I have a mechanic buddy in Texas who, inexplicably, charges me 1995 prices for his work. He sleeps in his garage and rebuilds engines on a pool table. He says he’s never left the county. Every night he sits in a plastic chair and drinks beer and throws the cans in this pile

Next time I’m in Mexico I will be looking for jaguar chaps

To make a girl giggle have her say ‘rural walrus’ three times fast

A coyote dies in the desert

Chicory coffee and pickled beets

I mourn the loss of regional variety. Sad to see the march of homogeneous monoculture. This age of innovation is also an age of farewell to traditions and customs, accents and idioms. Blessed be those who keep the old ways alive, who collect the old stories & learn the old tricks

Jabba the Hill

Going a hundred down a high desert back road bathed in Gregorian chant I feel propelled and protected by the holy spirit

Drinking room temp beers with my wizened old mechanic friend in his bachelor shack in south Texas on the edge of the hill country... I've been transported back in time, to a time that is almost gone now, a time I understand and get along in just fine

Just an incarnate spirit in a contingent world

I try to offset my own inevitable screentime by going out drinking & dancing, small talk with the old men playing dominos around a heater at the feedstore, praying the rosary with a church full of the faithful before Mass, writing letters to distant family & flirting w old ladies

Thoughts from a west Texas steakhouse

You know I’m studying the spring index in a west Texas cafe

Ave Maria

Obviously a cigarette for desert

Eating pickled quail eggs and sardines like a Greek dock worker

Goats goats goats

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You spend years carefully coiling the hose until one day you find that the hose will coil itself. So it is with the self, with the soul Your daily habits determine your eternal home

When most of what the broom sweeps are its own bristles, of what good is the broom?

Ok I kinda like the $20 Costco jacket