Karma snapback?

Senator Craig & arresting officer

Perhaps I am merely and maliciously participating in the smearing of an outstanding, selfless public servant. After all, one of my nicknames in college was The Shark. I'm not proud of that. I'd chalk it up to teenage angst but some would argue that I still have tinges of, mmm ... shall I say ... a razor tongue. I'm workin' on it. In any case, I can't help but comment on the huge karma snapback certain sexually hypocritical Republicans are enjoying after crucifying Clinton for his hypocritical sex and lies; sort of a "first stone" kind of thing. Oops, now I'm making karma for myself. I'm traaaapped.

Anyway, check out this dramatic reading of the police report on the arrest of Senator Larry Craig in that airport men's room. Paul Hipp posted it at Huffpo. It's verbatim so what's the harm? And it's hilarious. I'll say one thing. If Larry is a two-faced liar using his senatorial power to crush his fellow homosexuals to garner votes from conservative Idaho voters, he has got good taste. That undercover agent is a cutie.

(scroll down to the audio link)

Idahomosexual Public Service

Looking up and back

I am lying on the floor of my office looking up at the small, square ceiling wondering if the room is ten by ten or twelve by twelve. It is afternoon and the window is open. The shade is half down and outside pigeons are arriving and departing like small, squeaky airplanes. They come to graze, bathe, to nap in the dirt. When they suddenly all take off together it is in a nerve racking rickety flap. They are too big for the space but I need them. Otherwise, this room is too small.

Last night I did a search on one of my former names and found a couple of articles I wrote back in '78 when I was in ISKCON. This was during the height of my fanatic phase and I was a staff writer and assistant editor for a fledgling, mostly in-house journal. To my great surprise, the articles were posted by a former acquaintance who, in those days, was more proud that he could spit through his teeth and temporarily blind a foe than read or write. In my own way, I wasn't doing any better. The articles are stiff and embarrassing and ribbed by a boilerplate philosophy through which I barely squinted at the world.

No, I will not comply! PERIOD

Feet in the clouds, heads in the sand

Desert adventures

I posted some photos from our recent trip at flickr. I'll add a few more later but, if you're interested, these will give you an idea of where we were and what we found there. Photos, Nevada outback.


Also, here's a video of the real life adventure of a lone Nevada lizard ... woo. There were rusting barrels embedded in the dirt near an abandon mine we were exploring and in some there were skeletons of mice and lizards. This was the only one alive. If you look closely, you can see her in the upper left portion of the hole. I put a sage limb down so that she could climb up and escape an otherwise certain death. Hope she got out.

Funny link

A friend emailed me this note: "ok, I know you don't go to the childish, squabbling, st00pid forums that I visit, but still, this is a great take on endless internet forum chatter that you may recognize, and is a pretty damned funny little movie." It is. Internet Commenter Business Meeting


Ps. We're back. Long drive, great trip. I am exhausted.

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Off to Montana in the morning to visit my son. Yay! Back Thursday. Confess your love. Be kind to the birds in your life. Photos forthcoming.

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Nevada mailbox

We're back. I'm exhausted. Did get much sleep last night. It is a delicate decision whether or not to interrupt the piñata party a skunk is having with the garbage bag hanging a yard from your tent. Anyway, here's a photo from the trip. I do love Nevada.

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UPDATE:

It's not an ice box. It's the Tardis. I always knew that police box was phony. The Doctor is too smart to think that people would believe a phone booth then, now or 50 million years in the future but an ice box. Thanks for the hints Barbara and Roy. Of course it's about getting ice cream, anytime ... anywhere.