away. (From Left to right; My older brother Steve, my dad John, my step mom Justine and Me at 12 years old standing around the printer in the garage)H
is twin brother was the president of 'East Coast Stuntmens Association' but even cooler than that... a Ware Wolf ! Well, the Ware Wolf on Dark shadows. So my interest were in capturing on film,
what Harriet would have written, but I also wrote notes, mostly unrelated to my photography. Now I'm a successful and award winning Producer & photographer and Owner of Playback.net. In my off time I love to travel. I combined all my talents of media on my road trips. As I love what I do on and off the job. With 25 short years in the business I have seen the transition and movement before it came a long. I was blogging before it became the technology it is today. My journey is a story inside and out of a life of family and a sense of adventure.
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By Stacy Poulos
http://www.PostcardTravelers.com
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