Friday, November 17, 2017

RANDY RANTS ABOUT SEXUAL AGRESSION---AN ESSAY FOR THE LADIES

YES, I CAN SEE, YOU ARE ENRAGED AT SEXUAL AGRESSION AND YOU HAVE FOUND YOUR VOICE---AND UNITED---AND HAVE OUTED A FEW DOZEN OFFENDORS---AND ARE DRAGGING THEM TOWARD THE GALLOWS.

BEFORE YOU PULL THAT LEVER SENDING THEM TO THEIR VARIOUS DOOMS: PLEASE, ASK YOURSELVES THREE QUESTIONS:

1. WHAT IS THE REAL CAUSE OF THIS PROBLEM?
     It goes back a million years when our monkey-like ansestors were morphing into humans.
     Female sexual organs changed from OBVIOUS ESTRUS (sexual readiness--swollen rumps,smells and such)
     to HIDDEN ESTRUS---a big big difference--with this consequence:  HUMAN MALES CANNOT     
     EASILY SEE WHEN SEXUAL ADVANCES ARE WELCOME. we are left guessing.
     AND WE ARE (almost) EVER READY for sex.
     Remind yourselves that sexual advances---yes even agression was necessary for evolution to
     proceed.  Gentle lions have no offspring--nor gentle humans-to-be. We inherited this drive   
     naturally from the most agressive of our species.  If you cannot learn to appreciate this fact--
     at least acknowledge it.
     The sexual urges we males carry around with us ALWAYS, are ten times as powerful (I daresay) as
     those you occasionally feel.  It takes some effort to constrain ourselves.

     During the million year transition to human we forcibly took the sex we wanted.  It was the quickest, easiest, ( understandable ?) solution to our driving need.  We gave your feelings little thought.

     When agriculture, culture and civilization came along, we evolved some (moderating?) traditions
     but men still had the driving genes and so continued to agress against women in new ways.  5000
     years of this brings us to now.  We men still have our drive but you are ready to stop the agression.

2.  So I now ask a question that furious ladies seem not to ask:  WHAT IS A REASONABLE
     PUNISHMENT FOR SEXUAL AGRESSION?  Do you want to kill Harvey Weinstein?
     Remember that all us males carry his (type) of genes.   For perspective, consider cases of out-of-
     control anger--another evolutionary heritage.  We usually give agressors second chances--sentence
     them to anger management classes or porportional jail sentences.  I'm always stunned to see rapist
     sentenced to longer jail terms than murderers.

3.  SO WHAT IS THE FIX FOR THESE
     NATURALLY OCCURING DRIVES.  Can we have a reasonable discussion?

     Norwegian countries are well on the way to fixing the problem.  For example:
     Girls are given special classes in understanding, deflecting, dodging male sexual agression.
     They are clearly apprised of the strength of male lust.  I heard one such class where the girls are
     bluntly told the evolutionary truth about the huge disparity of lust and agression between men and       women.  Men, they said, will lie, cheat, promise, deceive, manipulate, badger you for sex.  They are wired
     that way.  Your task is to intelligently deal with this huge disparity of desire and only have sex when you feel you are ready.  Then they show
     them lots of ways to do this.

     I think the boys are given classes too---approximately saying to them:  Gentlemen, we have
     inherited some powerful feelings.  We must learn to control them.  It is the right thing to do---and--if we don't--- society will put us in jail.
     Here are some suggestions: Upgrade your charm, learn patience, learn to win a lady's favors, masterbate etc. (sounds
     reasonable to me)

FINAL PHILOSOPHICAL WORD:  In reviewing my last 40 years of sexual activity  I have developed some sympathy for the Weinsteins, Clintons, Kennedys and others who've gotten their hands caught in the cookie jar.  I'm happily, not in jail-- and determined not to cross the line of unwelcome advances.















Monday, November 06, 2017

HORSEPUZZLES AND OTHER ROAD MOMENTS

I'M PARKED ATOP A HILL MIDWAY BETWEEN COTTONWOOD AND SEDONA, AZ.



Here's my view.  One of my "neighbors," about two miles to the right is Senator John McCain.

Here's a week-long experience that I've not reported on:  This 20,000 plus acre piece of land is a gift to you the American Public and to all the animals that call it home.  It was purchased and protected by the smartest of all environmental organizations: The NATURE CONSERVANCY.  Thats my rig down there, parking free and hiking the trails.  Check them out and be persuaded , as I am, that they are our best hope for saving the planet:  The Nature Conservancy

Meet Curt and Hillary---A match made in heaven, I think:  He is a Jet Blue Captain and she is a horse trainer.  Both love horses.  They stopped here for a few days to ride the trails.  That gigantic rig carries three horses, all their gear and feed as well as comfortable housing for the two of them.

This day they are off for an all day ride.  They offered me the third horse.  I declined.
That facial mask protects the horse's eyes from insects.


And there , dear readers is a HORSEPUZZLE.  a puzzle for a horse---a hay bag made of a net--with tantalizing stems of the good stuff sticking out here and there.  When the horse pulls on a stem, a fair size bite come out of the bag.  They love it!  Will nibble at it for hours.  The puzzle comes in three degrees ---easy---(wide holes) medium--(smaller holes) and hard--(small holes).
I  watched for long minutes and am ready to declare that horsepuzzles are MEANING GENERATORS  for horses. (an equine rubics cube)
A wonderful invention!

Hillary, dressed to ride

Then I dropped in to visit an old friend.
Regular readers will recognize Paul Namkung, a friend  who lives in Tierra Amarillo, NM---owns the three ravens coffee shop and builds  these wonderful drums.  Check out their terrific sound here.


Then off I went to EL Paso, TX headed for Louisiana---but first, I need a root canal--desperately.  So I screwed up my courage, walked into Juarez, Mexico and eventually found this 77 year old dentist who specializes in root canals.  Yes, I laid down in that ancient chair and let him go to work.  Guess what---he did a fine job--problem solved in an hour.  Cost: $180.

Memorabilia from my Louisiana trip--That's me 40 years ago

My daughter Christine at her grandmother's grave.
They never met, but I know they would have loved each other.

Back in Santa Fe--a triumphal moment--persuading this mechanic to refund me $200 for an overcharge. He did so with reasonable good will.

Then back to Cottonwood, Az---a beautiful place for fall.  Balloons overhead almost every morning.

Kat nd I dancing at a Jazz contest.

There you are folks, a real live Arizona Ranger.

Hopefully an historic moment.  That's Kathy Reese on the left, founder of  a new organization:
BOONDOCKERS UNITED  whose mission is to give us boondockers a focused voice in dealing with the Forestry Service and the BLM. Check it out here. That pile of trash is our first project--we pitched in and made it disappear.

Here's the bumper sticker Kathy designed and that members will display.

RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES:  Life comes to us in moments.  I've selected the 17 above because I have picts to illustrate them,    I planned to think about them and come up with some unifying theme or principle to philosophize about. Truthfully, however, my life seems a hodge podge of disjointed events.  I don't seem to be headed anywhere,

THEN I HAD AN IDEA:  I asked my daughter about the hodge podge of moments that make up our lives.  How can we think positively about them?  Here's what she said: Maybe the moments of our life are like a patchwork quilt--separately they seem ragged and insignificant, but perhaps over time we are piecing together a warming blanket of character.   

I almost wept for joy!  My daughter---my lovely daughter--IS A PHILOSOPHER! 



Monday, October 16, 2017

LONG LOST DAUGHTER MEETS HER FAMILY

SHE'S 26---THEY DIDN'T KNOW SHE EXISTED--THEY WANT TO MEET HER---SHE WANTS TO MEET THEM.

There she is sweet people---A wild oat sown 26 years ago returning to the sower.  She's come to get me and together we will drive to Louisiana where she will meet for the first time half of her biological family: two aunts, oodles of cousins and second cousins.

We drive a thousand miles in two days--having lots of fun.  Here i'm feeding her a chunk of pineapple.

Here is the moment of happy union.  They love her as I do.
That's Darlene to my left--by far the most adventurous member of our family and Bobbie Jean to her left--the lynchpin of a successful and happy clan (as you will see)---and my beautiful daughter Christine to her left.


Our first outing is to this house to meet her cousin Donna.

And our timing is good--she meets two of her cousins-- Donna on the left and Alana on the right. (sisters) One of them is a medical doctor and the other once owned and operated a small airline (for real).  Is now director of the visitors bureau for  Monroe and West Monroe-(think Duck Dynasty)-which do you think is which?  Cam you spot a pilot?

Outside we meet another 2 generations


Then we take a break down by the family pond.
So far--so good--she is at ease with her new-found relatives.

Then meets more relatives

Back for a great dinner, we meet still more relatives.

On another day my sister takes the whole family to dinner and I introduce her to a famous in-law:  That's Dr. Clark Cooper who made national news when he spearheaded the successful cloning of a dog.  Read about it here. (interesting story:  Man loves his dog--pays big bucks to have him "back")



Then on to more relatives.  John Edward and Vicky live here in eastern Louisiana very near the Mississippi river. (no that's not the river--it's their duck pond)

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Their log home is a marvel of coziness they designed themselves.

She meets two more cousins! We catch up to Vicky (Asst. DA for the parish) down in the cotton patch with her brother Charles who explains cotton to Christine.   Charles is a super farmer raising cotton and rice.  He has the wit and will to build an empire if he so chose.

And then he shows her the new machine he just bought--- a six row cotton picker.  Here he details how this ingenious mechanism manages to do the once-thought-impossible task of separating the stubborn cotton fiber from its boll.  

Sweet people you are looking at a miracle machine--for what it does and for the effect it has had.
Partly invented only 13 miles from this spot it does the work of 500 field hands cleanly picking the cotton, rolling it into huge 2000 pound cyllinders neatly wrapped in plastic and dropping them off its rear end.
This machine cost a cool million dollars and I can feel his pride as he watches it smoothly lumber away at brisk walking speed guided perfectly by sattellite.
The effect it has had is to reshape the entire south,putting millions out of work. (and I think that is a good thing---machines should work---people should think: Buckminster Fuller)  

Next we went toCharles' storage bins---giant containers to hold his rice harvest.  Here's a truck just unloading.  You may well buy some of that rice because it has been bought by Uncle Ben's.
Finally we visited the gator industry owned by another cousin of Christine's.   There are about 40,000 gators being raised there and another 40,000 in a second place.  Taking pictures is strictly forbidden here and elaborate security measures are enforced.  We visited the security room which monitors about everything.  I took her to a single room of gators and carefully opened the door. ...she was strikingly impressed.
In this barn she inspected his  helicoptor


and one of several air boats.
The boss of this giant operation is her first cousin--Jeff--she met him briefly before he was off to Johanisberg, South Africa for an international trade conference. The purpose of which is to find ways to persuade the world that commercializing endangered animals is the most efficient way to save them. (Rhinos for example can--and are--being commercially raised)

So we enjoyed his private camp and picnic cabins with pool

and one of his employees took us for a ride on the lovely Ouachita river.


Her cousin Alana invited us over for a photographic walk down memory lane.  Here's my mother and grandmother and myself about 40 years ago.  Christine laughed when she saw this and said she understands why her mother slept with me.

RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES: HERE'S A POEM FROM MY BOOK THAT IS SO TOTALLY APPROPRIATE FOR NOW:

WILD OATS
He never knew he'd sired a daughter
 till she was fully grown,
When she sought and found her mysterious father
and claimed him as her own.

Wild oats often return to the sower.
Mostly they bite and stress us.
But now and then, fate, with a grin
returns our oats to bless us.

AND SO I DO---FEEL BLESSED.  This was a mission fraught with some risk;  not least of which is that my glitteringly successful family would make me seem, by comparison, an utter failure.  It didn't seem to happen ---she still seems to love and respect me. I spoke with her a few minutes ago asking for her reaction to the whole trip. She said she feels a sense of completeness that has removed a long-time unrest in her.  She feels  peaceful regarding the gene pool she came from--- that she had finally been "home"--- that loose ends had been tied up.








Sunday, September 03, 2017

DEATH BY CHOICE---A GOOD FRIEND TAKES HIS LIFE

My dear friend and fellow blogger Wayne Wirs took his life yesterday in one of his favorite camping spots along the Green River near Le Barge, Wyoming.

I met him in Aug of 09 in Portland, Oregon when he came down from the mountain to meet me and discuss the pros and cons of living in a trailer.  We quickly got philosophical and never stopped as we reconnected many times in the coming years.


Here, we connected in Salida, Colorado 2 years ago.  A few days ago we made plans to connect in Wyoming after the eclipse.  I lost computer service for awhile, then yesterday I received the same sad notice that all his friends received:  "See you soon".


Click HERE to read one of the greatest suicide notes ever written.

RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES: Here's my take on this extraordinary man and his extraordinary death:

1, HE WALKED HIS TALK.  He said he would do this willingly when he felt the moment was right--and he did!

2. HIS BOLDNESS AND COURAGE  WILL REFRESH  DISCUSSION OF A GREAT MORAL QUESTION: DO WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE THE MANNER AND TIME OF OUR DEATH.

3.  HE INSPIRES ME TO DIE COURAGEOUSLY BY MY CHOICE WHENEVER I WISH.
( Though I must admit that we also hurried to contact the authorities in his area when we read his note)

4.  HIS INABILITY TO GET HIS PAIN ALLEVIATED AT THE VA HAS INSPIRED ME TO BRING THIS INCIDENT TO THE ATTENTION OF THE VA REQUESTING THAT THEY REEXAMINE THEIR PROCEEDURES IN DEALING WITH SUCH CASES.  Did they take his complaints seriously---or just dismiss him with a handfull of pills?

5. I HAVE RESOLVED TO ASSEMBLE  THOSE WHO LOVED HIM IN A CELEBRATION OF HIS LIFE THIS WINTER AT THE RTR (Rubber tramp Rendezvous) at Quartzsite, Az.

6. I TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO CONSIDER AND REVIEW HIS BASIC IDEAS:
     A. Perhaps there is a God---who loves us.
     B. Attempts to communicate with us directly---often through synchronicities.
     C.  Perhaps we are an immortal soul inhabiting a body.
     D. Perhaps we will be reincarnated after we die.
     E, Perhaps God wants us to live happy and fulfilling lives and guides us when we are receptive.

Wayne was not alone in his beliefs.  Here's what my favorite poet, Walt Whitman had to say on the subject of death:

"As to you death, you bitter hug of mortality,
It is idle to try to alarm me.
No doubt I have already died many times before.
I wish I could translate the hints about those dead young men and women,
and the hints about old men and mothers
and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.

what do you think has become of the young and old men
what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere.
The smallest sprout shows there's really no death
All goes onward and outward and nothing collapses,
and to die is different than anyone supposed.

Has anyone considered it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her that it is just as lucky to die.
And I know it.
I do not know what is untried and afterward
but I know it is sure, and alive and sufficient.
Do you see oh my brothers and sisters, it is not chaos and death,
It is form and union and plan,
it is eternal life, it is happiness.


Wednesday, August 30, 2017

THE EERIE EXPERIENCE OF A TOTAL ECLIPSE

We drove 700 miles---located a great--free camping spot in the dead center of its path--waited 3 days for it to happen---welcomed abut 30 others to our fine spot---AND THEN---AND THEN.

At 10:20 AM on 8/21/2017 the world began to darken,

and darken,

and darken,

until it was near total darkness for 2 minutes and 23 seconds.

Strange things began to happen:
 This bird ceased flying and settled herself into roosting posture.
The temperature dropped an estimated 20 degrees--chilly.
Cricket sounds suddenly filled the air.
Stars came out--Venus was especially bright.

Then slowly dawn appeared on the eastern horizon.

RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES:  YES, SWEET PEOPLE, IT WAS WORTH THE 700 MILE DRIVE.
AND NO, IT DIDN'T MAKE ME BEGIN TO BELIEVE IN GOD!
My feelings were of AWE and WONDER  I marvel that SCIENCE can so accurately predict its exact path and time.  SCIENCE took the terror out of this and other phenomenon and now we are free to enjoy.




Saturday, August 19, 2017

LET'S GO TO WYOMING AND SEE THE ECLIPSE

SHE SAID LET'S GO---IT'S A ONCE IN A LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY--MORE OR LESS.  Wouldn't it be wonderful to see total darkness fall over the land at 10:00 O'clock in the morning so that you could see the stars.  Wyoming is the best place. Scientist studying weather history say there is where clear skies are most likely.

The offer comes as I'm settled into one of my favorite spots in the Flagstaff area--a meadow of some thousands of acres.
Looking to my south---and no, that;s not the moon rising.  It's the Naval observatory perched on that distant hill.  It's primary function is to certify what time it is---nd if necessary to add or subtract from our officil time.  As a sideline, it locates exo-planets outside our solar system.  They have found several.
And this is Kat, come to visit for a few days--one of my favorite people--the sanest, most contributing citizen I have the privledge to know.  She is amazingly resourceful, self reliant and joyful--and a terrific dancer.

A better view from my campsite--Mt. Humphrey behind me.


Two more friends arrive to enjoy Flagstaff's coolness and beauty.

And later, two more old friends Laurie and Lisa just in time for a rainbow shot.
So why would I leave such a spot and such friends.

Well, to go on a grand adventure with another of my friends.
I stashed my trailer, cobbled together a bed and some supplies in my van and off we went, North of Flagstaff through Indian country toward Colorado, Utah and Wyoming.

Our first night out we made it to Navajo National Monument. (terrific and the parking is free)

Past Kayenta through monument valley


and on past mexican hat.  Isn't this amazing?  I have climbed up to its neck, but there are climbers who have succeeded in climbing on top of it.

Climbing down into a real kiva at Edge of Cedars museum in Blanding, Utah. (worth seeing)


Our second night we spent at Recovery Reservoir just 4 miles outside Blsnding. (free)


Enroute to Moab, Ut is this well named CHURCH ROCK.

Some miles south of Moab is one of America's great Rest areas.  Stop and rest awhile and get some good water.  Butch Cassidy and gang did so.

Then drive this fantasy highway---#128 along the Colorado River


To the ghost town of Cisco.

Into Colorado and North on scenic highway #139 to Rangley. Very exciting--high passes--at the top of which we met these guys who locate and photograph animals in the valley below.  They showed us a large black bear.

We camped for the night at this rest area south of Rangely.

In Vernal Utah



We visited the dinasaur museum---don't miss this one--it's great.

We moved on into Wyoming--surprisingly treeless here, camping at Flaming Gorge Reservoir.


And then I very nearly got destroyed by this gigantic  wide load. I managed to take this pict and swerve to the roadside
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In Lander Wyoming we met these wonderfully helpful people: Steve Schacht, Barb Gustin and Rob Robertson.  I was amazed at how well prepared they were to be helpful to the public during this special event.  In addition to giving free eclipse glasses and a special Forestry Service eclipse bandana, they helped us locate a terrific viewing spot---dead center of the event.



Here's one page of  a specially prepared report on everything you could wish to know.
Ahh sweet people, believe it, the world really is getting better and these federal employees are stretching their imagination to prove it. (read Pinker's latest book:  THE WORLD IS NOT FALLING APART)

Settled into a dead center lovely spot to await the big show.

RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES:  A road trip with a friendly and flexible companion is one of life's great joys.  No one said it better than Walt Whitman:

Afoot and light hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free--the world before me.
Henceforth I ask not good fortune;
I myself am good fortune
Strong and content I travel the open road..
I inhale great draughts of space;
The East and West are mine;
The North and South are mine.
All seems besutiful to me.
I can repeat over to men and women;
you have done such good to me;
I will do the same for you.
Whoever you are, come--- travel with me;
However sweet these laid up stores,
However convenient this dwelling
we cannot remain here.
However calm these waters, however secure this harbor,
 we cannot anchor here.
Together the inducements shall seem greater.
We will sail wild and pathless seas;
 go where the winds blow, Waves dash
and the yankee clipper speeds by under full sail.

Forward, after the great companions
and to belong to them;
they too are-- on the road.
Onward to that which is endless
as it was beginningless.
To undergo much, tramps of days and rest of nights.
 To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it;.
To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for you.
To know the universe itself as a road;-- as many roads;
As roads for traveling souls.