“A cat’s rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.”
― William S. Burroughs, The Cat Inside
Category Archives: Photography
As True As Turnips
All They Did Was Persist
I Turned the Radio On
Maybe Even Tomorrow
Conversation
Being Crazy About a Woman Like Her’s Always the Right Thing To Do
“Is growin’ up always miserable?” Sonny asked. “Nobody seems to enjoy it much.”
“Oh, it ain’t necessarily misearble,” Sam replied. “About eighty percent of the time, I guess.”
They were silent again, Sam the Lion thinking of the lovely, spritely girl he had once led into the water, right there, where they were sitting.
“We ought to go to a real fishin’ tank next year,” Sam said finally. “It don’t do to think about things like that too much. If she were here now I’d probably be crazy again in about five minutes. Ain’t that ridiculous?”
A half-hour later, when they had gathered up the gear and were on the way to town, he answered his own question. “It ain’t really, ” he said. “Being crazy about a woman like her’s always the right thing to do. Being a decrepit old bag of bones is what’s ridiculous.”
― Larry McMurtry, The Last Picture Show
Suzuki Windmill
The famous Suzuki Windmill – new technology for an old purpose from the far east.
I have seen places in my lifetime where people took showers in little wooden boxes that sat underneath a windmill. Sort of a vintage romantic throwback… at least in the summertime.
A bitch in the winter, though.
What Machine Is It That Bears Us Along So Relentlessly?
“What Machine is it that bears us along so relentlessly? We go rattling thro’ another Day,- another Year,- as thro’ an empty Town without a Name, in the Midnight…we have but Memories of some Pause at the Pleasure-Spas of our younger Day, the Maidens, the Cards, the Claret,- we seek to extend our stay, but now a silent Functionary in dark Livery indicates it is time to re-board the Coach, and resume the Journey. Long before the Destination, moreover, shall this Machine come abruptly to a Stop…gather’d dense with Fear, shall we open the Door to confer with the Driver, to discover that there is no Driver…no Horses,…only the Machine, fading as we stand, and a Prairie of desperate Immensity…”
― Thomas Pynchon, Mason & Dixon









