STINKING DESERT CHRONICLES — SPRING 2017

 

We will, if not exactly ‘deal’, address (m-o-l) a few items, such as:

TANGENTS, (or co-sighings) THAT THE END TIMES ARE UPPAWNNUSS

The seemingly/seamingly never-ending spiral of doom

& in spite of the above, where (includes what we might “wear”, besigheds frowns) do we go from here?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If need be, we’ll talk about it next post.  I think the photos “say it all” — whatever IT is ~

Thirty minutes beyond Slobbification

Azz izz beeK!umming YoozYooUhl, bennawhile since the pree(dee)vee-ous post, here.  “Nothin’ much going on in Grand Junction” — so the daily nooze-paper headline should read.  “Related stories through-out.”  However, un-deterred (de-turd?) … I went on a (okay: cannabis-aided) hike yesterday, … Continue reading

(It) COULD HAVE BEEN THE BAT – PHONE

(IT) COULD HAVE BEEN THE BAT PHONE Betty and I more-or-less collapsed into the hot tub a coupla/3 daze ago.  The Day After It Snowed.  We had partaken of what a long-lost friend labeled as the essential elements of the … Continue reading

CHOCOLATE … 50% OFF !

Life is, basically, fun.  Basically.  There’s sad, and sometimes a bit o’ mad (both varieties, unless there’s more ‘n two?) and occasional drudgery, tho’ less now than before due to the change in work/employment status. A late autumnal/early winter? reign-bowing, … Continue reading

before the storm before the calm before the storm before

More, from CHUANG TSU / Inner Chapters (trans. By Feng & English)   Confucius said:  Men cannot see their reflection in running water but only in still water.  Only that which is still in itself can still the seekers of … Continue reading

There is only so much

Energy one has in a day?  Sometimes I use up > 100% of what I’m allocated.  So that’s why phat eeg setssin. ¿There is only so much?  Sometimes there ain’t e-nuff.  Not infrequently we may have too much of whatever:  … Continue reading

Not-So-Color(ful)-Wednesday

Betty & I (& dawgz.  ‘n  bikes) drove up Land’s End Road middull of last week.  Our somewhat over-due autumnal fall-colours “Color Sunday” sojourn.  Colorful, none-the-less. All photos by Betty!  None are “enhanced”! Amazing thing is, to get to the … Continue reading

Between things. And not in-between anything

Below, not easy to discern, but an ARCH a few miles west of Glade Park. A way a lone a last a loved a long the Riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay (the … Continue reading

A LONG WAY TO GO — only to find out that the Alamo doesn’t have a basement

(with a BIG nod to “Pee Wee’s Big Adventure”) “Of course you realize that the Alamo doesn’t have a basement,” said Walldough-the-Magnificent.  Well, he didn’t exactly SAY that, but I could tell.  Radiant as he often is, veritably emanating transcendence … Continue reading

Mantis-Excluder Device for Hummingbird Feeders

and other mixcellaneousnesses ~ Below: recently we drove by the (allegedly WW2-era secret) Silos of Mysteriousness, in Glade Park (Colorawdough).  Our pixure don’t do them justice — constructed of concrete, these are relatively HUGE — 50 yards or so in length. … Continue reading