Thursday, December 14, 2017

The Police Report On My Auto Accident Came Out

The police report on my auto accident came out. Here are two pages from the report.

I've made additions to the reconstruction diagram in order to show my idea as well as the California Highway Patrol's idea.

On the plus side, the California Highway Patrol (CHP) cop blamed unsafe speed for the accident. On the minus side, the cop's reconstruction of the accident doesn't match what I told him. By itself, that's probably a minor point. The cop was trying to reconstruct the spin of my car, and either his or my reconstruction works for that.

Nevertheless, there are some puzzles regarding the cop's reconstruction. That outer lane indicated in the drawing (E-5) is a new lane: The onbound lane onto the freeway from Harbor Blvd. and the exit lane for Jefferson Blvd. Mr. Jimenez stated I had been dogging the woman's truck, with unnecessary braking, for half a mile, then suddenly braked for no good reason, causing him to run into me. But, I doubt there is half a mile of E-5 lane between Harbor Blvd. and the accident site. If I was driving erratically, why didn't he try to go around me? And why was I in lane E-5 anyway? There was no reason for me to be there. As I told the cop at the scene, there was no offset. I was directly behind the woman's truck. And how did Mr. Jimenez obliterate the back of my car unless he had been traveling very fast? (I'm thinking 90 mph at a minimum, but it could have been 100 mph, 110 mph, or even faster.)

Part of the reason the cop may have been confused is that I told him I was in the right lane. I didn't mean the new right lane, E5, but the old right lane, E4. In the confusion, I didn't realize E5 was there. Even simple accidents can be chaotic.

I think Mr. Jimenez tried to move into the E-5 lane and go around me, but he was traveling so fast he couldn't manage it. Noteworthy too was the cop describes conditions as wet. I didn't think it was wet. Rain was just starting. Interpretations can vary on this point. There is no indication alcohol was involved in the accident.

A close reading makes it clear that Mr. Jimenez lied to the cop about my actions, his own speed, and his own actions, likely to avoid a citation and the blame. His insurance company, State Farm, has accepted liability, however. But no citation was issued. Maybe the cop figured Mr. Jimenez had had a bad enough day already, and maybe learned a lesson. But I'm still angry. Mr. Jimenez nearly-killed two people, cause thousands of dollars of damage, and lied about what he did.

The conclusion is inescapable: Raymond Emil Jimenez is a liar.

I was startled by the sudden appearance of the headlights closing so rapidly behind me. I don't think the vehicle had been there. I think the eastbound vehicle moved from the center lane (E3) into the right lane (E4). I was struck right of center, so vehicle may have been moving into the freeway's new right lane (E5; Harbor onbound; Jefferson exit), and would have succeeded if it had been going 80 mph, but couldn't execute at 90-100+ mph. My car's final freeway resting place was here (38.574937°, -121.539045°).

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Maybe Buying a Pickup Truck

E.: Why do you want to buy that truck? It's so old!
M.: Even though it's a different year, it's the same make and model as the truck that hit me. It's very primal to own your enemy's possessions. It's like when the Indians of the Plains would "count coup" on their enemies. Or drinking your fallen enemy's blood to gain strength. I want to own everything he owns.
E.: That's a stupid reason to buy a truck.
M.: The logic is irresistible. I feel stronger already.
E.: He blopped us at $1,900, and we blopped him at $1,500.
M.: He blopped us?
E.: Yes!
M.: What's blopped?
E.: It comes from gambling.
M.: ????
E.: Bluffed.
M.: Oh! Yes, he blopped us at $1,900, and we blopped him at $1,500, and we'll meet somewhere in the middle.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

"Let It Be" - Aretha Franklin

David Brooks Is Slowly Turning Against The GOP

It's an awful process, like watching the Titanic change direction just before colliding with the iceberg. David Brooks is still full of horseshit, but even he can see the writing on the wall:
"It would be a temporary vote for a Supreme Court Justice, for a tax cut but for a generation you are repulsive," said Brooks. "You are repulsive to younger people, twenty-eight percent of millennials think the Republican Party thinks about them. That's just a generational problem. You are repulsive to people of color forever. And so you end up, not only making yourself unpopular but to corrupting a piece of yourself. To me, the interesting people in this whole deal are the honorable Republicans in Congress. T,he Portman(s), the McCain(s), the Barrasso(s), Tim Scott. A couple of them have been very principled. But a lot of them have said, 'I am going to tolerate Trump's dishonesty. I am going to tolerate some racial politics.' But now they have to tolerate rape. Now they have to tolerate pedophilia. There is no end to what they are going to be asked to tolerate. And that is internally so corrosive."

Celebrating 30 Years at Step I Dance and Fitness

Awesome day! I'm usually on the Fitness side of things at Step One, but there is that whole other side of Step One Dance and Fitness that I rarely see, except on days like this. Thirty years! Happy Anniversary!

Alfredo Barreto, Mary Wright, Andres Barreto, and Pepper Von.

Jabbawockeez Class. Jabbawockeez are known for their precision hip hop. Jabbawockeez started here in this studio, at Step One, and they now have a Las Vegas act. I stayed for just the first half, because the precision was making my brain hurt.

Here are a series of videos highlighting the day. The last video, "For Bre" - Part 2 is absolutely-awesome. Look at that video first!

Toast and commemorative remarks by Mary Wright and Pepper Von

“Performance Future”

“Performance Thieves”


Collaboration of three hip hop crews

“For Bre,” Part 1, Introduction by Kenna Wright and start of dance

“For Bre,” Part 2, Most of the dance. Emotional heart of the day.

"It's A Wonderful Life" - Woodland Opera House

Great show by Erik Catalan, Jori Gonzales, and the rest of the crew at Woodland Opera House!

I got emotional when George Bailey stood on the bridge at New Bedford Falls and pleaded "Please! I want to live again!" Because a week ago, out on Highway 50, I was thinking a similar thought!

Renowned Architect Antoine Predock Donates Property, Archives to UNM

Building by building, remaking the Southwest and the world:
“I want students to walk in there and just be bowled over by the sense of the place,” she said. “I want them to leave that studio not just inspired, but much better at their craft than when they walked in that studio. I want their imagination to be opened up to possibilities that they would not have been privy to prior to walking in there.”

It was a drawing class taught by UNM architecture professor Don Schlegel that helped open Predock’s own mind to new possibilities, laying the foundation for his shift away from engineering studies and toward architecture. He ultimately finished his degree at Columbia University and launched his own practice, operating from offices in Albuquerque and Los Angeles.

He developed an international reputation for buildings that fellow architect Thomas S. Howorth – in nominating Predock for the American Institute of Architects’ 2006 gold medal – said “grow out of their unique landscapes, creating, at the same time, symbols that are fearlessly expressive and sincere, simultaneously complex and guileless.”

Amy Winehouse - "I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know"

You're Just Not That Into Politics

If You Are Neutral in Situations of Injustice, You Have Chosen the Side of the Oppressor

I love the thought - apropos for these days of Trump - but I also like the absurdity of the pigeon.

I remember seeing the New Zealand Pigeon, second-largest pigeon in the world, oppressed by its second-growth forest canopy in Westland, on the South Island of New Zealand. The New Zealand Pigeon was made for open forest canopies, but it's miserable today in its crowded new world, remade by loggers decades ago.

Do not be neutral. Free the New Zealand Pigeon. Stop logging. Or trim away some of that undergrowth, or something.

What I Would Really Like Is To See Laura Fraser Cover This Song

I hate this song, but it's growing on me, so by years' end I'll probably love it.

Breaking Bad's Lydia would have a different interpretation, of course, but just as badass.

California Desolation

The rain forecasts for California remain desolate until well after Christmas. Every day, the situation worsens.

Where The Phone Belongs On The Dinner Table

The correct place for the phone is below and slightly to the left of the bread plate.

A Second Chance for Perverts

Try, try again:
For many pedophiles, it’s impossible to make ends meet. These sex criminals are often shunned both socially and professionally, making it extremely difficult for them to find any sort of gainful employment. But now a group called the GOP is trying to change all that: This amazing organization helps disgraced pedophiles rebuild their lives by getting them elected to political office.

If that doesn’t lift your spirits, we don’t know what will.

While most Americans are openly disgusted by pedophiles, the bighearted people over at the GOP seek to help them find decent, well-paying jobs where they can shape national policy. You only need to look at the amazing work the GOP is doing with pedophile Roy Moore in the special U.S. Senate election in Alabama to know that this organization is looking out for the people society tries to put in the margins.

As Long As I’m Not in a Hurry, I Love DMV

Amazing Swedish Sky Display

Ludvig Lundin sends this report of a spectacular Sun halo display, with a 22° halo, parhelic circle, sundogs and a tangent arc as well as 44° parhelia (sundogs) and 46° halo, in Vemdalen, Sweden today, Dec 1 - thank you. Video by @vemdalen

Oklahomans Freak Out Over "Experiment"

What they should do is have lots of Blackhawk helicopters in the air for no reason, hazmat suits, and inexplicable military convoys. Plus occasional rocket launches and multi-colored contrails:
"It's not like we're going to show up sometime in the spring and start spraying everywhere," he said.

Kitty Cardwell, a professor at Oklahoma State University and expert in agricultural biosecurity who has been involved in other Homeland Security projects, suggested that some residents may be worried because of the government's involvement in the testing.

"When you hear 'Homeland Security,' it sounds scary ... like quasi-military people running around in hazmat suits — that seems scary; it seems like a bad science fiction movie," said Cardwell, who added that DiPel is "only bad news if you're a caterpillar."

Those assurances aren't good enough for 59-year-old Alan Newport.

"The thing that really set me off is when they say it's an inert chemical," said Newport, who works for an agriculture trade publication. "It doesn't mean it's safe."

Exciting Marble Race

Dissing Mormons, For No Good Reason

Amazing. Steve Bannon is bossing around people in Utah about who their Senator should be at the same time he heaps contempt on Mitt Romney and the idea of Mormon missionary work. That'll fly over real well in Utah:
Steve Bannon, however, obviously feels differently. At a rally for U.S. Senate candidate Roy Moore in Fairhope, Alabama last night, Bannon attacked Mitt Romney:
“Judge Roy Moore has more honor and integrity in that pinkie finger than your entire family has in its whole DNA,” Bannon said in his 30-minute speech at Oak Hollow Farm. “You hid behind your religion. You went to France to be a missionary while guys were dying in rice paddies in Vietnam. Do not talk to me about honor and integrity,” he said, referencing Romney’s Mormon faith.

There’s a lot of heat in those remarks. He accuses Romney not only of being a coward who lacks honor and integrity, but of being an insincere missionary who was proselytizing out of his own convenience instead of any conviction. Bannon’s condemnation is sweeping enough to call into question the LDS’s entire practice of missionary work if it happens to take place in wartime.

Bitcoin Mining - An Environmental Disaster

Libertarian horseshit on steroids:
No one may be using Bitcoin, but we’re all paying for them. Bitcoin analyst Alex de Vries, otherwise known as the Digiconomist, reports that the coin’s surge caused its estimated annual energy consumption to increase from 25 terawatt hours in early November to 30 TWh last week—a figure, wrote Vox’s Umair Irfan, “on par with the energy use of the entire country of Morocco, more than 19 European countries, and roughly 0.7 percent of total energy demand in the United States, equal to 2.8 million U.S. households.” (As of Monday, the figure had reached nearly 32 TWh.) Just one transaction can use as much energy as an entire household does in a week, and there are about 300,000 transactions every day. That energy demand is more often than not met through fossil fuel energy sources, which, along with polluting air and water, emit greenhouse gases that cause climate change.

In other words, Bitcoins are contributing to the warming of the atmosphere without providing a significant public benefit in return.


Friday, December 08, 2017

Thoughtful iPhone

That's cool. The Photos App algorithm on my iPhone 6S noticed I kept referring to my car crash photos, so it made a nice, commemorative album about my memorable visit to West Sacramento.

Auto Accident Bureaucracies Creaking To Life

CHP? Check. Accident report comes out next week.

CSAA (aka AAA)? Car will apparently be declared a total loss. Still need more info - maybe next week.

DMV? Check. They've been informed.

Medical? Who knows? I'll find out soon enough.

Injury Attorney? Placed a phone call. I'll have my people talk to their people, and we'll do lunch.

There's more going on than I feel comfortable posting about here. Suffice to say, I think I'm in a strong place to start heading down this bumpy road. It can't be any bumpier than the road I've already been on.

My sweater has holes in it where the shoulder belt forcefully prevented me from flying all around the passenger compartment, matching the bruises on my shoulder. I was indifferent to this sweater before. I now love this now-ratty-looking sweater! The holes are survival medals!

Tuesday, December 05, 2017

Learning More About The Wannabe Killer

I went down to CHP to inquire about my auto accident, and received a “Facepage”: a barebones description of it. THREE vehicles were identified as being involved, including a 2008 black Ford Ranger with major front-end damage. I got the driver’s particulars too - name, address - and he’s insured!

Kelly Tow's Commemoration of My Automobile Accident

Kelly Tow heard about my automobile accident, and put together this wonderful commemoration.

Crash Site Location

I have two theories, either of which might be true. I was startled by the sudden appearance of the headlights closing so rapidly behind me. I don't think the vehicle had been there. So, either the eastbound vehicle moved from the center lane into the right lane, or the vehicle entered the freeway at Harbor Blvd. eastbound onramp. It appears as if I was struck right of center, so vehicle may have been moving into the freeway's new right lane (Harbor onbound; Jefferson exit), and would have succeeded if it had been going 80 mph, but couldn't execute at 90-100+ mph. My car's final freeway resting place was here (38.574937°, -121.539045°).

A Visit to the Towing Yard

Here are various views of my car, the burnt-orange 2002 Saturn Sports Coupe, and the small camper vehicle whose right side I raked with my front end as my car spun counterclockwise, before I was able to start reasserting control. Our two vehicles had been going about 60 mph, in tandem, before I got punched by the vehicle that hit me, maybe going 90 mph +. In order to have closed the distance between the two vehicles so quickly, I had to have been going 75 mph as I spun off to the right side of the camper vehicle.

The tow truck driver said the driver of camper vehicle mouthed off to him when he took the vehicle away. She was very unhappy about the whole thing.

Monday, December 04, 2017

I Was in a Severe Car Accident on Highway 50 in West Sacramento

Returning from Winters Theatre Co. "Wizard of Oz" on Saturday night. Tried to stop at McDonalds in Davis for a bite to eat, but the drive-through is too busy, so I proceed towards Sacramento. Thinking about going to the 24th & Broadway McDonalds in Sacramento.

Heading eastbound on Interstate 80 on the Yolo Causeway between Davis and Sacramento, about midnight, and reached the I-80/Highway 50 interchange. Continue on in the slow lane on Highway 50, nearing Harbor Blvd., following behind a slow pickup truck carrying a camper shell. Speed, about 60 mph. The rest of the traffic in the two other eastbound lanes was moving faster.

In my rear-view mirror, I spotted the high-speed movement of two headlights closing very, very rapidly. The movement was so abrupt I suspect the vehicle moved from the center lane into the right lane. Moving maybe 90 mph; maybe accelerating. My only hope was the vehicle would quickly dodge back into the center lane. Can't tell what kind of vehicle it was.


Suddenly, time slowed. I fell backwards. After the seat belt apparently prevented me from flying around the passenger compartment, the seat-back recliner broke. The seat went horizontal and I fell back. Laying down, I experienced the carnival midway ride from hell. My mouth and eyes had debris in them. I was trying to brake - can't find the brake. Thrashing around from a horizontal position, and trying to grab the steering wheel, I apparently remove the car keys from the ignition and threw them around the passenger compartment. My eyeglasses flew off my face. Can't see well. The vehicle is spinning, and the left-front of my car spins into the right-rear of the camper vehicle ahead. No control - just like Dorothy in the "Wizard of Oz," sitting in her bedroom as the house spun around in the tornado. In order to have caught up to the camper vehicle, I must have been punched hard enough to be going 75 mph myself. I finally grabbed the steering wheel, and immediately regretted it. Over-correction; car whipping violently around; car skidding sideways at high speed down the freeway. I'm going to flip! There's the concrete median! Then the car abruptly slows, I step on the brake, and the car stops, facing back from where I had come from, towards traffic, towards the west. Burning tire smell fills the air.

The rest of the vehicles march towards me at highway speeds, barely missing me. They are barely even slowing down. The fast lane is still clear of debris. I'm in the middle lane. People are confused. I'm going to get hit again!

Waiting. Cars zip by. Where are my keys? Why don't my emergency flashers work when I turn the switch on? Why are the headlights still on without a key? Good battery there - a new battery too. Hmmm. Emergency vehicles arrive. Waiting. Windshield wipers work. That's nice. Not terribly helpful, under the circumstance, but nice. No fire. That's a plus. Where are the keys? Is the vehicle driveable? Where are the keys? Where are my glasses? Here's a reflector light in the passenger seat. Whose car does it belong to? Where did it come from? Rear view mirror on driver's door is in pieces. Can I open the driver's-side door? No. Low fuel light is on. Why? That's odd. I should have half a tank - before the fuel tank was destroyed! Crumble glass everywhere, but windshield is perfectly-intact. Air bags didn't deploy.

A few years ago, I came upon an accident scene on this exact stretch of highway about 30 seconds after it happened, before there was any emergency response vehicles present. Very dark. I zipped through broken glass and fallen bumpers at 50 mph and barely-missed several dazed crash survivors walking around exposed on the highway. I'm scared to get out of the car. If I get hit again, as seemed likely, I'd rather be inside a vehicle than outside it.

Oddly, the electric windows still work. A luxury! I open the driver's side window. A woman at the edge of the freeway points at me and with dark anger shouts, "YOU HIT ME!" I bridle at the accusation. "Oh yeah? Well fuck you!" I shout. "FUCK YOU TOO!" she shouts. Feels good to shout fuck you to SOMEBODY, but I reconsider. She's probably the driver of the camper vehicle. I shout, "Sorry I hit you. Someone hit me. I didn't have control." "Someone hit you?" she asks. I can see her processing this new thought.

I try to open the driver's-side door again, this time pushing harder. The door opens. A firefighter sees the movement and shines a flashlight. "Can you walk away from there?" he asks. I have to come to him; he's not coming to me. It's way too dangerous for him to come to me; he could get killed. I get out and walk to the freeway's edge.

The woman is very distressed, and sobbing. She needs her vehicle. She falls to her knees. Another vehicle passes around the fire engine on the shoulder, menacing the pedestrians at 40 mph. "I need my glasses," I ask. "Get back! Someone got hit and killed after an accident just like this several nights ago," the firefighter said.

The woman and I get into the ambulance. We need to decide whether to go to the hospital. She decides no; I decide yes, when I refuse to sign an AMA - waiving any claim after refusing a ride to the hospital "Against Medical Advice." Since I took the hardest blow, I should go. My back is beginning to ache. Shoulder scraped. Maybe from seat belt, but who knows?

Jetta calls, then Steve. Jan wants to come down, but we might not be here when she arrives.

There were two other damaged vehicles farther down the road, but it was unclear to us whether they were from this accident, or a previous accident. Ambulance personnel understood they were from a previous accident. No idea where the vehicle was that hit me. No one is saying anything.

I asked to go to Sutter Medical Center, but ambulance drivers have guidelines directing them to take high-speed collision victims to UC Davis Medical Center instead, because they have a better trauma center. I need special dispensation to go to Sutter, which they grant, because I'm mobile and alert.

Cop asks questions. Police car pushes my vehicle off the road so it can be carried away by the auto transporter. They find my reading glasses. I still need my distance glasses and keys. They eventually find those too.

Cop comes back. "Was there an offset?" he asks. "No, no offset," I reply. "Sounds wishy-washy to me," cop says. Apparently he's hearing contradictory stuff. "Was there an offset?" he repeats. I said, "NO! No wishy-washy! No offset! I was following directly behind the camper vehicle. Not off to the side. No offset." In retrospect, I think the cop was trying to account for the damage on the camper vehicle's right rear, an apparent offset. I didn't get a chance to explain my car's spin. It's hard to be a cop trying to understand a chaotic nighttime scene stretched over darkened highway. Hell, I still don't understand it fully myself.

I elected to go to hospital, just to be sure. And I guess the question whether I’ll buy new tires has been answered.

Blood pressure 160/80: heart rate over 100 per minute. The stress is evident in the numbers.

In retrospect, I think I lucked out. Three or four vehicles were involved. I was stranded in highway lanes as vehicles raced past. More vehicles were almost involved.

I’m surprised the car’s gas tank didn’t explode. One of the last things I noticed before I left the car was the low gas light, even though I filled up 2 days ago. Tank was probably half full. So there must have been gas on the freeway, but strangely I didn’t smell any. Gas tanks usually don’t ‘explode’ that’s all Hollywood, but spilled gasoline can ignite. Either way, fire is no one’s friend in that situation. It's likely that the gas spilled, but the vehicles kept moving.

I’d like to see the car. People were too scared to get a closer look last night, because passing traffic promised instant death.

This is fun. Wheeled into emergency room. Dude looks like one of the performers in last night's "Wizard of Oz" so I ask him how the show was. He finds my question confusing. Apparently not the same guy.

They discharge me as soon as the admit me. Shoulder has full range of motion. Very little pain. They gave me a Motrin. Looked big, like horse Motrin.

Interesting overheard conversations in the emergency room. What a place!

I like keeping my visits to Sutter short and sweet. After pulling crumble glass out of my shoe, it’s time to leave.

Sutter Medical Center. Two a.m. on a rainy Sunday morning, December 3rd. I just barely outside of Bella's walking range. Hell, I'll just walk the two miles home.

Young women in their early 20's chattering on the sidewalk about being drunk and burning off the alcohol on the dance floor.

Surprisingly, no one was in the skeezy 26th Street underpass below the W-X freeway. There's almost always someone there. Especially when it's raining a bit, like the last couple of hours.

Walking home. Figure 8 Salon. Good memories here two years ago with Kamila Emilia and KESFit.

Many thanks to Pepper Von, Barreto Brothers Zumba, LaToya Bufford, Margaret Gidding, Pamela Kay Lourentzos, Kamila Emilia, and others for keeping my body toned, so when the ass-kicking came, I could kick back.

McDonalds Drive-through window, 24th & Broadway. They won’t let me order out of the car. So, off to Pancake Circus

There are some interesting crumble glass cuts on my hand. I guess I was inside a glass explosion.

Nobody was serving, so walked home and ate Raisin Bran.

Can’t sleep, despite sleeping pill. Jarred thoroughly awake. But basically OK.

Well, here’s hoping. My hair has glass bits in it.

Pancake Circus is closed. Inconceivable!

I thought, hell, I’ll get some eggs at AM/PM and cook my own, but they were closed too. WTF!

It’s Sunday morning. Dammit, I’m gonna go to Pancake Circus and get some eggs. With hash browns and bacon.

Surprisingly, Joe the Plumber called, and together, we went to Pancake Circus at noon.