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Thursday, January 31, 2013
Little Big Horn Sheep In The Valley of Fire
This post come to you from an internet vacuum... a desert wasteland deserted of cellular bars and bandwidth, and herbage, too, excepting Creosote Bush. How Creosote manages to grow in the lava rock and sand out here I'll never know, but it proves there is a place in this world for everything and everyone. You just gotta keep look'in till ya find it. I might as well get use to the shit-teh cell and wi fi service given the backwater places we end up in.
Today is the last day of January, I think (wow, what a deep pleasure it is to loose track of time). That should tell you we are in realtime here, if I can just squeeze this post through my one half bar of Verizon.
We are boon-docked amongst colorful lava rocked foothills of mountains, remote from civilization to the point of being invisible to Fed agencies like the IRS and FBI (not that we have anything to hide). And, we are camped only a stones throw from Cowboy Brian and Ms Heidi at their secret boon-dock (not that they have anything to hide). I wonder how an impatient type like Cowboy manages to post his blog in this Cellular environment without blowing a vein in his head... must be the "far country" working its magic out here on what looks like a Martian frontier. That, and he can't get a daily gush of bad news from a signal-less TV set. It is red planet like, the piece of land they occupy. But it's free of charge, obligation, and political balderdash, which suits them fine. Out here, one person is a "majority," and can do pretty much what pleases.
We whiled away yesterday afternoon, facing a low-arcing winter sun with our semicircle of wide-body chairs; me, all decked out in shorts, t-shirt and goose bumps; them, in long pants, coats and un-chattering teeth. It's surprising how little breeze it takes to drop 60 wonderful sunny degrees to a freaking chill-factor of 39. But I'm in Arizona, by Gawd, so I'm wearing shorts, even if this nasty spell of "global warming" freezes me to death.
Blogs. We talked about our blogs, and the fine art of repackaging the "S. O. S." longterm... from places we've already been and shared. How does one avoid re-hashed browns and bring something fresh and new enough to be worthy of a reader's time. We honored and appreciated all of you who come along on our "rides." Speaking for myself, I am occasionally dumbfounded that you come back to my "trough." Even though CowBoy Brian and I have many readers in common, we come from different "denominations." Sure, we're both "christians," so to speak, but one is a "Baptist," and the other is an Assembly of God/ Unitarian/Catholic. It's a hybrid offshoot, evolved from my childhood confusion at being brought up in a overzealous, religiously dysfunctional family, and the propaganda I was force-fed by know-it-all college professors in Hick-Town, Missouri.
Brian makes most of his "living" from his "pen," so his "art" comes with a yoke of "pressure." Mine, fortunately, isn't a matter of "life and death," so I can afford to piss some people off and still have groceries. Brian tells me his income has dropped (near half) even though his viewer numbers are better than ever. He thinks it's due to a mass transition to smart phones and tablets that have yet to decide how and where an ad should be placed on small screens... if at all.
I think sometimes people are in a hurry, and forget to help a blogger out by clicking on an ad that interests them. No, he did not ask me to say this; in fact, he'll probably cut my throat for bringing it up next time we cross paths. But I just wanted to make the argument that if you enjoy a "blog," and want it to stay around for your "entertainment," then you need to support it by "clicking" some ads. My "payment" is all the comments that come from people I don't even know, saying how much they appreciate the daily drivel and photos. Some can't get out and about like they use to, but they still hunger to know, "what's way back in there?"
Just a couple of diehards refusing to die... doing their thing... righting a little piece of a screwed up world.
Have a great day!!!
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