My form ain’t the best but it’s been awhile – it won’t be, anymore. I want that CHL. It’s just gonna take some practice. And I have the trainer. LOL Thanks, babe, it was a terrific day!
Anyone else think this is the most absurb crap you’ve ever read?
“The Army is considering using a radio frequency identification network in Pakistan that is partly owned by a Chinese company to track shipments to American forces in Afghanistan, according to internal briefing materials obtained by Government Executive. “
And why is that company name so familiar?
“During the United States‘ Clinton Administration, when the President and Vice President were under attack for taking money from Chinese funders, several conservative U.S. Congressmen and U.S. Senators tried to tie Hutchison Whampoa and its chairman, Li Ka-shing, into the scandal. Hutchison had successfully earned the rights to operate ports on both sides of the Panama Canal, and the coincidence of that event with the Chinese troubles rocking the White House was too good to ignore. “
And yet another little link…
“In March 2006, the Bush Administration was hiring Hutchison Whampoa Limited to help detect nuclear materials inside cargo passing through the Bahamas in a no-bid contract.”
Remember how my mind works, linking seemingly irrelevant stuff? Yeah…
Well, it was the local town rodeo last night and we had a great time. The weather moved off a few hours earlier leaving some breaks in the clouds and glorious milky light coming down. I could kick myself for not having any slide film loaded in the 35mm (yeah, call me old school – it has a hellaciously better grain, people). I had the digital, though, and got a couple nice shots.
The opening is always very patriotic and this gal was just gorgeous. What a smile – and the look of her later racing across the ring, hair flying? What that must feel like…
The Mutton Busting (putting tikes on 1/2 shaven sheep and setting them loose) was hilarious! I love the calf scramble (a bunch of kids chasing a wee herd of calves to take the ribbon off their tails) but the mutton busting was even better. One little gal had such perfect form that she rode the darn thing almost to the other end of the ring! And, in the end, sheep and gal went ass over tea kettle. She stood up, brushed herself off, adjusted her hair and strutted back to the gates, smiling. She made 88 seconds and won. She also got the best applause of the evening.
There were little photographic vignettes all over the place but without my good camera and lenses it was impossible to catch them. Small town life – amazingly normal and healthy.
That is what this day has become. Endless.
Oh, yes, my darlings…
“It’s like hearing a train way way off in the distance at night and you know that it’s bringing the plague.”
–a description of the “second coming of the Clintons”
More apt words I’ve not heard concerning the matter. Nuff said.
Oh yeah, it’s music again – this time, Heart, courtesy of DirecTV’s special. They performed the whole Dreamboat Annie album and tossed in a couple others – I adore their Led Zeppelin covers!
But – I hope this comes out as the kind criticism it is – Ann is not what she once was. I know, I know – we’re not to pick on the obese. But I cannot help it – she is buried in the flesh and her voice sounds like it. It once lilted and spun like those crazy scissortail flycatcher birds. You can see her straining to give it to the people – I don’t mean to take that from her at all. I just can’t help wishing she’d give it all back to us.
That was one of the first albums I bought – the very first was, of course, Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon. But Heart came almost immediately after. It was a storybook unfolding rather than a scattershot of selections. And she sang in my key, damn it, which is always a pleasant thing when all of 13 years old and just aching to belong.
And then came Little Queen – I stared at the cover for hours, thinking of how, when I was older, I would dress that way and live in the woods with dark men. My God, the ways our minds work at that age. What was strange was that in about 3 years I would meet a woman who was identical in appearance to Ann and through that chance meeting turn my chaotic life into one of…surreal hazard. I cannot help but think of her when I hear the music and see those old album covers. Alike, we were – dark and light with knowing smirks and disdainful gestures.
So much time and landscape has moved since then. Loves and lives, homes and horrors…I look back more now, I think, because I am at that precipice of age and it’s like the mountain, once summited, will prevent that look back – the past will be hidden behind it once crossed and I have to give it another glance.
I expect, too, that it’s time to be looking forward. I am not a planner and not terribly good at goal setting. For me, the future hasn’t been something…assured. So I never looked too far ahead. But I think it might be time, now. Time…