Saturday, January 31, 2009
January 31
A lovely dinner of mountain oysters.
Wikipedia: Rocky Mountain oysters (sometimes called prairie oysters) is a North American culinary name for edible offal, specifically buffalo, boar, or bull testicles. They are usually peeled, coated in flour, pepper and salt, sometimes pounded flat, then deep-fried. This delicacy is most often served as an appetizer.
In case you wondered.
Elko, Nevada
Friday, January 30, 2009
January 29
So, a guy leaving this bar invited us to go with him to ANOTHER bar - a titty bar, he explained. A FUCKING titty bar, he further elaborated.
We turned down the invitation.
Elko, Nevada
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
January 27
We had winter today. It will probably be gone by tomorrow.
And that's the way I like to have winter (if you have to have it at all).
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
January 24
The way I look at - if it makes you laugh right out loud in the antique store AND costs less than ten bucks, you must purchase it.
And that is how I came to possess this duck creamer.
Lubbock, Texas
(creamer found in Llano, Texas)
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
January 20
So, I am really a dork: every day I print out the blog and put the pages (in chronological order, of course) in a binder.
And then, TAKE A PICTURE and post it.
Lubbock, Texas
Monday, January 19, 2009
January 19
If you are passing through Brady and want to spend the night, this looks like a pretty nice place, what with the refreigerated air and vented heat and all.
Brady, Texas
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
January 16
Before it was relocated, the bus station had the most memorable address in all of Lubbock - 1313 13th Street.
That building is for sale, so if you want a cool address call your realtor.
Lubbock, Texas
January 15
Las Vegas is ridiculous.
You can't tell what's real, what's not, what's just a mirage. (It's easy to tell the Mirage, however: there's a sign. And a volcano, of course.)
Las Vegas, Nevada
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
January 14
Las Vegas is ridiculous.
Everything is busy to the point of being frantic. People at the bus stop tell you all about their other visits here ("Last time, we was staying up by the Stratosphere - all the way up there! - and there was one a them temperature things and it was 104 degrees at midnight. I wouldna believed it but my brother-in-law tole me."*). And, even though conventional wisdom says Las Vegas is on the skids because of the economy, it is still full of people.
Las Vegas, Nevada
* Yep. That's an actual conversation that I tried to avoid being a part of.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
January 13
Las Vegas is ridiculous.
On the elevator, a hairy guy with his shirt unbuttoned one button too far - to better showcase his gold medallion - asked me if I was going to see the Donny and Marie show while I was in town. He looked very sad when I told him that my schedule would prevent it.
Maybe... it was Donny Osmond?
Las Vegas, Nevada
Monday, January 12, 2009
January 12
I like it that the Big Spring book is subtitled The Casual Biography of a Prairie Town. It was written in 1942; my version was signed by the author in 1947. Also, the book jacket tells us that the book "makes no pretence of being a literary masterpiece." And, the author sketches in "pungent" details. No wonder I am afraid to read it.
Lubbock, Texas
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
January 10
Friday, January 9, 2009
January 9
"Pearl held in black fingers
Is the moon behind dry trees."
from "Use Me While You Can"
Bruce Cockburn
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photo of moon and pecan trees
Lubbock, Texas
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
January 7
DONT TAKE STUFF... and don't make me tell you again. Or use an apostrophe.
Texas Tech University Campus
Lubbock, Texas
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
January 6
I like how the word "Victor" and the word "photography" are spaced differently so they take up the same amount of space on the windows. And how the center pane must have been replaced after the words were put up, because the photographer's last name is missing.
Lubbock, Texas