TNT Chapter 6 Part One - Damn it's hot

November is frequently the busiest month of my year, so those of you paying attention (there is help available,) might have noticed that I tend to serialize that month.  This is no exception.  For the next couple weeks, I'll be giving you Chapter 6 of Trouble in Taos buy it here!  Of course I'll be giving it to you in maddeningly little bits cause... that's the way I am.

Chapter Six

Damn, it’s hot.

I know, I live in New Mexico, so I should expect it to be hot, but Taos is usually cooler than Santa Fe – sometimes downright friendly. They tell me it’s the elevation. Taos is up high, closer to God and further from hell.

So how cold is it in heaven? I may not like the heat, but I’ve got no love for freezing cold either. Some preacher would probably say it ain’t freezing, it’s just right, about as just right as just right can be.

How can something be really just right? Either it is just right, or it ain’t. Something that’s just right can’t be less than something that’s more just right.

I’m tempted to go talk to Father Gonzalez about that, but he’d probably just change the subject and talk about my sins and how I ain’t ever been to church.

But damn, it’s hot!

I don’t remember it ever being this hot before. It’s gotta be something new, somthin’ that wasn’t goin’ on before. Somethin’s causin’ it.

I blame the damn aero planes.

If ya think about it, it makes perfect sense. We ain’t supposed to be up in the air. Only birds and angels and shit are supposed to fly. We send up these god-awful planes, bigger than any bird, and probably bigger than any angel too, and stir up the cool air that’s supposed to stay still.

Lindberg crosses the Atlantic, and everybody throws a big party. Then some girl does the same thing, and now people are flying all over the place, stirrin’ up the air. They’re doing fancy tricks and givin’ people rides, and now the whole damn country’s as hot a fry pan. One feller told me we got nothing but dust from Ohio to Colorado.

Nobody blames the damn aero planes – but I do. I figured it out.

Frenchie tells me they got a picture show in Santa Fe that’s always cool inside, like watching a show in an ice box. He says he’ll take me out to see a show there some time.

I don’t care about seein’ movin’ pictures. I saw one once, and it wasn’t much, but I sure would like to see the pile of ice they use to keep a whole theater cool.

That would be somethin’.

I’d read ya more of that Slimy book, but it’s too damn hot to read, and I ain’t finished tellin’ you about what happened after Slimy shot Rutherford James. You remember that Colmes wrote how Slimy killed six men with five shots? Well, it was five men with five loads, and like I said, it happened in two parts.

Damn, I didn’t need to tell you that; you read how he killed Rutherford James, and there wasn’t more than one dead body. I shouldn’t have to tell you that the other four came later.

Some have remarked that I needent have been so violent and graphic in my little story about a gunfighter(????)  For those people, I recommend The Warrior's Way IMDb  I consider it Kate Bosworth's finest work.  Of course, she's not in this scene.

Tee Shirts - Celebrating Seniority

Back when I was a freshman - I envied the seniors - till I was one and realized the free ride was almost over.
I guess that was a bit of a dress rehearsal for the real thing.  But no matter our concerns, we can still wear our neurosis-es on our chests.
Many start with that that time honored phrase...

I forget - What did getting lucky used to... Wait, oh, yeah.

Sometimes I can do that.  It all Depends...

Things look so much clearer after four or five

Wouldn't that be ironic?

Sometimes you just have to stay there and play with the dust bunnies

Feelin' it George.

I'm still searching for that second entendre.

Here's one in reverse

And speaking of respect

I did have a calculator - I could make it say hello upside down!

It's an artform.  I'm an artist.

Not what I had in mind

But getting older has its good side

Thank God!

But now I don't want to be...

Blessed nostalgia

But in spite of all the years - and all the stuff I've learned.  The first lesson was the best.

Remember when this was funny?

In Memory Tom Magliozzi

For those of you without an elder sibling to introduce you to the finer things in life, might not be aware of Tom Magliozzi, AKA Clack Tappet, and his brother Ray (AKA Click.) For decades they did a show – Car Talk - on national public radio that was ostensibly (a word I’ve always wanted to use – sure hope it means what I think it means,) about car maintenance and repair.

What it was really about was nonsense.

Ray’s job included fielding calls, answering questions competently, finding new ways to make their phone number confusing, compose puzzler questions and clever plays on words, and to keep the show moving.

Tom’s job was to goof off – which he did very well indeed.

Thankfully their shows are archived and available for future generations or the genetically mutated cockroaches that take over the planet. The site is http://www.cartalk.com/ I don’t know how that translates in cockroach.

Part of the charm of the show was that Click and Clack relished being slammed by their listeners. And so, as a way of eulogizing Tom (Clack) Magliozzi here is my final slam of Car Talk to the tune of Under the Boardwalk.

Tune into Car Talk

lyrics by Headley Hauser

To the tune of Under the Boardwalk by the Drifters

Oh when you’re so bored, you’d climb the walls to the roof

And your brain is so fried; you’d listen to the stupidest goof

Tune into Car Talk, Listen for Free-hee-hee

And where no one can hear it, that’s where I’ll be.

(Tune into Car Talk) On radio or phone

(Tune into Car Talk) And you’ll be all alone

(Tune into Car Talk) Don’t need to be aware

(Tune into Car Talk) Cause there’ll be no one there

Tune into Car Talk – Car Talk!

From outside you hear the happy sound of normal folk

Mmm and you’re wishin’ for a laugh from a truly funny joke

Tune into Car Talk, It won’t ever be, yeah

Cause funny don’t happen, on ninety-eight point three

(Tune into Car Talk) Hear them make a gaff

(Tune into Car Talk) And then hear Tommy laugh

(Tune into Car Talk) Bad for you and your car

(Tune into Car Talk) And worse for NPR

Tune into Car Talk – Car Talk!

Tune into Car Talk – And then eat some brie, yeah

And the men in the white coats, they won’t let you free

(Tune into Car Talk) Listen to Tom and Ray

(Tune into Car Talk) And you’ll be sent away

(Tune into Car Talk) Believe in Click and Clack

(Tune into Car Talk) And you’ll never get back

Tune into Car Talk – Car Talk!

Thank you, Tom for a lifetime of goofs and bad car advice. Here’s hoping you find your beloved Dodge Dart in that better place.

Art Isn't Really Stupid - But Sometimes It Looks That Way.

November is a busy month.  The good news for you is that means I won't be writing much in my posts.  Let's get to the pictures.
Here are some artists who like relaxing at the beach

 boaters

divers

 hanging out at the cabana

hold on...

just where is this leading?

Here are some artists that like a more urban setting

 This artist is very hot

 Is Jack home?

Don't worry - I won't keep you long

the skateboarder said this was fun

no - I don't want to feed the fish

Do humans have to be involved?

 I don't know

sometimes nature

and animals

find an aesthetic

instinctually

Which is not to deny how objects display art

 In the hanging of a print

 In the jolting of a memory

in a moment of whimsy 

or awe

Or as Bob Ross would tell us

in living each day

Here's a vid