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January 17, 2005 0:23 AM
My nephew Dave drove down from Las Vegas - about 4 hours and spent Saturday and Sunday with me, so I've been remiss on keeping my log up. It was great to have a live human to cook for, and I got to cook carbohydrates, which smelled great. We visited Bouse this morning where Patton trained tank crews in WWII. Dave's a history buff.

We then went and found the Fisherman in the desert which doesn't photograph very well, it's an ancient drawing in the desert floor made by scuffing off the top gravel. It may be thousands of years old. And then just because I promised we circled through the busy intersections of Quartzsite dodging dodgers and codgers and panhandlers and the glare of the brght sun to bring you pictures of our favorite bookseller. I've been telling you his name is Tom, but I found an article about him in a local newspaper and his name is Paul. This is for Tedd,

Can't follow this picture with anthing intelligent, so enjoy your Monday. Note a little later - monday morning. Nothing is a little or stupid or empty as it seems - just unexplained. Turns out Paul is a hugh civic booster, founding a buisness chamber of commerce here, and has been a country wide boogie woogie piano player for 20 or 30 years, has albums, has poetry, has written books, and is considered one of the most brilliant men around here. Not just another pretty face I guess.

January 15, 2005 8:59 AM
It's morning in the desert of the Colorado river valley. I went out with a cup of coffee and watched the dawn.

There is a crystal hard edge to the shape of things at sunrise in the desert. Cold and sharp and clear. It's a good time for contemplation of the belly button variety. Much fun coming today, pictures later.
Worked on a page on emotional transitions - loss of identity this morning. emotional boodocking.

January 14, 2005 2:59 PM
Whew! Busy day, lots of getting ready to move but no move yet. Bright, need some sort of baseball cap just to see the screen of the laptop - even in the shade. Take a look

This is the trailer at 8:30am. That's what I'm talking about!!! Bright.

Cleaned up and vacuumed and handwashed a little laundry. This is my drying setup:

That's the ladder I use for working on the roof, tightening screws that hold the solar panels on, etc. So today was decision day. Whether to go to Prescott AZ on the 18th and install the satellite or not, and then in direct relationship to decide to return to Peacehealth or not. This comes to a head today because of giving two weeks notice as was the plan. Upshot: talked to Bill and he was not enthusiastic about making the connection between truck mounted Sat and the modems and controllers in the front of the airstream. He wanted to run them in a window of the airstream. Sounds like something I would do, but not pay for. Decided to drown my sorrows at the internet cafe and make another pass by Tom, the nude bookseller. Not there. Oh, and my nephew David called last night, he wants to drive down and check out Quartzsite. I told him how it was target rich in desparate women. You there Dave? On the way? To make a short story longer I hit the cafe, did my email, helped a helpless guy get his wireless working - after I got Joanned to reboot the server and the access point - and then got myself back on - ipconfig /release, ipconfig /renew - too much detail? Hah that's what this free chicken shit is all about.

Scott and his father - Scot's alias is Dustyfoot as you have seen in the pictures - got to to listen to my tail of despair (can't remember how to spell wow, whoo, wahoo, whow wow? - Evalyn?) Scott right down and designed the whole system for me including how all the inverters, cables and connectors should be in stalled. I rose out of the depths like a love starved large mouth bass in June (when the oak leaves are as big as your thumb) stiking the lure, solidly hooked, I flopped on the shore. Calling Karl, be back need $6500 - custom cables don't ya know.

My job is to build a door into the belly pan up front on the Airstream that will hold the coiled cable while in motion. Doesn't that sound wicked "coiled cable held in motion" . I'm off to look for an RV access door in the land of RV's. Time for a picture!!!

I tried to get the essence of the shopping experience in this small photo. A little of kilter, and a sea of tents that goes for miles, not blocks miles and miles. Whole blocks given over to drill bits. Another block of screwdrivers adjacent to Navajo jewelry and of course miles of RV's for sale. This is where all the old elephant's come to gear up for the trek to the elephant RV graveyard. Where does all this stuff go? It must be scatterered everywhere in ditches and landfills accross the country. Maybe it's all in Mexico?

	This is where my folding bike rides. On the front seat of the truck. It doesn't have a name. The purple crate is my computer stand, and general place I nap while driving. While I haven't named the bike, last night my camera kept staring at me, so I named it Wilson.
On the way back from lunch this came close to the truck. I was able to get only a single shot off, and I found that you can't aim at the wing, you have to hit the meaty part. Good eating I'm told, but I missed.

Back to the trailer for lunch. Doesn't this look like the start of an SUV commercial? Car manufactures like to use the Airstream classic look as an icon for times long gone when we still had a constitution and elected our presidents. Nostalgia. I've got to go find a door and cut a hole- burning daylight like the Duke said.

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