Friday, May 16, 2008

Springtime in Arizona




Here we are in Flagstaff Arizona.

May 13 2008

Temp 36 deg F.

Dunno what is is Celsius

About six inches deep the snow was.




Probably gone by now.





I wanted to show you this first because it's the anomaly.



Stay tune to this station for the amazing adventures of

"The Road to Ruins"


Starring Me and Her, a bunch of places where people used to live
and a Chevrolet Cobalt.

One reason I don't like traveling is 'cause it feels like this;

Me speaking, "Hey Chief, nice double wide, C'n I take a picher?
Jissa minnit, let my wife hold the papoose OK?
Hey nice TV izzat new? We gotta 45 incher.
Thanks, Tonto, hey, kid don't lean on the car,
aincha got no respect for other folks stuff?"

And that's just when I'm eating fry bread in a restaurant.

Anyway, we made it back without any international incidents.
Lots more pictures.
She took 'em all so they are all pretty good.

All right I took this one.

I do like fry bread.
And not just because of Tony Hillerman

or Sherman Alexie.

Picked up Sherman's new book
"FLIGHT"

I'll have something to say about our favorite Yakima later.

As soon as I remember what it was that struck me about that and
"Absolutely True Story of a Part Time Indian"


Opera tomorrow, "I Puritani"

Then, Sunday, it's The Rainier Symphony doing their "Around the world in 80 minutes"

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9 Comments:

Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

It is already Sunday for me, and how wonderful to see your flurry of activity. Flagstaff is still fairly high in the mountains, but 6" of snow. It's like our snow in early April here. Probably something to do with global warming and Bush and the oil barons, enit?

We are all excited to follow the adventures on THE ROAD TO RUINS. The first installment has found its way to FFTR already. You do crack me up with your peculiar vision of native America.

FLIGHT is also a powerful book, one of Sherman's best. I love his poetry and short stories, but he hits his stride when getting us deeper into the characters in his novels. I could not escape Vonnegut's SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE imagery while on this literary and spiritual journey with Alexie. By the way, he is a Spokane, not a Yakima, I think.

Glenn

4:28 PM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

You've got the Indian thing wrong on FFTR
"Chief" doesn't speak
He stands there politely hoping paleface asshole goes away.

The whole thing is about how I feel when I'm invading other peoples sovereign nations.

I feel like a dork.

An ugly American.

Even when I'm ordering mutton stew and fry bread in the
Blue Coffee pot restaurant.

Oops, Spokane or Yakima, I'll have to check on that but I think you're right.

6:57 PM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

Yep...Spokane.
Sorry Sherm.

6:59 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane+Meredith!
Glad you made it back to civilization safe and sound!
LL (and I) send regards to you two and to Keth.
What is "fry bread"??
Tschüß,
Anonomann (+LL)

1:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane!
Glad you still have your "blocker" turned off. Hope you keep it off!
With it "on", your Blogspot seems like one in a dictatorship without "freedom of the press" (whatever that is/was).
Slava,
Anonomanski/vich

1:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane+Meredith!!
Hope you liked "I Puritani"!! Speight thinks it is the best thing since sliced bread (or Fry Bread, whatever that is). He has accused me´of consummate betrayal for not leaving my LL sooner to be able to attend that "once in a lifetime" opera in Seattle. What did you two think of it???
Tschüß,
Anonomann

2:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Y'all!
I had to stay here to do the English pieces for the "Programmheft" for this summer's "Carmen"; the opera Schwerin is doing this year for its open-air summer Castle Festival. Speight thinks a passive place in the McCaw would be better than an active activity here. The LL would answer that with a dagger.
Tschüß,
Anonomann

2:04 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Fry bread is an Indian delicacy, sort of. It is bread, but I believe it is fried in a pan and never baked; although sometimes I wonder if for the tourists, they just fry up some already baked bread. The dough is sweeter than most breads, and it is great fresh and hot and dripping with honey, butter, and cinnamin. At the Puyallup Fair they sell fry bread by the ton, sometimes calling it "elephant ears" when it is dripping in powdered sugar. Sherman Alexie talks and writes a lot about fry bread, about how his mother made the best fry bread on the Spokane reservation; or was it his grandmother? Anyway, mein herr, if you ever get the chance to munch down on some prime fry bread--you do it! YOU WILL ENJOY YOURZELF!

Glenn

5:40 AM  
Blogger Robin said...

Good grief! Merideth looks quite fetching in her yellow jacket!

I notice on your profile that you've had lots of lookers... Congrats on starting and building this blog so well.

6:37 PM  

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