So this heah post is nuthin' much. I wuz on a plane last week, wif' some hay-haired rube of a woman who coughed an' never covered her mouth. Now I has a sore throat, an I is cranky. It's mah own fault fer not takin' precautions, like shoving Vicks up yore nose afore getting on a flying cattle wagon...but thas' not what I meant to post.
Ain't got nuthin' but a few photos an' a bit about some of mah Internet travels, places I whar' I dilly-dally when I ain't bloggin' wif' y'all( who ain't blogging' much either!) An' of course, books.
It's hot an' rainy, an SOMEbody doan much feel like doin' garden chores. We looks ragged around the edges, but still, y'all oughta see the zinnias--- burstin' wif' colorful faces.
Mah favorite, though, is the green:
Since I ain't hittin' a lick at gardenin', I'se lolling about in the canyon below tottering book towers.
My Name is Red, Orhan Pamuk.
Think Carlos Ruiz Zafon
channeling Jorge Luis Borges
in Istanbul of 1500s. I started
readin' it afore the flap in
Turkey we see on the news
....seems thangs in Turkey is
about like it wuz then.
Murderous intrigue over
religion lived, or not,
according to the power
of the day.
A Peak in Darien, Freya Stark. This woman is a whole other order of being...brilliant nomad,
gifted writer. Wonderfully weird.
Natcherly, thar's a few cookbooks flopped open: This ole volume is Anne Willan of La Varenne,
seducing us wif' Russian Rice Pilaf an' Lamb.
(No, of course I ain't made it...jes' lookin', thas' all.)
On the Internet, readin' about space and wishin' we still had a good Space program.
Did y'all know we may not need to worry about 2016, or the new bird flu or NSA peekin' in yore DropBox, or even who wins American Idol...'cause an Asteroid may hit us first.
Also readin' essays about Orwell and the abuse of language
( whar's Czar??)
"Over the past several decades, words have become more individualistic and less communal. Indeed, the corruption of the meaning of words themselves is a major issue. George Orwell suspected that this corruption, in which words were used to hide what was actually going on, was a major tool of all absolutist governments. If “democracy” comes again to mean whatever the majority wants (that was its original Greek meaning), then it is all over. If there is nothing behind democracy but democracy, nothing prevents it from enacting what is wrong into democratic “rights” and “laws.” We can have democratic tyrannies if we allow words to lose their meanings and if we allow “rights” to mean whatever we want them to mean."
I'se been mooning over images of the South:
An' nairy a day gits past wif'out some oily tongued rogue justifyin' GMOs to the gullible. This charmer is from the Chairman of Cargill on Bloomberg News:
"A third lesson is that we must embrace technologies that help farmers to grow more from less. Food production must increase at least 70 percent, by some estimates, in the next four decades to meet population growth. Optimally we should achieve that increase without bringing sensitive lands into production, by reducing greenhouse-gas emissions, and by using less water and fewer chemicals. This is possible only if we gain society’s permission to use sound, proven science -- including genetically engineered crops -- to produce food."
Guess what? I learned how to take a screen shot wif' the applecorepad! Wanna see?
Look at these sheep along the Camino--I saw this scene mahself a few times--anyhoo, the youtube doc of this "bloody madman" Australian pilgrim making his WAY, is pretty good--long, but very authentic. He might be a wee too honest, but I luved it.
The Crepe Myrtles are bloomin', if ya doan look too close, thangs is purty 'round heah....please tell me how yore summer is going.