Thursday, November 30, 2006

wilderness pool


If the wilderness was good enough for Moses and Jesus, then it is good enough for me.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Another Offering

Yoiks. The archives are overflowing. Newly re-discovered art of a high degree has surfaced, bringing to yet another generation images of the halcyon days of youth.Photo by Leo
Here pictured is the ever-youthful Mike, "The Woz", Wozniak. Cameraman for a PBS affiliate and charter member of the daring-do f2.8 photographic consortium, Woz is remembered as the winner of the first f2.8 best of show trophy for his print of nothing particularly memorable, except than when he developed the print, he immediately dried it and sealed in black plastic until the contest, skipping the fix and final rinse. Lo and behold, as we critiqued the images of the night, Woz's print changed colors under the bright light and slowly faded to black. A true piece of performance art for which he will long be remembered.

Visions of the Past

Photo by our friend Jan @ Security S&L

Photo by Leo


Monday, November 27, 2006

XXX

Photo by Leo 1979

This little operetta was on the radio yesterday after I read the Chronicler's post
I. Paradise
Boy:I remember every little thing As if it happened only yesterday Parking by the lake And there was not another car in sight And I never had a girl Looking any better than you did And all the kids at school They were wishing they were me that night
And now our bodies are oh so close and tight It never felt so good, it never felt so right And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife C'mon! Hold on tight!C'mon! Hold on tight!
Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Girl:Ain't no doubt about it We were doubly blessed Cause we were barely seventeen And we were barely dressed
Ain't no doubt about it Baby got to go and shout it Ain't no doubt about it We were doubly blessed
Boy:Cause we were barely seventeenAnd we were barely dressed
Baby doncha hear my heart You got it drowning out the radio I've been waiting so long For you to come along and have some fun
And I gotta let ya know No you're never gonna regret it So open up your eyes I got a big surprise It'll feel all right Well I wanna make your motor run
And now our bodies are oh so close and tight It never felt so good, it never felt so right And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife C'mon! Hold on tight!C'mon! Hold on tight!
Though it's cold and lonley in the deep dark night I can see paradise by the dashboard light Paradise by the dashboard light
You got to do what you can And let Mother Nature do the rest Ain't no doubt about it We were doubly blessed Cause we were barely seventeen And we were barely--

We're gonna go all the way tonight We're gonna go all the way An tonight's the night...

Radio Broadcast:Ok, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going here, two down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth, there's the wind-up and there it is, a line shot up the middle, look at him go. This boy can really fly!He's rounding first and really turning it on now, he's not letting up at all, he's gonna try for second; the ball is bobbled out in center, and here comes the throw, and what a throw! He's gonna slide in head first, here he comes, he's out! No, wait, safe--safe at second base, this kid really makes things happen out there. Batter steps up to the plate, here's the pitch--he's going, and what a jump he's got, he's tryingf or third, here's the throw, it's in the dirt--safe at third! Holy cow, stolen base! He's taking a pretty big lead out there, almost daring him to try and pick him off. The pitcher glance over, winds up, and it's bunted, bunted down the third base line, the suicide squeeze in on! Here he comes, squeeze play, it's gonna be close, here's the throw, there's the play at the plate, holy cow, I think he's gonna make it!

II. Let Me Sleep On It
Girl:Stop right there!I gotta know right now!Before we go any further--!
Do you love me? Will you love me forever?Do you need me? Will you never leave me? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife? Do you love me!?Will you love me forever!? Do you need me!? Will you never leave me!? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life!? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife!? I gotta know right nowBefore we go any furtherDo you love me!!!? Will you love me forever!!!?
Boy:Let me sleep on it Baby, baby let me sleep on it Let me sleep on it And I'll give you my answer in the morning
Let me sleep on it Baby, baby let me sleep on it Let me sleep on it And I'll give you my answer in the morning
Let me sleep on it Baby, baby let me sleep on it Let me sleep on it And I'll give you my answer in the morning
Girl:I gotta know right now!Do you love me?Will you love me forever?Do you need me?Will you never leave me?Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life?Will you take me away and will you make me your wife?I gotta know right now!Before we go any furtherDo you love me?And will you love me forever?
Boy:Let me sleep on it Baby, baby let me sleep on it Let me sleep on it And I'll give you my answer in the morning Let me sleep on it!!!
Girl:Will you love me forever?
Boy:Let me sleep on it!!!
Girl:Will you love me forever!!!

III. Praying for the End of Time
Boy:I couldn't take it any longer Lord I was crazed And when the feeling came upon me Like a tidal waveI started swearing to my god and on my mother's grave That I would love you to the end of time I swore that I would love you to the end of time!
So now I'm praying for the end of time To hurry up and arrive Cause if I gotta spend another minute with youI don't think that I can really survive I'll never break my promise or forget my vow But God only knows what I can do right now I'm praying for the end of time It's all that I can doPraying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you!!!

Sunday, November 26, 2006

nobody paved paradise



nor did they put up a parking lot



I took this photo in Portal, Arizona, on the eastern side of the Chiricahua Mountains. Spectacular region.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

where i will spend thanksgiving



I will backpack in the Chiricahua Wilderness again. It is my tradition. It's the kind of place that prompts one to spontaneously express joy at G-d's awesome wonders.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

mountainside restaurant




Here's how I rate the best restaurants on Arizona 92, south of Sierra Vista:

1. Adobe
2. Ricardo's
3. Mesquite Tree

Monday, November 20, 2006

holy man of brown canyon


If a cougar ever leapt upon Dave's back, it would be thwarted by the hard case of his guitar.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

fierce cats


Cougar. Puma. Mountain lion. They are the same thing.

This photo was taken in the 1950s and 1960s. These cats were killed in "Brown's Canyon." This canyon is one of several that are surrounded by 9,600-foot peaks on the breathtaking eastern flank of the Huachuca Mountains of southeastern Arizona. These mountains are also notorious for their labyrinth of smuggling routes from Mexico.

But the mighty cougar ...

-- The cougar can run up to 45 mph.
-- It can leap 20 feet from a standing position.
-- It can jump vertically 8 feet. (One was seen jumping 12 feet into a tree, while holding a deer in its jaws)
-- Males can be 8 feet from nose to tail and average 150 pounds in weight.
-- Their life span in the wild is about 10 years.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

oktoberfest at the elks

German potato salad, sauerkraut, a brat and a beer. Delicious.



Sunday, November 12, 2006

Arizona Folklore Preserve


If you have not yet taken in a cowboy poetry performance at this venue -- then, I'm sorry -- you have not yet experienced all the treasures that life has to offer.

I might add: Dinner at the Adobe Southwestern Cuisine afterward was simply scrumptious.

silly sibs


endless energy


makers of camera batteries will never be able to outpace youth

Saturday, November 11, 2006

leo's kids


cell phone photo by theo

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Bluetooth and Turquoise

Headin’ out from Mesa
Valley of the Sun
No stoppin’ for cerveza
On this midnight run

Baby calls me “Daddy”
Calls on my new Bluetooth
“Come and see me sometime
Miss you, that’s the truth.”

Turquoise ‘round her neck
Squash blossom on her heart
Bluetooth in my ear
We were fools to ever part.

Runnin’ up to Window Rock
My baby’s on my mind
Chasing home my dreams
Livin’ on Dineh time.
Ain’t been there with her
Since Bluetooth came around
Runnin’ up to Window Rock
I ain’t Chinle bound.

Baby calls me up again
When I hit ol' 254
Highway takes me home
Ain’t wandering no more.

Baby says “I’m waitin’”
Says, “Daddy what’s keepin’ you?
I been waitin’ here all lonely,
Lord knows I’m feelin’ blue.”

All of a sudden another call
Hits my new Bluetooth.
Baby up in Window rock cries
“Daddy, tell the truth.”

Runnin’ up to Window Rock
My baby’s feelin blue
Her sister’s callin’ me and now
I can’t tell what to do.
Her sister’s got a razor
A little bitty phone
She’s callin’ me to meet her
Lord, I ain’t never getting’ home.

I turn around my Mazda
on old 254
St. Michael’s is behind
Ain’t ahead of me no more.

Goin’ to the interstate
Fast as I can go
Winslow’s my destination now
Still too far I know.

Turquoise ‘round her neck
Squash blossom on her heart
Bluetooth in my ear
We were fools to ever part.


chris


Chris is a custodian at my office. He is an expert on floor care, having practiced his trade for more than 30 years, including such places as Walter Reed U.S. Army Medical Center in Washington, D.C., where he was in charge of THE cleanup crew. Chris grew weary of mopping up after bloody surgeries, and so he moved to Nirvana (the great Southwest) like Leo and me.

Chris was an Army combat medic in Vietnam. We don't go there very often.

A Shreveport native, Chris is conversant on spiritual things, UFOs, the blues, professional basketball and football, and many other topics.

Chris and I agree that one day he and I will get to enjoy the ultimate waxed-and-buffed floor: the promised Streets of Gold.

Yes, gold so pure that it's transparent. Chris taught me that a properly stripped, waxed and buffed floor will significantly enhance the lighting in a room.

Can you just imagine those Streets of Gold? Chris and I can.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

bling


I'm wearing my recently-acquired Native American turquoise-and-silver bracelet and my Bluetooth® wireless hands-free headset for my cell phone. Bluetooth® is so amazing that I think somebody should design the earpiece as a gadget that is part of the phone design, but detachable. It would be like a shuttle leaving the mother ship. Everywhere my cell phone goes, my Bluetooth® goes with it.

My bling — sort of a merger of ancient traditions and Star Trek.

Monday, November 06, 2006

OK, I get it.

Another Leo Sprint Camera-Phone Shot
I get the point.
When I started this blog business, I envisioned it as sort of a corporate effort. Kinda like the Bowery Boys meet the Merry Pranksters or something. Somehow, we/I have strayed from the initial premise and become rather erudite. To get back to those humble beginnings, I'd like to share this short story....
A duck goes into a bar and orders a beer. The bartender, astounded, asks wheer he's from.
"I hang drywall at the building site across the road", responds the duck.
"Wow!" says the bartender. "Have you ever thought about going to work for the circus?"
To which the duck replies, "The circus? What the hell would they need a drywaller for?"
###
The Photo? Means absolutely nothing.

chew on this

This is very tasty candy. This particular brand is made in Japan, but is popular throughout Southeast Asia.


See, Leonard? Nothing effervescent, sardonic and witty there. Hey! It's a blog on a free site. What do you expect? So, c'mon. Get back to the everyday stuff. If I want Melville, I'll go the library and read Melville. Besides, Melville is certainly not making other plans OR having a life that is happening right now. There! How's that? Existential enough for you?

HEH HEH :-)

Oh, and, Botan Rice Candy has a free stick-on tattoo inside every box.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

squeeze the lemon


These cute little lemons can be found on trees at the University of Arizona campus in Tucson. They are very sweet and juicy.

Here's a simple recipe: Squirt a little lemon into a glass of Coca Cola. Serve chilled.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Into the Sun

Sprint Phone Photo by Leo
Sometimes you don't have any choice but to keep pushing forward. Face it, going back is out of the question, no matter how tempting, no matter how humbling. All you can do is scream forward, caution to the wind, ride this thing 'til the wheels fall off and burn. There's no escape and as Brother Morrison intoned, no one gets out alive. I figure people can talk about me plenty when I'm gone, but I also know it will be a short lived discussion. The dread of the day will inevitably win out over my tawdry pile of sins.
Nope, no time to hide. Just forward, into the heart of the sun.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Benedictus



Ok. I get it. I've been remiss, neglegent in my postings at this esteemed conclave of memorabilia and nonsense non-sequiturs. Sometimes a guy has just nuttin' to say. The stresses of having to produce on demand are overwhelming, even for a macho guy like me. Seems if it ain't the women wanting me to come across, it's the likes of The.Chronicler wanting me to be effervescent, sardonic and witty. Then Spoke goes and swallows his gum and the whole place is in an uproar, a world gone wrong yearning for new insight and smart repartee.

As I have long noted, us wordsmiths are a touchy bunch. The call of the ambiguous is always in the back of our minds and the misperceptions of the huddled masses push us to the brink of insanity. I think that it started when entertainment stopped being entertaining, reality programming destroying forever the escape from dour existence. Made for Television movies about real people's sad stories, contrived relationships in Bora-Bora or some soundstage in Burbank, crime scene investigator shows that don't do the whodunit like the old days but instead become vehicleees of the new pornography, titilating the viewer with cruxified rape victims in prime time. Truth, truth, truth... Is reality really enterrtaining? Bah. I think not.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Where is Leo?


Leo don't post here no more.


This is an ancient Maori ceremonial axe made from greenstone and attached to an ornately carved handle. The toki pou tangata was a pre-European tool normally made of stone and used for chipping. Today these distinctive Maori items are internationally recognized for their fine craftsmanship. As an historical artifact, the axe commemorates its origins and captures a piece of New Zealand�s history.

Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

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