Mon - July 27, 2009With this Ringtone ...... I totally screw up your morning hike
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I took Sammy the curious dog -- and he took me -- out for our morning hike over Thumb Butte. I was on a schedule because I was meeting Victoria, for whom I serve as a glass mule (I'll explain later) to breakfast at the St. Michael Hotel at 9:30. I had an hour to get over the butte, but that's plenty of time if I don't let Sammy sniff the same bush for ten minutes. There was a ringing, or more specifically, a ring tone, in the bushes. Posted at 02:51 PM Read More Mon - July 13, 2009Shadow LandsToday Linda sent me a copy of this rawstory.com blog about a conservative blog
called Free Republic, after it allowed a vicious attack from readers on
11-year-old Malia Obama, such as descriptions of her as a "common street whore,"
and speculation as to "... when she will get her first abortion." A complaint
was lodged by a writer from the Vancover Sun doing research on the conservative
movement, whereupon he was accused of "planting hate speech" and his private
information provided to the readers, all of whom are allowed to keep their hoods
on during their fraternal rituals.
Posted at 04:29 PM Read More Wed - March 25, 2009Postcard From the HangingI just read another piece trying to drum up some
potential candidates for a good old fashioned lynching. I’m talking
about the AIG bonuses, of course. The piece I just read was by Bob Barr, a
prosecutorial kind of guy who is ferreting out a culprit. He’s one of the
guys who prosecuted Clinton for lying about sex. If he prevails we'll all be in
jail, because we're all pretty much alike at ground level.
Posted at 03:12 PM Read More Wed - December 24, 2008A Christmas Letter My First Christmas Letter
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Why? Because I am so addicted to email I don’t send cards anymore. Pathetic but true. Posted at 01:35 PM Read More Sun - June 8, 2008KOWS RadioYesterday I drove up to see Arnold and Karen in
Sebastopol. Arnold has been doing a show on a local public radio station in
Occidental, broadcasting as KOWS. The radio station was upstairs from where the
first farmers' market of the season was underway, and a woman was being
interviewed who confessed to having murdered 500 gophers. There was precious
little sympathy for the gophers if Karen is representative of the women of
Occidental.
Posted at 12:36 AM Read More Fri - April 4, 2008WritingIt's been a week since I've written to you, and
even though I have no idea who you are, really, you can't deny that you just hit
on me. It might be a quick glance and then moving back or home, or you might
stay and look around. What's been gnawing on me lately is why I write when
nobody's paying me for it. And I came across a passage in my current bathroom
book that was relevant. The book is, "Boundaries of the Soul: The Practice of Jung's
Psychology," by June Singer.
Posted at 02:18 PM Read More Sat - March 29, 2008Where's Harold?If I wait until I have time to write I'll not
post again for days, so I'm dashing off a post while waiting for the raspberry
sherbet to coalesce. I just made a pot of grits for the grandchildren -- four
of them -- because they were still hungry after a healthy meal of peas, green
beans, artichokes and elk sausage. I'm not trying to make them turn green; some
of them like peas and some green beans. The elk sausage disappeared fast. I
got drawn for elk this year. I told my daughter. She was appalled.
Posted at 09:29 PM Read More Tue - February 5, 2008Wild PalmsOutside my window, at the Needles, California,
Best Western, the palm trees are getting hysterical from a westerly wind. I am
going to drive into that wind in a little while, I hope. Stephen is driving
from Prescott, bringing my pickup on a car hauler. He's going to pick up the
Saab. It has turned out to be one of those used cars that is visited on us from
disgruntled ancestors.
Posted at 10:48 AM Read More Sat - January 12, 2008Bates MotelAt first the guy seemed pretty normal, Ginny
said. She's trying to find a place to rent in San Francisco that takes pets.
She's got a cat and a pug dog. Our daughter is in San Francisco, now, so Ginny
has moved back to the city after being away for a few years. She was prepared
for its being difficult to find a place to rent, but she wasn't prepared for
George, who puts up a "for rent" sign to troll for innocents.
Posted at 02:37 PM Read More Wed - January 2, 2008Not Without My HandbagIf the child were from an earlier time she might
have called it a handbag instead of a purse. I only use handbag because "Not Without my Handbag" is the title of a
short claymation feature, by Nick Park, which is a great example of dark
humor, and I wanted to link you to it. The child is in contemporary America,
at the bottom of Thumb Butte which we have climbed and
descended, and she has a look of terrible concern. "Where's my purse?" I am
looking up at the butte, knowing that wherever the purse is, it's going to be
uphill.
Posted at 04:26 PM Read More Fri - December 28, 2007Turning Sixty With Mr. EddyYesterday I turned sixty, probably about five
a.m. I was nestled in bed with Linda at the La Posada Lodge
in Winslow, having received as a gift from her a "Fossil" watch, and a card:
"Marriage means commitment. So does insanity." A watch named "Fossil" may or may not be a snide thing to
give a man entering old age. Luckily I received it after an incredibly good
meal which included a whiskey introduction and featured a fine Oregon pinot with
a Churro lamb plate. It combined in my digestive
system sometime in the early morning hour of my birth to put me into a direct
confrontation with Mr. Eddy.
Posted at 06:06 PM Read More Wed - December 12, 2007GiftingLast night about eleven I got a call from a young
guy from whom I bought a guitar a year or two ago. "You said if I ever wanted
to buy it back to give you a call," he said. I didn't remember that but in any
case I told him I gave the guitar to my daughter. "Now I feel embarrassed to
have called you," he said. I told him it was fine, and that I would ask my
daughter if she wanted to sell it. I didn't even think she liked it that
much.
Posted at 04:33 PM Read More Sat - December 1, 2007World Aids DayThis morning the blowing rain woke me up. The
sun was so tired by the time it penetrated the clouds a dull nod of recognition
was the best it could manage, and there was a steady tick of the dog's tail
against the bed; he always knows when I'm awake. This morning I had to be
resigned to his climbing into the bed after we left because he does that when he
doesn't even get a walk around the block. "He can't help it," Linda said. He
looked at me and we winked at the same time.
Posted at 04:18 PM Read More Sun - November 4, 2007Sunday DriveOne thing about heat is that it sucks the water
out of everything, including people. In the mile high city of Prescott,
Arizona, it was bordering on being too hot today when we went out into the woods
to walk Sammy the dog. As we drove out Thumb Butte Road, past the Butte and
onto the loop road posted as "primitive," we were surprised to see that so many
of the dead trees, destroyed by bark beatles, haven't yet been cleared, even the
ones right beside the road. In the distance we saw the plume of smoke rising
from the Ash Creek fire, being fed by similar dead
trees.
Posted at 12:25 PM Read More Tue - October 30, 2007Furby ChristmasBack here where the Furbies
grow
Back here in electric snow Phantom power comes and goes and all I hear is Christmas coming on, I think I'll write a Christmas song ... Posted at 05:45 PM Read More Fri - October 26, 2007External StorageThe last time Arnold and I talked the subject was
external storage. Linda had turned me onto an article by a guy who didn't find
a thing wrong with losing his memory for trivial detail, because he was wired to
external storage where he could retrieve it. He said internal storage has
become increasingly unimportant as we get wirelessly connected into the network.
But as we increasingly connect to the network, do we give up more and more
privacy?
Posted at 02:49 PM Read More Wed - October 17, 2007Just Trying to Be PositiveAt the studio, Clay questions the existence of
secret powers. Arnold gives him legitimate cover, as it is always his habit to
be positive. He's so uplifting he looks like he's about to take off, like a
rocket ship, or else like his body has memorized the repetitive motion of a kid
trying to reach the cookie jar on an ever higher shelf. Jim is thinking, "Why
do I attract conspiracy theorists?" Dan provides the anarchist (this has
nothing to do with the anti-Christ) perspective on society, heaves a Lenny Bruce
bomb and then escapes into the sanctuary of a Rabbi joke.
Posted at 03:24 PM Read More Fri - October 12, 2007Suspicious Minds"What if a swarthy person is suspected of
knowing where an atomic bomb is hidden. Should he, or she, be tortured, just in
case?
(a) No, but enhanced interrogation is okay (b) Innocence is relative and she's not a relative (c) Does anyone have a pair of pliers? (d) What's an oud? Posted at 06:25 PM Read More Fri - September 21, 2007GingerToday I started delving into "Transformations of the Psyce: The Symbolic Alchemy of
the Splendor Solis," by Joseph L. Henderson and Dyane N. Sherwood. I
knew Dr. Henderson when he was in his nineties, and I was privileged to be
accepted by him into analysis. He normally worked only with somebody who had
been through analysis, which I had not. I had an interest in him as a mentor,
and when he asked me what I expected to get I said, "I want to strain my
thinking through yours and get rid of the dross."
Posted at 02:31 PM Read More Wed - September 19, 2007Charley's BirdsI've known Charley Stough
since I was 22, and worked on his weekly newspaper as a writer and
photographer. He served as a mentor as well as a good friend, but after he
moved to Dayton, Ohio, we lost touch for many years. He reconnected through the
blog, and, as it turns out, has become an artist. Below the fold is
"Frigatebird." He writes, "... if it
had any other name I wouldn't need to paint him."
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