July 13 Gila Monster Day

If Dry Gulch Gary sees his shadow its 6 more weeks of 90 degree days.

Click for pictures of this book

If you want a glimpse into depression era sharecropper tenant families, this is your book.

Today's Schedule

7:00 Eat Rotten Peach
7:05 Check Kittens running around, envy their carefree ways.
8:00 Watch Amy Goodman talk to charismatic leader.
9:05 Harbor simmering grudge against various people.
9:10 Go outside, notice pleasant Plumeria smell in the air.
9:11 See a beautiful orchid-like flower. Carefully remove the pollen from the stamen to allow the plant to focus more on air sun and water instead of diverting all its resources to reproduction. Flower french kisses me. Tastes like rotten peaches.
9:30 Plot nefarious plan to extort money from banking system using an Electro-Magnetic Pulse.
9:45 Phone in a phony Paper Order for a truckload of "24 Weight"
10:15 Have reasonably satisfying talk with bastard neighbor.
10:46:07 Kill mosquito.
10:47 Ponder how biological systems made my face. Pick a zit.
11:00 Sell old copies of "Time" under Bridge overpass.
11:10 Relive yesterdays dream. Want to die. Realize I'm dead already.
12:00 Have cucumber. Watch kittens with envy.
12:30 Consider honor of work over the ease of typing blog. Continue writing.
1:00 Take internet siesta with churros y freako baby.
1:30 Imagine Angels sleep like bats.
2:00 Placed Updike at cusp of excellent novel writers for controlled constraint of present tense. Engineer new golf ball with mushroom fountain in dimples.
2:30 Write screenplay for superhero movie. Call Dad.
3:00 Straighten drapes.
3:30 Bridge philosophical gaps.
4:00 Listen intently.
4:30 Call girlfriend from High School to tell her I'm sorry I didn't make out with her that time I was having a bad trip on weed. Pick teeth.
5:00 Wrap it up.

Tattered Flags

May I make a suggestion for a new National Anthem. Sousa's ballad is quaint, and it captures a resilient spirit under fire, but it should be played after community events end, not before, with it's great prologue about rockets and bravery, you know, after all the raucousness and sweating has taken place. Generally, before the events, people want to get stoked about the entertainment about to ensue. My suggestion here of Aerosmith's Make It is one of many that could be considered, but I chose it for several reasons. For one, it is a from a flagship album of the iconic 70's era of music, when Boston rocked, the moon was fucken ours, and the future wasn't all about some phony patriotism flying in the face of corporate multi-nationalism (before reality hit.) It has a quick intro beat, not too hard for run-of-the-mill bands to repeat, and it's lyrics lend a a little motivation to the performers and choreographers of the events. Wouldn't you love to see our Gold Medalist up on the podium at the Olympics giving a whinny to the Bronze medalist as Tyler belted out "Bedwetter pull yourself together now, What have you got to lose." It also encapsulates the incredible anxiety in our society and among the younger generation now. I realize I'm stepping way over the bounds of polite conversation here when I insinuate that this country could have made a mistake with the Divine Providence, and somehow our solipsistic greatness could have a weak link, but nothing is constant except change. 

You are Welcome