“Now some folks say it’s too big
And uses too much gas
Some folks say it’s too old
And that it goes too fast
But my love is bigger than a Honda
Yeah, it’s bigger than a Subaru
Hey man there’s only one thing
And one car that will do
Anyway we don’t have to drive it
Honey we can park it out in back
And have a party in your pink Cadillac.”
Anybody out there remember when the gas pumps had only one space on the left of the decimal point for the cost of gas? Meaning, no matter what you drove, you could fill up for under ten dollars? In high school, when a bunch of us would cruise the boulevard on a Friday night, we’d all pitch in fifty cents for gas. (Yeah, I’m that old.) A far cry from last week when a full tank of gas cost me almost sixty dollars. Maybe I’ll buy myself a Harley. I see lots of baby boomers these days on bikes. Only trouble is, I’m going to have to be able to raise my leg up and over the seat.
Well, to be honest, these are not actually the sands of the Kalahari. These are the sands of Death Valley. But I figure there isn’t much difference between the sands of South Africa and California. So why did I choose the title of a 1965 British film that I’ve never seen? Just liked the name I suppose.
I wonder if the film is any good?
Any of you too young to understand the allusion to Soylent Green, it is a 1973 dystopian film in which the title refers to a pre-packaged food substitute. Briefly, in 2022, 40 million people live in New York City where housing is dilapidated and food and working technology are scarce. Most of the population survives on rations produced by the Soylent Corporation. Their latest product is Soylent Green, a green wafer advertised to contain “high-energy plankton” from the oceans of the world, but in short supply. Truth is, Soylent Green is actually made out of people.
I often wonder, when I pass one of these factories out in the middle of the desert, what they are processing late at night.
“A check or credit card, a Gucci bag strap, anything of value will do. Give as you live.” ~ Jesse Jackson
Lower Antelope Canyon
OK, all right. I admit it. I can be a jerk at times. Before we were married, Lynn wanted to surprise me with a trip to Antelope Canyon and Monument Valley. That’s a drive of 285 miles one way. When we drove into the parking lot, I had a mini meltdown and refused to go on the tour because there were about 25 or 30 other people waiting in line before us and I hate crowds. I thought we were going to explore the canyon alone, I guess. (I’ll take a break here so you can all laugh.)
Well, do NOT make the same mistake I almost made. Lynn coaxed and coddled till I relented. And it was one of the most exhilarating, exciting natural wonders of the southwest United States I’ve ever seen, rivaled only by Monument Valley, the Grand Canyon, and Arches National Park. And maybe one or two others.
Don’t all you men wish you had a woman like mine? Who’ll put up with your shenanigans? And don’t all you women believe that all we men are still just 13-year-old brats who have to always have our way? And throw tantrums if we can’t?
To this day, I have no idea why Lynn decided to marry me. Maybe she felt sorry for me and thought she could change me? I know she’s still trying.
“All the problems we face in the United States today can be traced to an unenlightened immigration policy on the part of the American Indian.” ~ Pat Paulsen
Why do I have such a fascination with graffiti?
It all started with my son.
When he was 4 years old he showed us a picture of Mickey Mouse that he said he drew. We basically called him a liar so he sat us down and drew Mickey again by first looking at a comic book, then drawing what he saw. When he was 11, a drawing he did of Batman was published in a comics industry newspaper. In junior high, he was caught vandalizing the local high school with his “tag” (his graffiti signature).
Some 20 odd years later, he has been commissioned to decorate store windows and also the exterior wall of the local pizza parlor’s parking lot. I’m very proud of him.
I think the people who practice graffiti are true artists. I love seeing their creativity. I even get enjoyment from the intricate “tags” they use. Unfortunately, the artist above did not tag his/her creation or I would have given him/her credit.
This photo was taken in 2015 in the Arts District of Las Vegas, where the artwork changes almost on a daily basis. This piece no longer exists.
World Market Center
Las Vegas NV
December 3, 2016
Architectural detail of Building A in the World Market Center in Las Vegas NV
New York New York
October 15, 2016
OK, so it’s not really the New York skyline. It’s the New York New York Hotel and Casino skyline in Las Vegas NV.
But it will have to do!
August 20, 2016
… in a galaxie far, far away…