Wet spring in Nevada

We came back early from the camp trip. We could have driven to Montana in the time it took to pick our way around the the very elusive mountains near Area 51. Finding a way in was our goal this time but the ground is still too wet. Some places in the state got seven to eight hundred times the normal snow pack last winter and roads are washed out. Crossing and re-crossing flooded areas just tears everything up so we'll go back after things dry out a bit more. We had great weather though, balmy as Hawaii in spite of the night rain. We saw some cool stuff and I took about a thousand photos but the most notable ones were of swami's first ever bath.



On our way out we have to drive through Mina so we always check to see how Lobster Boy is doing. After the state shut down his "desert lobster ranch" about a year ago he dragged an old boat to town and is working on turning it into a classy restaurant. Since last fall he has cut 3 holes in the side and started a deck.




The Wild Kat Ranch brothel just down the road from Lobster Boy seems to be doing much better. They've painted Playmate on the back building and generally spiffed the place up.




Okay, that's it for now. This little photo log will have to be continued later. It's late and we're going to the gym in the morning then I'm meeting with some people from Ash Canyon for a free write. And... the Ash Canyon Review is back from the printer. It looks great. I think we should have gone with white stock for the cover but what the hell. The sandy gold is definitely Nevada.

Downing Street Memo, Impeach Bush

DOWNING STREET MEMO
"SECRET AND STRICTLY PERSONAL - UK EYES ONLY"

This memo is the smoking gun revealing how the Bush Administration connived and lied to congress to get support for his invasion of Iraq. It has the potential of doing to Bush what the Watergate tapes did to Nixon, bring him down. The White House, naturally, denies it's importance. Don't let them get away with it. Impeach the bastard.

"WE ARE AN EMPIRE NOW"
The radicals impeached Clinton for lying about a blow job. What a pathetic waste of time and money. Bush lies and American soldiers needlessly lose their lives. Bush lies and hundreds of thousands of innocent Iraqi citizens are maimed, and traumatized, tortured, killed. This bastard better be impeached!

IMPEACH THEM ALL!!

Off to the mountains

Well, we're off to the mountains tomorrow to camp for a few days in the Great Basin. Swami is so excited about going that he even took a bath. He hasn't taken one since Mexico. Actually, this was his first bath ever, but don't tell him I told you that. Anyway, we did some hard miles in Mexico. He can't wait to go tomorrow. He loves the road. I'm bringing lots to work on as I may not be hiking much. My foot is still sore from last week when I whacked it. So it's late and we're leaving early in the morning but here I sit, pounding out a blog entry. Geez...g'night. Be back Saturday.


The swami in Mexico

Fellowship results

The Nevada Arts Council met today to select the winners for this year's fellowship grants. I didn't even make it past the first cut. Oh well. My poems are rather...mmmm....odd, not tidy little narratives that are so popular these days. Four other poets from the Ash Canyon were there as well so it was fun in spite of the fact that I got the lowest score in the bunch. I did draw about 150 birds though. You may be seeing some of them here from time to time. They are friends of mine from Birdland...of course.
Ps. Happy Birthday Mark! :-)

The American Taliban

Ever wonder what the evangelicals are really up to? They are the Christian equivalent of the Muslim fundamentalists, complete with their own Jihad. Don't believe it? Read what these leaders of the Christian right have to say.

LA in spring

Here's a few more photos from our recent trip to Los Angeles. The baby bird and mother were a block off of La Cienega Blvd, a horribly busy street in LA. The rest of the photos come from either the Getty Museum, Venice beach, Santa Monica beach or near LAX.

Los Angeles...worlds within worlds

I should be tired. I am tired but I can't sleep so here's a few pics from my trip to Los Angeles. We got back this afternoon. Yes, the signature is from a photograph of van Gogh's original Irises. We saw it at the Getty. Fabulous museum. It's free. Go there. I'll post more pics later. Hope you like them.

Lift off; Minerva, Hank and other old friends

Lift off, with the goods.

We're going to Los Angeles for a few days. I should be trying to sleep. We're leaving early. I always seem to do this, stay up late before a trip and have a lot of trouble getting up in the morning. Whywhy? Oh well. No deep thoughts after 9 pm. I left Delicata and Nugget slices of avocado, orange and banana plus the usual dry food and Minerva has a new block of suet. I think she may be a raven rather than a crow. She travels alone which is typical of ravens not crows. Mr. Lee mentioned it the other day and I was only too happy to agree. I like the idea. Ravens are cool and then I get to say, "she travels alone, not in a ......... murrrrrrrrrrrrderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" (of crows). The legend of crows murdering one another isn't even true, as the FAQ points out, but it makes a good story therefore persists. And I am always up for a bit of drama. Minerva, on the other hand, is more into stuffing her beak, although she did fight off a couple of intruder crows the other day.


A few personal deities and friends of mine.


Hank is not in this happy group shot. He's taken to sitting on the top of my monitor, smoking cigars and talking tough. Ducks are like that, especially black ducks.

Feast

Delicata loves sweet oranges.

Heaven on earth
I gave the cockroaches a slice of a sweet, juicy orange the other day. It was a treat after I cleaned their terrarium. Nugget couldn't have cared less. She shot straight back into the dark safe hut. Delicata, on the other hand, loves sweet oranges. If it's not sweet, forget it. She stayed out and feasted, in spite of the fact that it was her first day out in a long time. The two of them have been laying low in the hot hut and we've hardly seen them all winter. I guess this is a sure sign it's spring. Well, and the fact that Delicata really loves oranges.

I liked the photo even though it was blurry so I slapped a couple of filters on it. The glow in the orange reflects the way Delicata feels about oranges, as does the way she is straddling it. All in all, it "captures the mood"... ecstasy. Ever think a cockroach could feel such happiness?

Bush forced to consider reality

Review May Shift Terror Policies

The shift is meant to recognize the transformation of al Qaeda over the past three years into a far more amorphous, diffuse and difficult-to-target organization than the group that struck the United States in 2001. But critics say the policy review comes only after months of delay and lost opportunities while the administration left key counter-terrorism jobs unfilled and argued internally over how best to confront the rapid spread of the pro al Qaeda global Islamic Jihad.

I'm still not expecting any kind of sane leadership from the White House because I don't believe any of them are capable of living in reality. They are high on hubris. They really fucked up after 911 by squandering the world's good will towards us. Did they learn? No. They continue to fuck up. The result? Now to many, terrorists are folk heroes. We all know it, even if we can't/won't admit it. I don't know about you, but that really pisses me off.

We can also thank this swelling anti-Americanism on the Christian fundamentalist, right-wing extremists and their Armageddon wet-dream. Like all fundamentalists, they believe they are "above the law"; forgiveness without accountability. They believe they can steal, lie, even murder for god with no consequences because they are forgiven. It's a lie. For every action there is an opposite and equal reaction. That's a law. It doesn't merely apply to physical nature. It's true politically. It's true spiritually. Bush and Co. don't believe it so they are icons for these one-note, flag-waving, xenophobes with their hysteria, sense of entitlement, and addiction to one-dimensional solutions. Their uncritical, unwavering support of the Republicans is essential to the spread American imperialism.

As a result, our foreign policy is in shambles but karma (cause and effect), unlike "justice", truly is blind. Why wouldn't foreigners fear and/or hate us for swaggering around, waving the world's largest cache of weapons of mass destruction? We thrill at the evil empire in the movies. They see us rolling through their villages. It's so ironic. Bush, himself a military deserter during the Vietnam war, is the world's biggest bully. We can't bomb countries into the stone age and expect people to bless us for it.

To go over the short list again, Bush continues committing us and our children to more and more debt. He whipped up support for his invasion of Iraq by lying to us and continues to lie to us. He is responsible for the ongoing, needless deaths and maiming of thousands of innocent, young American soldiers and hundreds of thousands of innocent people in other countries. Ever wonder why we don't hear much about US military deaths in the news? After all, we are at war. The Bush mandated black-out on causality reports. shsssss......he prefers us to sleeeeeeeeep.....His administration is cloaked in secrecy and is doing everything possible to spy on US citizens...with no check or balance on its power. The guys in the backrooms, who stay in power as presidents come and go, like it like that. Currently, they are doing everything they can to pad the Supreme court with extremist toadies who will support their nefarious agenda's. They will continue running this game until we collectively, emphatically say NO!

Inchworm on a friend's grave

She was my first friend when I left home.


She had an indomitable spirit and kind heart.

Michael Ferguson and Lynne Hughes
The Charlatans, 1965
photo credit: Sam Andrew

It was strange visiting her grave years later.




After he died they buried her dog at her feet. She'd of liked that.

Lynne and her faithful companion

 

Plonk's legacy

Now that it's warm out and we're sleeping with the windows open, the early morning pigeons visiting my bird park are waking us up very early. This morning I shooed them off and promised Mr. Lee I'd stop tossing seed randomly in the grass, at least until things cool off again. Sadly, I've lost track of Plonk in all this. It's a long story.

I have to admit, I'm a bit embarrassed by all the pigeons that drop by for breakfast. I think they're a great bird but they do suffer from a bad wrap. Besides their kind of crazy group-coo (too many horror movies), the problem is that they hang out with humans and have a bad reputation because of it. People blame pigeons for being dirty but the fact is pigeons are just people tolerant. People are the dirtiest, most polluting creatures on the planet but still look down on pigeons. Swans hang out it parks but manage to stay aloof and enjoy a certain mystique. I'm hard pressed to think of one bird more tolerant of humans, other than buzzards.

Seeing so many pigeons outside my window, I have come to a new appreciation for their sense of style. They don't wear drab uniforms. I'm visited by white pigeons, black pigeons, metallic green, purple, silver, and blue ones plus all the regular muted beige, sienna, mauve, plum, yellow, cream colored "ordinary" ones mixed in. That is all.

Infiltrating Bilderberg 2005

Daniel Estulin: Infiltrating Bilderberg 2005



Novus Ordo Seclorum: "New Order of The Ages" or New World Order.
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Why is an Illuminati symbol an official US symbol? While we sleep, the annual Bilderberg Conference works. Could they be aliens bred into human bodies for the purpose of exploiting the resources of our planet and enslaving our population or are they the human manifestation of oil scum, living waste risen from the slit veins of the Earth so that we may all drink and drive? Perhaps they are covert because they are deeply humble and don't want all the love and gratitude we, citizens of the world, would heap on them for all the service they render humankind and all the cuddly animals, if we could. Decide for yourself.

It's done!

I took the manuscript for Ash Canyon Review to the printer today. If all goes well, it should be done in a week. It looks great and is a wonderful read. In fact, we're going to nominate a couple of the poems for the Pushcart Prize. We think they're that good. Well, more later. Got a movie to watch.

No spin zone

If you like hearing the rest of the story, check out zReportage. It's a site dedicated to "telling stories that need to be told."

Workshop, Miles the Dog and Ash Canyon Review

Brewery Arts Center, home of Ash Canyon Poets
The writer's workshop went very well today. We decided we have to do it again soon. Krista's going to lead next time. Some good poetry came out today's session. A couple of poems were nearly ready for submission in the first draft.

The workshop was scheduled for the Comma but the place was closed today due to illness so we trundled over to the Brewery Arts Center (where we meet on Friday nights). There were some interesting people outside the Comma when I first got there though, travelers doing a road trip documentary with their very cool Black Lab, Miles. It's a kind of Travels with Charley thing. They are searching out what there is of non-corporate America and were very surprised to find Carson City is in such a groove. They gave me their card with their URL, but I can't find the damn thing. If you guys happen to read this, send me your address again. I'd like to follow your trip. Thanks.

Ash Canyon Review, draft cover
Also, a quick update on the Review. Susan and I did the (nearly) final draft last night. Rita is proofing it again then, after some last minute corrections to Breakfast with Gothic Girl, we're about ready for the printer. It looks good. If you want a copy, lemme know. We're only doing a tiny run.

Home again

I've spent the last couple of days at the Reno Hilton. Lee's mom was in town and got us a room there so we could visit more easily. It was fun, but nice to be home. I refueled the bird feeders, tossed Minerva some peanuts and now I'm off again for an evening with some Ash Canyon poets. Saturday is our copy editors meeting for the Review and Sunday I do the writing workshop. It's almost like having a life.

Tuesday's amendment following "Blew" Monday

Crap . . . I'm guilty once again of sniveling and this time I even have to make an amends to someone else because of it. This is embarrassing....give me a minute....tickticktick...tock. Deep breath as Minerva lands for her daily popcorn. I owe my daughter an amends. In yesterday's post "I said she said" she didn't. And she called me on it. No door mat this girl and I'm glad of it. I put words in her mouth for dramatic effect. Not ok.

Note to K.: I'm very sorry for the dirty little trick. I tried dragging you into my web-o-lies. Bad mama. Thanks for calling me on it.






Variation on "skeery" house based on a fine drawing from Elizabeth Massie.

Questions without right answers

In response to a question, my daughter said to me the other day, "Why not do it, mom? After all, what are you doing besides blogging about the birds that visit your backyard and tweaking the hyperlinks on your basically dead website? I raised that girl to tell the truth. But is it the "whole" truth? No, if you don't know the background of the question. If you do, she's right. I have a writing project I'm not working on. The new project I'm considering would take time away from that...something I'm not doing. It would take from the time I am currently lavishing on pointless bird stories and web graphics. I say this with a glance to Minerva the crow who is outside at the moment, finishing up her popcorn breakfast. These days she doesn't fly off every time I move in my chair and that delights me. It's the small things. Anyway, I have a decision to make and to be that most obnoxious person who quotes herself, "It's noon at my place on earth."

Surprise yourself

I'm facilitating a writer's workshop next Sunday. By accident. Some people argue there are no accidents but if that is the case then this was happenstance. No doubt about it. Judge for yourself. Ash Canyon was planning to host a workshop/book signing for a UNR professor/poet sometime this month so I called Comma Coffee to see if the 22nd was available. As it turned out, the workshop was cancelled but a writer's workshop was added to the calendar anyway. The cafe print calendar went out with my name on it so what the hell? I'll do it. Come if you can.

Mid night ramblings

Couldn't sleep. Too many ideas running around my head. So I got up, made a cup of cinnamon tea and dinked around on the synthesizer for a while. That was comforting. Now it's just me, the keyboard and candle and, beyond the window, black night . . . edge of the starry, lapping sea. Listen closely. Words cannot go past this point.