Fire Cloud...
An irregular marking on the exterior of Native American pottery: usually resulting from burning fuel coming in direct contact with the vessel during firing

Friday, 20 September 2013

Keep Talking...Keep Walking

Las Cruces, New Mexico



For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals
Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination
We learned to talk
-Pink Floyd, "Keep Talking"


Then later we learned to make characters to represent our talk...
and now we post our squiggles for anyone to read...
Our friends zap birthday wishes
from around the globe



imagine what will be... 
Thank you Chris and Alice and Helen and Stacey and Bennett
you characters made my day.
-Phred Firecloud



my name is robert dougherty
feel free to call me phred
im a creature of the asphalt
a long way short of dead

no bearded fat man navy seal
is gonna bawl me out
i ll have his testicles on toast
and spit the buggers out

my wife is known as mrs phred
shes beautiful and cute
we cross this land from coast to coast
shes something less than mute

my brain is not a normal mans
 it works some other way
like some gunslingers 45
or lightning striking day

okay okay im 70
ive lasted all this time
from vietnam to tonopah
hey buddy make it rhyme

and so tonite its mesilla
the golden eagles eye
my wife and i will look at life
my eyes may not be dry


-by Chris Macleod 


On my morning walk I found a lovely cemetery in Las Cruces and on a sidewalk was the inscription: "WPA 1937"...what a nice thought....The Works Progress Administration  was the largest and most ambitious New Deal agency, employing millions of unemployed people (mostly unskilled men) to carry out public works including the construction of public buildings and roads. In much smaller but more famous projects the WPA employed musicians, artists, writers, actors and directors in large arts, drama, media, and literacy projects...too bad we don't still have one of these....


We're getting about 60 digital channels here on the antenna, but 55 of them are in Spanish...the grocery store shelces are bulging with green chile, red enchilada sauce, hot salsa and tortillias...I like it here at 4,000 feet...


Yesterday we had a big lunch in La Posta in old Mesilla.


Billy the Kid and Pancho Villa both stayed here in their time.....


We had margaritas and shared a cup of soup and a fajita order. We both left feeling bloated and napped the afternoon away...in the morning Mrs. Phred beat me again at tennis 6-2, 6-1.
 
Cheers...

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