State Highway 19, Alex, OK 73002
I was hot-footing it through Oklahoma in the snow and rain when this stopped me in my tracks.
The prize at the end of the day was meeting Cindy, Amy, Daryl and Deron. A sweet conclusion
to a trying day.
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If you’d asked me a week ago what color Andrew’s eyes are, I couldn’t have told you. Now I’ll never forget.
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Uh-Oh
Anybody seen Deron in the last hour?
In Ike’s Wake. US 87, Port Bolivar, TX 77650
The stink of mortality
Today Deron took me to the dump, where he and I heaved out a Jeepful of my late mother’s detritus as a thousand gulls swirled about us.
Ice. W San Antonio St, Marfa, TX 79843
I’m going back
to Texas tomorrow, y’all. For a week, anyways.
Big party on Dutton Drive. The last waltz. The final hurrah.
“Hey, my mom’s not at home. You wanna come over?”
AAA Restaurant, US 287, Palestine, TX 75803
It was empty and insecure. The temptation was too much.
Chatroulette, Texas
Other hotbeds of connectivity can be espied here.
Beer On Demand. US 281, Alice, TX 78332
So, I was in Alice, TX. I stayed at a Best Western and ate at a rather nice Mexican restaurtant with a Mexican waitress who would melt your heart. I feel odd saying she was Mexican, but, she was. She asked where I was from and told me she wanted to travel and would love to nurse. I told her that we were screaming out for nurses in England and that if she did some basic training she would get a job real easy in the UK. She was just delightful and so when she was next at the table I asked her if she might like my email address and then if she wanted any information or help she could email me and I’d try and help. She said to me – “I’m not sure how I would do that.” I could have wept. I gave her my email anyway and she said she’d find out how to email.
I fear I may never hear from her, but, she sure made my day.
The Middle East — Blood
A friend just introduced me to The Middle East. This track is mesmerizing.
Ford Galaxie 500, US 37, Butterfield, MO 65625
Thunderbird Motel, US 67, Marfa, Texas
This place seemed to access a part of me that I thought was off limits.
So
I stumbled on a Dallas Tea Party rally yesterday.
Update: Cindy, I did get one good shot.
urban skiing
In Pittsburgh, we don’t get two-plus feet of snow in 24 hours – but that happened two weeks ago. And some people knew what they should do… (via @woycheck and @schulman)
Two Important Things I Learned Last Night
1. If something delights Sheila, she snorts. If the delight continues, she really does get down onto all fours and commences to cough.
2. If you give Deron a taste of coconut ice cream, he will make a face and spit it into the sink.
Also of note: We have 11 ladybugs in our bathroom.
pop-up restaurants
By taking advantage of underused kitchens, pop-ups allow young chefs, many with experience in San Francisco’s most highly regarded restaurants, to experiment without the risk of bankruptcy. And unlike underground supper clubs, they’re completely legal.
from the sacramento valley
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There’s an Explanation for That
Vice Magazine, like everyone else, is checking the Creation Museum off of their to-do list. The above snapshot is from the museum’s explanation regarding the inevitable incest that would befall the family of a literal Adam & Eve.
It seems like science you could hang your hat on.
Thank you, Cindy.
Not only is Cindy Scroggins a performance artist, but she is an information specialist. If ever you are looking for lodging in the Dallas area, you just call up Cindy. She will not steer you wrong.
At The La Quinta Uptown, some of the rooms have heat. Mine even had hot running water for two or three minutes. If you want to wash but your timing is off, you can fill the sink with cold water, then add water you’ve boiled in the coffeemaker and give yourself a whore’s bath.
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Jason remembers his father flying
Like when he made a crosswind landing in a Cessna 172 ahead of an oncoming storm which we later learned had spawned some tornadoes while running a bit lower on gas than was generally acceptable by the place’s captain. He’d already attempted one landing, aborting after the wind dropped us like 10 feet in half a second while about 30 feet from the ground. The sensation of that crosswind landing — of gliding over the runway twenty feet off the ground at ~60-80 mph while pointed about 30 degrees off axis and then, just before touching down and presumably tumbling down the runway wing over wing, straightening out for a surprisingly gentle landing — was one of the freakiest things I’ve ever experienced, partly because I wasn’t scared at all…I knew he’d get us down safely.
reg’lar day
Lookin’ out my back door.
It’s kind of wimpy for this time of year, as we had a big thaw a few days back.
For Cindy
This is how it will be, our new life.
The death of Jermyn Street
I had just settled in my easy chair when a key turned in the lock and a nattily-dressed man in his 60s let himself in. He held a bottle of Teachers’ scotch under his arm. He walked to the sideboard, took a glass, poured a shot, and while filling it with soda from the siphon, asked me, “Fancy a spot?”
“I’m afraid I don’t drink,” I said.
“Oh, my.”
This man sat on my sofa, lit a cigarette, and said, “I’m Henry.”
“Am I…in your room?”
“Oh, no, no, old boy! I’m only the owner. I dropped in to say hello.”
This was Henry Togna Sr. He appears in a Dickens novel I haven’t yet read. I’m sure of it. He appeared in my room almost every afternoon when I stayed at the Eyrie Mansion.
—Roger Ebert, “I met a character from Dickens,” Chicago Sun-Times, February 5, 2010
(Via @davidmoldawer)
Shackleton’s Whisky
Five crates of whisky and brandy belonging to polar explorer Ernest Shackleton have been recovered after being buried for more than 100 years under the Antarctic ice, explorers said Friday.
The smell of whisky in the surrounding ice also indicated full bottles of spirits were inside, albeit that one or more might have broken.