Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Little Things You Notice
Saturday, August 11, 2012
The Old Corral
I had forgotten to mention another of our neighbors, who came from "back east," and was on a disability pension, and how a rental car could be spotted on most afternoons parked across Route 66, across Interstate 40, on Rincon Loop Road, its occupant studying our neighbor's every movement via binoculars.
There was also a little bar up the highway, on the thin stretch of land between Old 66 and I-40, the Outrider Saloon, where many an evening was spent listening to local bands playing country music, but never really having learned the Cotton Eyed Joe or the Texas Two-Step, just an observant lurker. It's now a bare patch of land, used by the highway department for staging construction materials.
Then there was Woody's Truck Stop, further up Old 66 on Sedillo Hill, frequently visited for coffee late at night, especially on stormy nights, along with a few songs on the juke box, the kind that had those little stations at each booth. I could swear they put speed in the coffee pot, its jolt was that strong. Alas, it too is long gone, just a bare patch of dirt near the I-40 off ramp.
It's not the finery that we miss from our youth, but the ordinary things that meant so much to us at the time, in whose passing we lament not having documented them more fervently, now mere memories.
(Typecast via Remington Ten Forty, photos via Lumix G1, 14-45mm Lumix lens.)
Sunday, August 05, 2012
Postcard From the Middle
Not only is the real world messy, but so are my thoughts, at times. At the very least, this was an honest - though faulted - attempt at exploring the limits of theoretical absolutism and one of its contributing causes, our philosophy of technology.
The Man Cave, it's a dangerous place, once one's thoughts are permitted to wander. Composed last week, and left to age for a few days, via Remington Ten Forty.
Oh, and I never did come up with a good replacement term for "analogue". Which is perhaps fitting.