Great news! I had occasion to transit a desert settlement I call “Las Vegas.” While there, I visited New York, Paris and Rome…all within a couple of hours. No more multiple flights around the world, no more incurring carbon karma, not more tedium of airports. You can see the same boorish behavior, regrettable wardrobe choices and waddling midwesterners in Las Vegas as you could anywhere in the world.
All of the best parts of New York, transported to the desert.Ooo la la! Paris delights as always.Eataly is conveniently located between Paris and Rome.
Many readers, presumably prospective cat owners, have clamored for details of the New Cat Orientation guidelines. Xena found these fascinating and studied them intently. Here are the guidelines, re-formatted for internet viewing.
New Cat Orientation
Welcome to the household! We hope that you will find your life here a satisfying and enriching experience. We have learned that you can make the transition to full-fledged house panther easier by following a few simple rules and remembering:
An orderly and disciplined approach to life is the key to happiness.
Cats are known for being silent stalkers and killers. Please polish that reputation by remaining silent at all times. Except for purring, which is acceptable.
Cats are not permitted on the counters. Previous house tigers misunderstood this rule by thinking they could prowl the countertops during my absence. This is strictly forbidden.
Mealtimes are fixed. Snacking between meals is frowned upon. Begging for food or otherwise making a nuisance of yourself in pursuit of handouts will gain you nothing.
Adequate sleep is critical for optimal health. Accordingly, you may not engage in boisterous patrolling of the house during sleeping time. You are encouraged to nap during these periods.
Elimination of bodily waste is permitted only in designated areas.
Archeologists from the University of Southern New Mexico have recently unearthed a well-preserved village near the the pueblo of Las Cruces. Dubbed “Mesilla” (pronounced meh SEE ya), this village displays the physical village arrangement typical of the first band of Spanish thieves. They established a sense of place by creating a town square called an “alameda,” after an island in San Francisco Bay.
Building papist churches was a high priority among the gang of Spanish thieves. Look closely and you will see the graven image of an unwed mother in front of the edifice. The motif of the Unwed Mother, along with other imaginary personages, was prominent among these thieves.
This is an early example of well-executed graffiti, typical of the early days of imperial conquest. Archeologists have determined that this sample is literally translated as “Window of Mesilla,” but no convincing explanation of its meaning to its contemporaries is proffered. It is worth noting that the juxtaposition of the varied type faces is deprecated in modern graffiti.
This signage indicates the location of a restaurant, which provides sustenance to locals and visitors alike. They accept US currency and some credit cards as forms of payment. The name is a mystery. “La Posta” means female letter carrier or female mail man. Despite the many hypotheses seeking to explain why anyone would name a restaurant after a category of postal worker, none have proven satisfactory.
A close reading of the historical record indicates that a misunderstood and culturally downtrodden person called “Billy the Kid” was accused of killing a few people. He was tried, convicted and sentenced to hang in this building. One wonders if Mr the Kid saw the irony of being tried in a building named for him! Legend says the judge declared him guilty and sentenced him to hang until “dead Dead DEAD!” To which Mr the Kid is said to have replied, “I’ll see you in hell Hell HELL.” At which point he ran away, to the consternation of the authorities. He escaped the noose, only to be shot and killed a few days later.
This is a gratuitous image of a black cat, Xena, the Warrior Princess; neither the image nor the cat was uncovered during the excavation of Mesilla.
I’ve discovered there is a thing called “Buc-Ee’s.” They are established on the roadside of major thoroughfares are serve the needs of the traveling public. Their mascot is a cast bronze beaver for some reason, as you can see below.
This beaver is suitably sized for selfie taking. Imagine the delight of being hugged by a bronze beaver!
These retail outlets are an amazing combination of a Target, deli, truck stop and grocery store.
A dizzying array of dry goods for sale at Buc-Ee’s.
A deli to suit all tastes, especially those inclined to beef brisket.
In case you’ve forgotten your smoker/grill or fire pit, you can pick one up at Buc-Ee’s.
But-Ee’s as the world’s largest array of ice machines ever assembled. Let no drink go uncooled!
In addition to ice machines, Buc-Ee’s is second to none in fuel pumps. This particular one can fuel 100 vehicle simultaneously. Many a European army would love to have logistics like this!
They claim to treat employees well. 401k matching and 3 weeks of vacation a year!
I have been savagely misled. Visited Cocoa Beach; it is ordinary sand! Doesn’t faintly resemble cocoa and makes a lousy hot beverage. Have not been so disappointed since visiting the Gold Coast. Geographers are a dishonest lot.
Cocoa Beach disappoints; just ordinary sand.
Otherwise, in all fairness, I must report that Florida is an awful place. It’s no wonder that the inhabitants thereof are so surly; I would be, too, if I were condemned to a life there. Did you know that it is possible to drive for 15, maybe 20 miles, down a road and see nothing but strip malls? I had no idea a place needed so many fast food chains, tattoo parlors, and knick-knack shops. There seems to be no end of Floridian appetites for such merchantilism. As an urban designer, I have to admit that it leaves me…depressed.
On the other hand, Florida has achieved an epic level of discourtesy and rudeness. I’m not talking about the customary insolence of what passes for wait staff in these parts. I hope you have never had to endure what I about to describe; the more sensitive may wish to resume watching cat videos. Entities, masquerading as people, pull into a gas station, occupy a pump, wander about the grounds, complete their Christmas shopping at the truck stop store, feast on government approved food products from the roller apparatus, take a nap, squabble with their spouse, all with complete indifference to the queue of people waiting to fill their tanks. An extraordinary display of callous disregard for others. As you might imagine, I’ve patronized many gas stations on my journey; these folk live exclusively in Florida.
I’m happy to report there is one redeeming quality to this (thankfully) vanishing part of America: song birds. The place is full of them, singing the songs of their people all day long. Bright red cardinals, pretty bluebirds flashing their colors, drab little brown birds…all of them singing their hearts out. Delightful.
While passing through Eastern New Mexico, I discovered a town quite infatuated with aliens: Roswell, New Mexico! I even met one, who was quite shiny and friendly.
There are numerous businesses in town focused on extra-terrestrials (as aliens are sometimes known). My favorite was this Scottish restaurant shaped like a flying saucer!
They even have food shaped like flying saucers!
Although I was unable to participate myself, one could purchase priceless alien artifacts and eat alien donuts while in Roswell.
Acting on a tip from intrepid explorers Jack and Tres, I have located a mother lode of fossil artifacts. According to legend, a tornado spawned by the Great Blow of 2015 vacuumed up several feet of the desert surface, uncovering magnificently preserved fossils from the distant past. This vast trove will keep fossilologists gainfully employed for a period of time. Read more.
Fossil of a prehistoric scorpion of Tacoma size.
One of our early ancestors engaged in hunter/gatherer behavior. Death caught him in mid-task, suggesting that an immediate catastrophe struck without warning.
In prehistoric times, offspring would gain nourishment by forcefully taking glandular secretions from its parent, rather than foraging for its own food.
Ha! Whole Foods has outfoxed the Deep State, which is trying to force GMO foods and water on us all. Stock up while you can. Special bonus: it’s also kosher!