Sunday, November 15, 2015

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Tuesday, November 03, 2015

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Not Fourth St: Leaving Home

My mapping program tells me that road I took quite suddenly one morning just about 43 years ago is now 1,695 miles long. From Meadow Lane in Bottom, TX to Bancroft Drive in Monte Sereno, CA, took me 47 hours in my little veedub, whereas the map says it should be done in 26. I also remember it as 1,775 miles. 

The distance discrepancy is probably due to larger diameter tires today, so that a mile is not what it was once upon a time. It's longer, therefore there are fewer of them, due to tire inflation. (Mileage may vary. In fact, it's guaranteed.)

When I drove the road west, I approached Tucson. The sign read
"Tucson - 25
Phoenix - 141."

Okay. A few miles further, having nothing better to do for 47 hours sitting there, I noted another sign. It told me

"Tucson - 10
Phoenix - 116"

which meant not only was I closing in on Tucson but so was Phoenix.

You know what carpenters say about lumber yards. You pay for the sawdust. They cut on the line, or just your side of it, and so your board foot amounts to inches.

Probably some corrupt official in the Federal Highway Department is shaving off miles and selling them on the black market, as black miles matter. Sort of like the Richard Pryor character in Superman III, the accountant who truncated slices of pennies instead of rounding them from a gazillion transactions and bought himself a little red Ferrari with the spare change.  Some brother-in-law is operating a gold mine where a Comanche bead shop once did business in Yuma. 

I regard the pivot into that trip as a conversation within an auto one summer evening headed south on 121.

James Arie is driving the Bad Plymouth while I sip and grin. There are others present. I ask about Existentialism, as James has been away to school, maybe studying philosophy ... or auto repair, for all I knew.

"Does it mean that I cannot improve my lot by skipping out to the coast?"

"It is the shaking off on the empirical level the overlay of doctrine, duty, dogma, and desolation in the adventure of a self worthy as only it can be of both striving and reward, person and chance, regard and reckoning."

"Yes," said Margaret Singer from in back, "but have you considered the power packs of all our cells, the mitochondria? In there, besides protein energy bars, are free radicals whose job it is to wreak aging, to diminish, eventually to destroy all our faculties to get rid of us, to move us individually offstage to ready the next act, to further the experiment. It's the best evidence we have of a power interested in the species or family instead of the individual. It's exactly like Geek mythology."

"I was hoping it meant I could start over on the coast ..."

I did anyway. Worked for me.

Sent from my Fire

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Interior - Neon

A cathedral of glass and tile. The subject is transit.

You will have to check your suitcase. Also your carry-on.
All right. I'm new to this. What duo I sho?
I'll do everything. Just raffle this ticket. Tomorrow there'll be another palace like this. You'll see signs. Follow the one that says'BAGGAGE CLAIM.'
Got it.
Not yet. You do not go there. You place your claim rocket in the recycle bin. You walk away from the palace and you don't look back. You have that?
What happens to my baggage?
It will eventually emerge from the underground conveyer onto the carousel. It will begin to circle then. Round and round it will go, both your suitcase and your handbag. It will go on forever.
But ... Everything I am is in those bags!
Common misconception.
There must be some continuity! I can't just reticent myself every day!
No, of course not. You are six years old, slightly plump, and you study bugs and draw comics.
No, no - well,I have moved on from that phase.
Good point.
But I have places to be, people to meet, I have responsibilities now!
Yes, there will be a princess and a rodeo queen, then a teacher and a ventriloquist.
Hey, wait I know them. I've met them!
Say hello. Have a nice trip.
But ...

... From my KINDLE HDX