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coreymichaelsmithson · 8 years ago

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A Little Gentleness In Texas

Texas has been exceptionally generous.

For much of the past week, I've been staying with some close friends in Austin. It's been a visit filled with intimate talks, board games, laughter, and peaceful meals. This rest was much needed, as I've been feeling the onset of serious road fatigue, and the spiritual comfort my pals provided was priceless. During my stay, I became deeply attached to one of their dogs, a giant pit bull with a heart of soft butter. Despite his obvious strength, he was extraordinarily gentle … very loving, very eager to please. He had the biggest, blockiest head I've ever seen on a pit; it looked like the kind of skull you might find on a dinosaur. There was something especially satisfying in holding a dog's huge square noggin in my hands, pressing my nose right up to his snout, and letting him slobber all over me. Though I knew in the back of my mind that this animal could kill me in an instant, my trust in him was absolute. We were mutually smitten.

I rode out to see another friend and his lovely family in New Braunfels, a German settlement that sprouted halfway between the capital and San Antonio during the 19th Century. It has a gazebo in the middle of town, the kind that an oompahpah band probably played in during the Nineteen-Oughts, and an old-school bakery selling what locals call "kolaches". They're called "klobásník" among Czech immigrants and "pigs in a blanket" by everybody else. We also toured through the charming downtown of Gruene, which features the oldest dance hall in Texas and a super fancy Victorian bed and breakfast. The town had once fallen on hard times, after a boll weevil infestation destroyed the entire cotton crop in 1925, but in more recent years it's enjoyed a boom among well-to-do tourists, who walk among its restored façades and art-directed rusticity, and eat at its pricey "localvore" restaurants. The cotton gin has been turned into a wine tasting room.

Back in Austin, one of my hosts hired me to help her with an upcoming sculpture project, so I spent that whole Friday morning getting amped up on Doctor Pepper and cutting out complicated shapes with a scroll saw. This proved to be a challenging task, tracing out the anatomical forms she had drawn, and it took me some time to feel comfortable with the vibrating, noisy, slightly terrifying machine … but eventually the job became meditative and fun.

The next day, my friends and I drove a little ways out of town, to a villa in the country, for a family reunion of sorts. Every year, a gang of artists and oddballs, most of them heavily tattooed, pool together some money, load up on provisions, and rent out this country home for a long weekend of swimming, eating, merriment, and relaxing. We popped in for the afternoon, and enjoyed ourselves immensely. What a fantastic group of people.

The owner of this place also owns a vintage clothing store in Austin, and she is famous for her … uh … "eclectic" tastes. I never got to see her clothing store, but her rental joint has to be seen to be believed. The whole house has been découpaged within an inch of its life. No surface is left untouched … every wall is covered by a dense collage of movie posters, license plates, postcards, ceramic suns, bottle caps, masks, tchotchkes. You can stay in the "cowboy" room, or the "outer space" room, or the "cactus" room, or some other nutty themed space. One of the bathrooms was full of horse pictures, while another was dedicated to the Woodstock era. It's outsider art, it's horror vacui, it's totally fucking bonkers. I only spent about thirty minutes in the house itself before the walls started to close in on me.

I went outside, parked myself in a comfortable chair, and struck up a conversation with a local blacksmith. He's been working with hammers … forging them, actually … with an eye to their narrative and symbolic possibilities. We had a fascinating talk about the importance of the hammer. It is, after all, our first tool, the key to our entire technological universe. The hammer is more than just an implement: it is the extension of a gesture, it is the concentration of intent into an action. It transforms latent energy into a physical result. The hammer seems like a simple thing, but it really isn't … everything in our history emerges from this one tool. And once you use a hammer, you can't really go back to how things were before. Sure, you can pry out the nail you drove in, perhaps you can try to smooth out the dent you made, maybe you can put a wig over the bloody gash … but you can't undo the hammer's strike. It is the perfect demonstration of a one-way event in time.

The next day, on a whim, I checked out the Lyndon Baines Johnson Presidential Library and Museum, a hulking Bunshaft monolith on the UT campus, not very far from the tower where Charles Whitman took up his rifle in '66. This was my first time visiting a presidential library, and I wasn't sure what to expect. There were some odd unrelated items in the archive, including Anne Sexton's typewriter and Zelda Fitzgerald's feather fan, but the main attraction was the man himself. Well … him and his Lady Bird, whose modest office also gets the full reconstruction treatment. Over the course of two hours or so, I learned more about our 36th President than I ever really wanted to. After dutifully reading up on his Civil Rights efforts and environmental record, I rounded a corner and met an animatronic figure of LBJ telling jokes. It was definitely on the far side of the uncanny valley: the rubber on his hands was peeling, the corners of his mouth had that weird gummy quality of robots, and the creaks of his cogworks were louder than his punch lines. Nonetheless, I kept pressing the magic button over and over again, like a bored four-year-old.

Afterwards, I went to a park full of peafowl, and watched them strut and roost about the grounds. Peacocks drag their treasures behind them the same way that rich socialites drag their minks across the floor. They are living dinosaurs, and they scream horribly.

Today, I drove over five hundred miles, probably my longest sustained haul yet on this trip, and during this time I realized that Texas had been saving up its most wonderful gift until now. It gave me something I've been denied too frequently during this journey: space. I finally managed to find myself some of the solitude that I've been craving on the road. There were stretches in West Texas where I didn't encounter anoth-r soul for fifty miles or so, and it was absolutely blissful.

Needing a break from driving, I stopped at a dinosaur park and eyeballed fossilized trilobites and several silly dinosaur statues. They were all kind of goofy: the Tyrannosaurus Rex was pudgy and cross-eyed, Allosaurus had big oafish feet, and the Pachycephalosaurus wore a ridiculously worried expression, as if it had just remembered having left the oven on at home. There were some clunky animatronic figures as well, and they made me remember my uncomfortable encounter with Icky Rubber LBJ. I felt somehow that Texas didn't want to scare me too much with the harsh realities of Cretaceous life or Presidential responsibility. Still, I thought about those dinosaurs as I passed dozens of churning oil pumps.

At one point, Pamela seemed to be on the verge of overheating … we had, after all, been hurtling at eighty miles an hour through a sunbaked landscape, easily ninety degrees in the shade … so I pulled over for a while and let her engine cool down. It was a rocky area, full of dry riverbeds and prickly pear, probably the sort of place that rattlesnakes and outlaws favor. The ground was a gorgeous shade of brick, against which the green of the succulents stood out brilliantly. Nobody drove by us for at least an hour. It was just the wind, the sun, the red rock, and the boundless blue sky. The break did us both a world of good, and after a general check of all her fluids we were back on the road, passing through enormous cattle ranches and tiny town squares and endless scrubby plains.

Tonight, fifty miles south of Amarillo, I encountered my first honest-to-goodness supercell thunderstorm on the open road. I parked Pamela by a railroad crossing at sunset, and watched as the last light of the sun lit the updraft in bright dessert colors: French vanilla, flan, orange sorbet. Mammatocumulus (literally, "boob clouds") hung from the underside of the anvil, signaling a highly turbulent atmosphere. Their glow lingered long after the sun had set. I was incredibly lucky in terms of my position in relation to the storm. Another cell in the same line was dropping 3" hail to my south, near Lubbock. I was just far enough away to take in all the glory, while facing none of the hazards. As I was heading northwest, towards the afterglow of the sunset, and skirting the outermost edge of the storm, I was treated to an unforgettable panorama. Ahead of me, the whirling turbines of a wind farm were set against the dusty rose left behind by the retreating sun. Behind me, lightning branched and blazed before a background of deep navy blue. Watching the strikes light up my rearview mirror, I considered my good fortune. Just like the big-headed, big-hearted pit bull, who let me plant kiss after kiss on his forehead, Texas was taking it easy on me.

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robertmcangusgroup · 7 years ago

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The Daily Tulip

The Daily Tulip – International News From Around The World

Monday 14th August 2017

Good Morning Gentle Reader…. What an amazing walk Bella and I had this morning, crystal clear skies with a big fat moon looking after things while the Sun is taking care of business on the other side.. it's warm so we headed for the ocean in the hope of a cooling breeze as the temperature is showing 27c so walking along the promenade, I see a head come out the water followed by several more and then splashing and more heads, No, it’s not illegal Immigrants .. it's a very large pod of Dolphins that have come into the beach to feed on Sardines.. Bella and I were fascinated as they played and gamboled in the shallow water.. I guess there must have been 40 or more... we stopped and watched for a while and then as magically as they appeared they vanished into the dark water.. We walked back to the house with a magical memory and coffee to drink..

TRUMP-LIKE CHICKEN AT WHITE HOUSE RUFFLES FEATHERS ON TWITTER…. An inflatable chicken with a golden coiffure has appeared near the White House in protest at Donald Trump's "weak" and "ineffective" leadership. The 30 ft (9m) tall bird, referred to as "Chicken Don", stands between the official residence of the US president and the famous Washington Monument. Owner Taran Singh Brar said the prop portrays a president who is "afraid". But some Twitter users were not impressed, with one dubbing the stunt "pathetic". In a video posted on social media on Wednesday, activist and documentary maker Mr Brar said he hoped to "bring awareness" to what he said was a "bad and destabilising" US president. "We are out here to criticise our president for being weak and ineffective as a leader," he said in the footage posted on Twitter, adding that Mr Trump also "seems afraid" to release his tax returns. "He seems afraid to stand up to Putin and now he's playing a game of chicken with North Korea," Mr Brar said.

ORIGINAL ‘GODZILLA’ ACTOR DIES AT 88…. Tokyo will never be the same. Haruo Nakajima, the actor who played the city-crushing monster in its silver screen debut, died last week from pneumonia at the age of 88. He donned the rubbery 200-pound bodysuit, said to be made partly from concrete, for the first dozen installments of the Japanese franchise, which became an instant classic after the original’s 1954 release. With little direction in the role initially, Nakajima — widely known in Japan as “Mr. Godzilla” — said he studied bears at a Tokyo zoo to prepare for it.

TEXAS MAN RIDES HORSE INTO WHATABURGER, DANCES ON TABLES…. An unidentified man in a cowboy hat and cowboy boots rode a horse into a Whataburger restaurant and started dancing on tables Saturday night in Victoria, Texas. "The feet - click, click, click, click - that's what we heard," Mari Navarro, a Whataburger employee, told the Victoria Advocate on Monday. "At first we didn't notice. A few customers said, 'Oh my God,' I turned around to see what was happening, and I saw a big o' white horse in the lobby." In the video, the man is seen riding his white horse into the burger joint and dismounting his steed in the aisle as customers and employees watch in disbelief. He then jumps on a table, dances, jumps off and removes his hat as he does another jig. An employee appears to ask the cowboy to leave. The man obliges and tries to pull his horse out of the restaurant. At first, the horse appears to not want to leave. But eventually, both man and horse go off into the night. No injuries were reported and police were not notified. https://www.facebook.com/100009277448293/videos/1871689346483629/

AUSTRALIAN CAFE CHARGES 18 PERCENT 'GENDER TAX' HIGHLIGHTING WAGE GAP…. A vegan cafe in Australia implemented an 18 percent "gender tax" for male customers to reflect the nation's gender pay gap. Handsome Her cafe in Melbourne shared a Facebook post after a viral photo of a sign explaining its policies, including the gender tax, caused a "stir" on social media. "In three days we have opened the cafe, withstood a social media storm, hosted a joyously entertaining trivia night for a fabulous women's network, and gotten Australia talking about the long forgotten gender pay gap," the cafe said. The "social media storm" began when Twitter user Paige Cardona shared a photo of a chalkboard in the cafe that explained the house rules, including priority seating for women, an 18 percent premium for male customers to be donated to a women's service and a reminder that "respect goes both ways." "All we really wanted was to raise awareness and start conversations about the gender gap," manager Belle Ngien told CNN. The reaction on social media ranged from joyous support to accusations of discrimination, but co-owner Alex O'Brien said no guests have refused to pay the voluntary tax, which is in place for a week out of every month. "If people aren't comfortable paying it or if men don't want to pay it, we're not going to kick them out the door," she said. "It's just a good opportunity to do some good." The cafe said men traveled across town to visit and pay "the man tax" and some customers, both men and women, decided to pay extra in support of their cause. "Eighteen percent is actually not a lot. Our coffee is $4, and 18% of that is 72 cents," Ngien said. Handsome Her has collected hundreds of dollars for Elizabeth Morgan House Aboriginal Women's Service and the owners said they are proud of their employees for handling the increased attention. "It's not every day that your boss pulls you into her fire-pit of feminism and you have to quickly become warriors and defend where you work and what you do on a level that others never do," the cafe said. "You have not only been incredibly strong, proud and supportive, but nurturing and protective as well. "

MAKERS OF 'BEER FOR HER' DEFEND BREW FROM SEXISM ACCUSATIONS…. A Czech brewery that sparked backlash online for marketing a pink-bottled beer "crafted for her" said it did not intend for the product to offend. The brewery behind the Aurosa beer, which was marketed to women as "the first beer for her," has faced widespread criticism on social media for what many -- including female beer fans -- described as sexist branding and marketing. The brew comes in a pink bottle and the company says it was "born to prove that women can succeed anywhere without having to adapt and sacrifice their natural femininity." The company responded to the backlash on its Facebook page July 13. "Beer, wine or any alcohol has no gender," the post reads. "However, the beer industry is largely dominated by men. And culturally, even as more women enter the industry as brewers, pub owners, drinkers, beer can still pretty much feel like a masculine affair." The post blasts the "tasteless and sexist marketing" of other breweries, blaming society's "misconception that women do not like beer or that it is a man's drink." The makers of the "premium lifestyle beer" offered an apology for causing offense in another post, while still defending the beer….

PINK 'LADYBALL' AIMS TO DRAW WOMEN TO SOCCER…. The "Ladyball," a pink soccer ball purportedly designed to attract women to the game, is splitting online opinions -- some brand it sexist while others call it a satirical hoax. The Ladyball was announced this week with posts on social media, and the Irish manufacturers said the ball is "specifically designed for the lady's game." The ball is described as being "fashion driven" with a "soft touch, for a woman's grip." "The idea for Ladyball came from personal experience when one of the creators tried various ball sports as a weight loss measure and found the regular (or as we like to call them 'man-sized') balls heavy, cumbersome and difficult to control," the product's website states. The product -- which features women clad in high-heels in promotional pictures -- won the endorsement of former Dublin player Ger Brennan. "I think team sports can be intimidating for women, they tend to be very physical and require particular skills, which can be off putting, but I think the Ladyball can combat that -- it's designed to enhance a woman's abilities and make it easier for women to play, so I hope it will open doors for more women to get involved," Brennan said on the website. He said he wouldn't be against using the Ladyball himself -- "Just don't expect me to play like a lady!"

Well Gentle Reader I hope you enjoyed our look at the news from around the world this, Monday morning… …

Our Tulips today are delicate pink.....

A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Monday 14th August 2017 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming Jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00 am…on the streets of Estepona…

All good stuff....But remember it’s a dangerous world we live in

Be safe out there…

Robert McAngus

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