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I know you were looking for some kind of road stories, Lisa... but road stories are better told when being reflected on. They come in snippets of information that need to be stitched together to make any kind of sense... like a series of white lines that only turn into a highway when you've backed away from them a little. Meanwhile, I want to chime in about everybody's current…

Now that a national hissy fit has been thrown regarding proposed legislation to stop rampant internet piracy (thus cowing the bovine politicians we sometimes mockingly refer to as our 'leaders' into submission),  I think we should look at the real issue at hand regarding SOPA. 

Money.

Nothing more, nothing less. Unless you consider trafficking in…

Last week, my home state of New Mexico marked its centennial anniversary of statehood. Before that, it was a territory. And before that, it was part of Mexico. And so on. 

New Mexico was given statehood in 1912. They taught us that in school, like they taught us about Coronado searching for the seven cities of gold. When you're a child, you just accept these…

Unbeknownst to Mitt Romney, his presidential bid is doomed to failure. His fate is sealed. The White House just ain't in the cards. How do I know this? Simple, really. I hitchhiked through Utah in the early 1970's.

As Joe Walsh once stated in an album title, "You Can't Argue With A Sick Mind". So please allow me to make my case.

I was…

Nature is the Great Teacher, the Great Leveller... the Big It. So it is always humbling to learn from Her.

My most recent encounter was in the world of that most humble of creatures, the squirrel. Tree rats, as some folks disparagingly call 'em around here. 

Squirrels are generally perky little creatures, chattering with their tails wagging in warning to their kin about potential danger. They bury nuts, which grow into trees, if they aren't eaten beforehand. And…

I started blogging back in the day when Myspace was an actual viable social network. That bygone era before Facebook was deemed Ruler of All Social Networks, and Myspace  became the advertising flyer attached to peoples’ Facebook pages that’s about as appealing as the inside of Rupert Murdoch’s brain on bad acid.

I can’t tweet. Or at least I won’t. Except maybe on the rare occasion when I sense that my twelve rabid Twitter followers are just salivating in…

In those final, strange days, rhyme and reason became irrelevant. Plastic bags rose on balmy breezes, like birds of a feather, flocking together. The mottled sun sank into an oily sea, and indeed few dared openly doubt God was in his Heaven and all was right with the world.

Thought, once relegated to the highest common denominator of human endeavour, was reduced to mere flashes of semi-consciousness, expressed in grunts and bulbous gestures by humanoid creatures barely more…

Eloise and Evelyn got to the top of the escalator, eggplant firmly in hand. As they got off, they couldn't help but notice that a priest, a rabbi and Batman were getting on the descending escalator. The de-escalator, as it were.

"What is this... a joke?" Evelyn groaned.

"We're going to a bar!" Batman boasted.

"Why don't you join us?" rasped the rabbi.

"Please!" panted the priest. "Bring your eggplant!"

"What the…

With every thing that is going on in the news these days.... the WikiLeaks stories, the tax bill, two wars and so on, it is telling that one of the dominant scoops in the American media is a video clip of Miley Cyrus smoking a bong at her eighteenth birthday party.

Oh. My. God. Say it ain't so!

Why in the world this is supposed to be such shocking and distressing news, I have no idea. And yet we have her father, Billy Ray Cyrus (the only guy who ever actually…