Time Passes, Everything Changes (Right?)

First of all, my wife and I are fine. Yesterday afternoon a friend of mine and I turned on the gas at the meter and relit our appliances. He wouldn’t take money but wanted a hug. Life on the frontier, folks, and that’s what’s happening here. If you do like you’re told and wait for [...]

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The new solar year began with the winter solstice, and I just uploaded the revised edition of Buffalo Lights to Amazon Kindle. There will be lots more to say about that soon, and Web pages to revise accordingly, as soon as the latest ebook is available for downloading. As some of you may recall, by [...]

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What a great trip! What we basically did was drive for two and a half hours along the Rio Grande to have lunch at Two Fools Tavern, an Irish pub in Albuquerque. The golden cottonwoods, faded but still glowing, were magnificent. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and the temperature was in the 60s [...]

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You’ll never guess what happened yesterday morning around 8:00 a.m, before I did the research and wrote about all this. Before I showed the pictures to my wife, before I went on strike and didn’t do any work, before I got all snurfy over saving $700/month and playing in the dirt: I opened the front door and saw a GREAT BIG BROWN COYOTE in the driveway about 50 feet away!

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Rather than ice and snow or mud, this year we’re tracking in sand. I can almost pretend it’s not winter: the constant sunlight, the clear blue sky without a trace of clouds… Only the single-digit overnight lows and the constantly burning wood stove keep me pegged to the movement of the spheres. The lack of [...]

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Somehow I missed this when it first came out (not very long ago), but here ’tis: an amazing amalgam of statistics that even surprised me, and I thought I was halfway hip, technology-wise…

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Well, here’s another take. And say what you will, this one resonates. There’s a blog called Raging Universe that features seldom-posted intuitive takes on society informed by astrological observations. Whoever writes this is ever-so-much-more careful about their personal identity than I am, so I can’t tell you much there, but the writer is sometimes spot-on. [...]

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My wife says I never relax. That’s probably true. I never stop working (“gotta catch up!”) because I was raised by farm animals and never had a career. Not even as the artist I am, because the morons in charge of my development thought that was for girly men, drug addicts, and people destined to [...]

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