Friday, December 30, 2005

Urban Bravery

Pitcher by Tookie Morris
Unlike our esteemed journalistic colleague, I do not look askance or with vitriolic shock at the continued pessimistic urbanization of our society. Nor do I welcome it with open arms. Rather, I wait patiently for the din and clammer to subside. The goths and visigoths have gone the way of all flesh, as have the barbarians and most of the new barbarians. The values of our founding fathers will persist and even flourish again once the hoi-polloi are through with their exertions. In the end, no one here really knows any better than anyone else. It is only with time and age that things take on the sterling patina of truth. Endurance will inevitably triumph over abrupt comment.
"Nous n'avons pas besoin de regarder avec la nostalgie car ce ne peut pas être nostalgie si vous ne vous êtes jamais arrêtés." -Leonard Sadorf 2005

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Bano del Presidio

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

A Christmas Eve photo, taken right before I hit the buffet.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Influence of Old Tucson

In "Death Wish" (1974), Paul Kersey (Charles Bronson) goes to Tucson to recover from the trauma of losing his wife to thugs.

"You can breathe there," his supervisor tells him.

In Old Tucson, Kersey watches a re-enactment of Old West justice.

Need I say more?

Monday, December 26, 2005


This is called a ring. Four people. Two couples. Usually your partner is on your right and your neighbor is on your left. In some dances, you will actually perform figures (gypsy, swing, etc.) with your neighbor more than with your partner. Ladies' hands are always on top. Tension is vital in dancing. To balance the ring, the four dancers will step in toward the center, then back up until there is a nice tension on the ring.

In a set -- two lines of couples facing each other -- the rings will "progress," and you will continually find yourself with new neighbors.

One dance -- called "Slappin' the Wood" -- is quite fun.

Cheese capital of the world

I saw on the news today something about Wisconsin cheese. Wisconsin is No. 1 in the nation at 2.4 billion pounds of cheese produced annually. Wisconsin kicks California's ass. No. 2 California only produces 2 billion pounds. Probably doesn't taste as good, either. Probably loaded with smog.

"Egads!" Intones Ted as he looks on agog."What could that mean?"

Pitcher by Pootie Tang
"That's a batu shane, my tellie! Sa da tay! Sine your kitty on the seppatown."

Sunday, December 25, 2005

What Really Happened

Leo was nice when he cropped certain elements out of the photo of where I slept Saturday night. I mean, c'mon, the trash can was handy. Leo's kids were nice and tip-toed around and over me. Ah heck, I don't even remember!

How Ted Spent Christmas Eve.

Photos by Leo
" Last night, it only took me until almost 11:00 to make peace with the little white dog. Some chicken drippings and a chew toy were all that I needed. Those, and getting down to the dog's level. I heard on Dr. Phil that it might work, having something to do with psychologically becoming as the dog, staring into her eyes until falling into a hypnotic trance. When I finally came to, an hour later, the dog was in the living room watching "It's a Wonderful Life."
Remember that, Lar. Outsmart the beast. Maybe next time it won't take you so long. Personally, I think it was the chicken drippings, as I woke up this morning with the little white dog lapping the barbecue sauce that was still on my face."

Here I am after the dog cleaned me up. All spiffy and ready for church.

How I Spent Christmas night

I'm working this Christmas Day. Ordinarily that would stink. But AMC is right now playing "The War Wagon" with John Wayne and Kirk Douglas.

Blue Christmas?

I don't think so.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Christmas Alegre

Photo de Leo
Desejando a todos um Christmas alegre e um Hanukkah feliz. Ano seguinte em Jerusalem.

Friday, December 23, 2005

The Mexican photo diary will have to contain plenty of rousing images, no?
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Thursday, December 22, 2005

If this guy isn't the living embodiment of Dean Moriarty, then I ain't Sal Paradise.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

I am bringing Polaroids back into the mainstream. Along with electric trout.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Bowled Over

A man's mind is not always on sex. Occasionally he is stunned by other works of Nature. And he is bowled over.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Photo by Leo

I was tryin' for the old post-cardy kinda look. What do you think? On the way to Mt Lemmon.

Because len was bein' so mean to me last week, I am postin' a picture when I had a few less lbs on me. I still move like a jungle cat, however. len moves like a ponderous hippo.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Needed some color today

Photo by Leo
It's one of those weird desert days, when the solstice approaches and darkness encroaches. Even with 12 hours of blue skies and sunshine, everything seems dismal. I was sitting on the swing in front of the house and had an ache in my stomach, more like above my stomach. It was one of those tell-tale moments when out of the seeming solace and peace comes some anxiety you can't quite explain. With a feeling of mild despair, I got up and quietly went in to the house. I lay down on the sofa and fell into the sleep of the dead. I still haven't awakened.

Friday, December 16, 2005

"...if not for the courage of the fearless crew, the "Minnow' would be lost...

Photo by Ginger

"Ooh, yes. The weather was soooo rough. I thought it was going to curl my ever so perfect hair. Did Mr. DeMille call? I've been expecting him for 55 years. I know he'll call. He said he would.

I got me a marcel wave last night. And a purple sport jacket. $4 at Value Village.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Ho, ho, freakin' ho.

Jolly Ol' Ted

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Yeah, man, I'm PHAT!
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

I am Father Christmas. I literally explode with the cheer and goodwill of the season. Does anybody think I look fat in that outfit?
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Hiverner Soir

Photo by Leo
Quelque chose sérieux pour une hiverner soir. Les nuages se calmer aujourd'hui et les refroidir déserter hiverner c'est approchant. Bonne nuit.

Here's some Christmas cheer for all you guys. God, I can't wait until I can come back and visit. All that talk about going to Nogales and buying cigars and hanging out for the day is making me crazy.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

OK, this one is just for Peggi!
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Monday, December 12, 2005

Ay, Youse Guys!

Photo by Leo
What's all da claptrap about 'rasslin' bein' fake? Youse wants me ta break yer knees? Haw, haw, haw. I heard enough o' yer weenie talk. Ya's got no class an' dat's fer sure. Tell yer sister I sez hi.

My boy was kickin' butt at the high school hop on Friday night. His band did six numbers, including a fine cover of Otis Rush's "All Your Lovin'."
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Sunday, December 11, 2005

'Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid'

"All dames are alike: they reach down your throat and they can grab your heart, pull it out and they throw it on the floor, step on it with their high heels, spit on it, shove it in the oven and cook the shit out of it. Then they slice it into little pieces, slam it on a hunk of toast, and serve it to you and then expect you to say, 'Thanks, honey, it was delicious.' "
— Rigby Reardon, Private Eye (played by Steve Martin)

Friday, December 09, 2005

Sheikh Ted

This kaffiyeh didn't cost me a dime. It was a gift from one of our globe-trotting reporters who recently visited Iraq.

Where's my neck?

Photo by Hannah Sadorf
Here's what a buck'll getcha at the local military surplus purveyor.

Hey, look what a buck'll buy you at the Purple Heart store on Layton.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Another Angle

After 1832, successive owners added on wings. It's called "rambling architecture." My father designed the master stroke, the capstone, some years ago, when he enclosed the south-facing patio.

My Father's Home

This is my father's house. It was built in 1832. I grew up in this house. My father still lives here.


Testing a bounce flash in 2003.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

If You Can't Yip with the Ratdogs, Stay Out of the Henhouse.

I got to the RIALTO early and thought someone had dosed my applejuice. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make a shot to save my soul. When I got inside... got weirder still. I was seeing the walls melt and I could taste the vibrations. The old movie palace rocked, for sure. Standing in the crowd I felt like a field of wheat swaying but rooted in the ground. The intensity of the human drone was huge but comforting. Then those fateful words and the roof almost came off...
"Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you
Tell your moma and your papa, I'm a little schoolboy too..."
Yeah, it's still like running away to join the circus.
Photos by Leo

What Leonard didn't tell us ...

... is what he was actually doing in that booth.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005


"Hey, Lar. Yeah, I'm gonna see some rock and roll. Sure. Yeah. What are you doing? Getting trimmed? Ok. Sounds good. But what are you getting trimmed? You got nuttin' left."
Photos by Leo

Top Films

"To Kill A Mockingbird" is playing now on TCM. WHAT A GREAT FILM. Righteous! B&W. Like "Good Night, and Good Luck." Leonard, have you seen "GN&GL" yet? Hurry up; Chester and I await your verdict.

Remember how the kids spit on the gate hinge to silence it during their night reconnaissance mission at the misunderstood and misjudged neighbor?

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

This looks like a guy I used to work for
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Me an' Leo are in the publishing business. Teddy, I sense you're gonna write a book about your explorations of Arizona pretty soon.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Monday, December 05, 2005

I read the news today, oh boy. About a lucky man who made the grade.

Photo by a Very Young Privvy Tipper
I know it's a few days early, but I just read Theo's Lennon post from yesterday.

More from God's Playdough® Hour

The Other Way

This shows you the opposite direction on the trail from the panorama in the preceding post.

Dusty Trail

This is three photos, crudely spliced. It is impossible for a camera to render the splendor of the Chiricahua National Monument.

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