Monday, September 8, 2008
It was good, but it could have used more paprika.
I like birds.
My dog just farted. Smells unusually bad.
I really like the new season of Mad Men, because the colors are so much richer.
My girlfriend shat on a turtle!
I'm thinking of dying my hair. Not on my head, just the rest of my body.
Can anyone tell me where to find a good borscht in Taos?
I like birds.
Don't you hate it when a booger the size of a mango is stuck in your nose?
Take my word for it, seaweed isn't really like regular weed at all.
Animals seem to like me more than people. My neighbors dog keeps having sex with my leg. At least he's happy with his love life.
I hope no one ever makes fun of my crooked hiney-crack.
I'm thinking of becoming an inventor, if I can just figure out something that will make me rich and famous.
The highest purpose I can conceive of for my life is to spend all my time constantly writing about even the smallest details of what happens to me, what I hear about, and what goes through my head, and to post those random items on multiple web sites where other people will for some unknown reason actually take time read them, and then as a result of all that writing and reading, nothing will happen.
I like birds.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
The Queen is Dead, Long Live the King(s)!
Now that Obama has been crowned the Democratic standard-bearer, and McCain has made his party's leadership formal, will we get to see more action?
Sparks, flares, real fire!
Yes, and it is already starting with the stupid rumors on the web about Sarah Palin's daughter's pregnancy.
The rumors are stupid, the facts of it, though, are a bit weird for the Republican party.
Sarah, Governor of Alaska, and Running Mate to McCain, has a 17 year old daughter who is pregnant. Sarah is an avid opponent of abortion, which is even more obvious now than it was before we knew about her daughter...but what does this mean?
Our kids do what they do for their reasons, not ours. The distractions about this issue are simply that; distractions.
There is so much more media noise in this election than ever before, that I think I will finally go ahead and get that lobotomy I have been saving up for.
Obama's wife, Michelle, gave a good speech at the Democratic National Convention, and she seems like a decent person.
The rest of the speeches, including Barack's, were very good of course. His running mate, Joe Biden's, and Joe's son Beau's, were really well done.
I have always thought Biden was a little more real than that average politico. If these two get elected I will have a good chance to find out whether I was right about that or not.
And it seems that every day brings us closer to an Obama presidency.
The Republican Party can't get a break these days. Their convention was stalled and put on hold while the (nearly) non-event called Gustav caused everyone to run for cover.
All the people left at the convention are just praying now, for whatever. Soon I'll have some thoughts on that event as well.
Power was out in the South for over 1 million homes. But it was almost not even a hurricane anymore by the time it reached New Orleans. Still, Bush and Cheney couldn't be at the Convention if the thing was going to hurt the area again.
Even I know that would never do. They had to appear involved and concerned. And so did everyone else, even those just tangentially involved in politics, emergency care, or the media.
For the Republicans it was a Big Bummer in the Big Easy. And so it goes.
Bill and Hillary did what they needed to for their party at the convention, even though many media pundits wondered on air if they would, and how sincere it would be if they actually did it.
I never questioned whether they would or not, but then I think their interests are served by doing so, not just the interests of Obama and the party.
Bill and Hillary are more influential and powerful the more they help the Democratic Party from here on out. She can run again, and she will find much more success next time if they make nice, and Bill will get huge benefits whether she ever gets the Presidency or not. At the very least, he will be able to pick up more chicks. Or become Secretary General of the UN. Or stay roving freelance Goodwill Ambassador. Or something like that.
The race is close now, the media attention more focused than ever before. If anyone makes a single false move it will explode across our TV and computer screens, and yet, it looks like Obama's race to lose.
But I predicted back near the first of this year that when it counts, in the voting booth during the General Election, many of those people who told pollsters they would either vote for the woman or the black man would have a second of indecision, a hesitation, and they would at the last moment cast their vote for the white guy, because that is what they are most comfortable with.
So now, with McCain choosing a woman as his VP, does it change that dynamic?
But I have no idea how.
A black guy and a white guy - versus - a white guy and a white woman.
It still could go to the old white guy, but I'm not quite ready to say that's my final answer, Regis.
People surf in Alaska! We met some young volunteers with AmeriCorps who work there on government owned park lands, and surf on their days off. And the guy in the photo below, Ben Yenter, lives there full time and surfs year round (in a wetsuit in summer and a drysuit in winter). The owner of Alsek Air Service, who flew us on a tour of the glaciers and mountains around Yakutat, also surfs all year. Could be the same guy, I'm not sure.
Several of the tallest mountains in North America can be seen from Yakutat. Very small, about 700 people, but a great place to visit. The people there were all very nice and easy to talk with.
The locals are few, but tough. The weather is usually cloudy and raining, sometimes worse, and that is in the good half of the year. The rest of the year it is icy and snowing. They got around 8 - 10 feet of snow this year.
We took with us on the plane trip up there a new, bright orange life preserver ring for a fishing boat that needed one in Yakutat. TSA personnel were actually amused, as were most of the flight attendants and crew we ran into in the Portland, Seattle and Anchorage airports. A few other passengers stopped us to ask why we brought it as well. People thought we were just a little more afraid of flying than the average passenger. I told everyone it was my version of a security blanket.
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We had a really good time in Rock Springs, Wyoming, which is in the southwest corner of the state. It was the home of Butch Cassidy before he joined the Sundance Kid and formed their gang. Butch was employed in Rock Springs, as a... you guessed it! A butcher! That is how he got his nickname. The gang had a hideout near the town for years.
In the early 1970's, the town was suddenly flush with oil and oil money, and there happened to be some corrupt local and state politicians who took advantage of the money and the times. They took bribes and allowed a lot of gambling, prostitution and drugs, among other things.
We talked with a guy whose best friend started managing most of the prostitutes when he was 17 years old because his father, who had been managing them, was murdered.
The scandalous times lasted until about 1983, when the oil money slowed drastically, and most of the major crime and political problems went away as well.
No politicians were ever convicted of a crime, and some residents still wish it was a wild town like it was during that decade.
We we there during the Sweetwater County Fair in Rock Springs, so we had to go. We watched calf roping, herd cutting, and all kinds of stuff. We actually had a great time at the fair. People there were really nice as well. About everyone we met in that town was friendly.
And at the fair we got to see a concert by:
They were great! It was an excellent concert outside of an enormous and lively beer garden, and after playing for a couple of hours, they stayed for a couple more hours signing anything any fan wanted to bring up, and talking with anyone who stayed around. Nice guys.
That's enough for now, I'll catch up a little more later...