Time Magazine has some great Martin Luther King photo galleries including Rare Photos at Home and Dr. Martin Luther King, JR. Rare and unpublished photographs of the civil rights movement. I’m sure web surfers around the globe would love to see these twice as large. Which is kind of possible, should you take some time to dig through Google Images with source:life.

Some amazing shots including, The Firing Line (large), Military Escort and, pictured above, Conversation… MLK on explaining to his daughter why she could not go to Funtown, a whites-only amusement park: “One of the most painful experiences I have ever faced was to see her tears when I told her Funtown was closed to colored children, for I realized the first dark cloud of inferiority had floated into her little mental sky.” To keep the Time links going, they do an interesting multimedia piece on the assasination of Martin Luther King as well.

On civil rights fronts, there’s been some great content on the two gay marriage cases that are headed to the Supreme Court. A Risky Proposal: Is It Too Soon to Petition the Supreme Court on Gay Marriage?, and Terry Gross discusses with the author, Margaret Talbot, what the decision of this case will mean for gay rights. Margaret Talbot is also blogging the progress of Perry v. Schwarzenegger for the New Yorker. Go go human rights!

Fortune Magazine’s Why business loves Charlie Rose and some interesting words from the article: affectation: a deliberate pretense or exaggerated display. primacy: the state of being first in importance. protean: Exceedingly variable; readily assuming different shapes or forms. seriatim: in a series; one after another. canard: a deliberately misleading fabrication. | The banner image comes from the set of Holga images taken by Susan and myself during last summer’s cross country move.

We had a fantastic time being a part of my sisters wedding last weekend, Congrats Heather & Brian!

What a novel idea, sell your own shoes online! In these tough economic times did Sole Technology stop messing around with overpriced under performing outsourced ecommerce and finally bring it all under their own umbrella?

It looks that way, congrats web dept, nice work!

Two months ago you couldn’t avoid mistakenly searching ALL public calendars, while attempting to search your own calendars. Now the public calendar search and gallery are removed altogether. You can of course still create and subscribe to public calendars, just without any help from the Google Calendar team.

The 2009 sports calendars at MySPortsCal.com can be downloaded, imported and then shared via Google Calendar.

My awakening wasn’t nearly as comfortable as the previous morning, when I was lulled from my slumber by a nearby camper playing his harmonica. That mood quickly changed, as Susan was un-lulled to let him know that in fact if he continued, his fucking teeth would be smashed in by the very instrument he was playing. Forseeably, the next step was a force feeding of said harmonica.

As of this June 16th morning, we have already covered 1,590 miles and are about to do the last leg of the RV trip. Five hundred miles back to our trips origin, the annoyingly persistently nice weathered, Los Angeles. We had the next day off, where we would meet up w/ friends at an Angels – Mets game, coincidentally, the first game with Jerry Manuel as the manager, for one final farewell*. That evening we crashed for the final time, at least as residents of the state, at my sisters apartment.

June 18th we reunited with our much smaller vehicle, our roof rack equipped Suzuki, said goodbye to Susans father and added my brother Adam to the mix, who will join us for the remainder. We took off for Phoenix Arizona, 377 miles to the east, which turned out to be one of the crappiest places I’ve ever been. We took in a Diamondbacks game, spent the night in a hotel and hit the road bright and early, heading for Carlsbad Caverns, New Mexico. In New Mexico, we had planned on camping in Carlsbad but a sand storm that pulled in a couple hours after we did, drove us to a local hotel.

Other than the national park itself, the city of Carlsbad is a total dump. The happening local spot is a Chile’s, where the patrons are grossly obese and display no signs of slowing down. The large, tank-topped woman whom had the pleasure of being in my line of sight appeared to actually nap between her appetizer of deep fried something or other and main course of multiple helpings of deep fried something or other. What a town.

* Fun fact: We’ve now seen Pedro Martinez start for the Mets in NY, Philadelphia, San Diego, Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Anaheim.

After a lengthy food restocking and laundry day in Fresno, CA; we arrived, after dark, at Lodgepole campground in Sequoia National Park. Our name was not on the camp reservation board, but there was a “Helen Keller”, which we assumed was just someones mental block coming out on paper.

I drove the RV through several, increasingly tight, sections of non-RV camp sites before realizing that the streets were not designed for my large scale vehicle. After getting back on track, we parked and watched Everest, the Imax film from the 1996 Everest disaster depicted in the book we’ve been listening to, Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer.

Side note: Signage entering Sequoia is no good. We could not find “General’s Highway” and can not tell the difference between the seemingly random, interchangeable use of “Sequoia” and “King’s Canyon”. Not very usable.

The next morning we moved to our reserved spot. The ranger had in fact, written “Helen Keller” by mistake. First time that’s ever happened.

We took a shuttle bus to the famous General Sherman tree and walked the paved Congress Trail through all the Sequoia trees you vaguely remember from grade school when you see their name. There were an abundance of overweight children and their large scale parents weezing their way up the slight inclines of the trail, from the forest floor below.

That evening, Gerrys fire starting abilities ticked of Susan, as we realized the smolderings would never get hot enough. We ended up wrapping the entire grill in tin foil. Looked like a giant toaster oven. Despite Susan’s skepticalness of how the turkey burgers would come out, they were in fact, quite delicious.

I charged the laptop behind some washing machines in the laundry facility. Apparently, most National Park campgrounds do not have electrical hookups for recreational vehicles. We were still all beat from our backcountry trek in Yosemite a couple of days prior, so our stay here didn’t take us far off the beaten path.

After one night of RV living you’re convinced you’ll own one one day. After two nights, you’re convinced you’ll never set foot in one again. We did manage to cook up amazing meals on every leg of this trip. That shrimp you see in the foreground has been repurposed from last nights subpar Thai dish in San Francisco.

The next four nights were spent in Yosemite, one of them in the backcountry near Moraine Dome. The mere eight mile hike took all day as it covered nearly 2,500 vertical feet. Susan was only 3 months pregnant at this time, so she was still able to carry a full backpack. That’s a joke.

Of the 506 photographs we took in Yosemite, 14 of them are worth showing.