fellonearth

The lineup.

First friend moved to Reno and is a hen pecked bitch that doesn't get any say in his life or money.

Dad, is a shut in 6 hours away and doesn't feel like leaving his property even though he is a life long Floyd fan that has never seen them in concert.

Brother, lives in the same area and has a similar outlook.

Sister, was afraid to leave her boyfriend alone for a week to go to the concert and visit with family because she fears he'll probably go fuck someone else while she is gone.

Friend #2, was 4 hours away and didn't want to drive up for the concert.

Friend #3, didn't call back.

Happy Birthday!

When I first started coming out here in 2000 it was so much different as well. The intersection right here that was once a wonderful sand drifted four way stop is now a six lane mega street. The sand no where to be found. I used to love the sandstorms that would pick up on windy days (like today actually) and if you were out in one the sand would build up on your windshield so much you would have no choice but to use the wiper once or twice to remove it. I haven't seen a sand storm in years because there is no more sand in this desert, only concrete and grass. With all of the extra sprinklers and lack of sand the humidity sometimes feels more like Florida than a desert.

I'd hate to end up like the Asimov novel. Caves of Steal. I drive down the freeway sometimes and stare off into the mountains and wonder what the valley must have been like before all of the concrete was poured. Seven billion people have to live somewhere but damn. Sure, human progress is what got us into this mess, only because it is had by human minds. Ironically, it's progress through technology that can save us, seriously though, one more reason, despite the difficulties, to head out into space. Not only would it create millions of jobs, but solve the ever increasing sustainability problem. Though, the amoeba analogy is pretty accurate and if we don't learn from the mistakes made on Earth it will only happen again elsewhere. I just don't see how a society such as ours can survive without a complete paradigm shift in human thinking. Call me crazy (if you haven't already ) but currency based economics is the main culprit. I long for the (mythological) era when people do in the name of good and discovery, or simply because shit needs to get done, and take care of the world or worlds of which support them. Celebrated by vast cultural diversity but united in common interests instead of separated by differences. In such a world there would be no reason or warrant for our small sandy roads to become six lane highways.

I've lived here for 7 years now and have yet to make it. haha..

Well it is one of the biggest music fests in the world and the music is mostly good, but any time you get 50,000 people together and serve them alcohol shit is bound to happen.

How was owning a winery? Grow your own grapes? I think having a vineyard would be pretty fantastic (the idea of it anyway). I'm a country dude at heart (not country as in the music or culture, just love being in rural places far from the nearest city).

I'm sending this to mom so she can put in on the fridge.

HA!

You started "Destroy this picture" it's a great idea borrowed or created.

Stolen!?! What a bummer.

You could just zoom in on the map and switch to satellite view. That will get to your cache site. You'd still have to beat the brush and decipher the clues.

My call on a projected Uruguay vs. USA game is the only one I had some trouble making. While almost evenly match I gave it to Uruguay as they "just" play a tighter game and have more international experience. The game could go either way but ultimately Brazil will beat either.

Thanks for the assist with Thistle's questions.

I'd like to think I captured the movement very well in my portrait.

As for HST... as I type this lying on my bed, above my head hangs the Rolling Stone magazine from the week he died, resting in a handcrafted frame. I have some affection for the man. Immediately after posting that, I actually went down the street to my (now) local bar, where many, many years ago they held a wake for Dr Thompson months after his death. After downing fourteen or so Wild Turkeys, I approached the open mic & proceeded to tell the audience-- which consisted of yuppies slumming it & broke-ass college kids-- that the Dr would have hated them all, & then went on a lengthy diatribe about how the best way to honor the man's memory was to live up to his questioning & rebellious spirit, not sit in a bar drinking discounted bourbon & glorify substance abuse while listening to jive-ass "free" jazz & watching clips of actors portraying him.

Many drinks were bought for me after I had finished, I was honestly surprised that so many people had such a positive reaction-- including the bandleader whose band I had just called "jive-ass"-- to such a hateful little screed, but I guess I landed it nicely.