I haven't posted for a while and it isn't because we haven't had anything to report, in fact, maybe too much to report. I've had a rash of lousy internet and well, some of the places we've went to....well...reporting from there would be covered under something akin to the CIA, and basically to mis-quote Captain Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean, "Only those that know where it is, know where it is." but well, where we are staying now, deserves some mention, as vague as it may be.
Let us get you up to speed...
We stayed in Phoenix for a while, then went to extreme Southern California where I drive over to the Salton Sea and saw a strange "White headed" Ruddy Duck. It is probably the rarest bird I'll ever see but in the end it is just a ruddy dick with a white head.
we kept running into Nabakov's Satrys an insect named after the same Nabakov that wrote Lolita. Have any of you ever read Lolita? A much older man with sex with I think a twelve year old, as her step-father, yet considered one of the best novels of the 20th century. Vladimir Nabakov--a famous Novelist, Professor, who was also a great entomologist, with four butterflies named for him....but a man promoting incest and pedophilia?
Oh well...it was just a novel...or was it? You know Nabakov would have stayed here if he had been a little younger...(Lolita was written 15 years before the Ashram was built) but maybe those were the times...I'm just so confused as to what actually are my times? It seems like the cultural world ended in 2000, and maybe with 9-11 it did, but that was 18 years ago and we act like it was still yesterday. Maybe the Baby Boomers just knew how to live.
More butterflies and birds...it isn't that birdy down here.