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  • hardie karges 6:51 pm on September 25, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , desert, Desert Hot Springs, ,   

    Perfect Day, Infinite Gist, final part: Bus, Crappers, Caffeine, DFW, D-i-v-o-r-c-e… 

    Desert Oasis in California

    Desert Oasis in California

    (continued from previous)

    And so the bus breaks down, at three in the morning, with battery problems, or something in the electrical system, as those things are hard to pinpoint without accurate diagnostic tests. Anyway, it’s not good news, though somewhat mitigated by the fact that the desert is not so hot at three in the morning, AND…

    …the place has crappers. This is important for early morning ablutions, almost indispensable, in fact, given the circadian rhythms of the human body, without even considering the semi-trauma of being broken down on the side of the road, albeit in a pump-and-poop parking lot. It’s not the first time I’ve ever been in a broken-down bus, but the first time in America. (More …)

     
  • hardie karges 5:56 pm on September 22, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: D. F. Wallace, depression, , ,   

    Perfect Day, Infinite Gist, part 3: Bus, Desert, DFWallace, Suicide… 

    Ghost rider

    Ghost rider

    (continued from previous)

    My ghost bus proceeds from Tucson, avoiding Tucumcari, likewise Tehachapi, straight past Tonopah, on the outskirts of Phoenix, known for its wide skirts. The Pepsi soothes my parched throat sputtering and fizzing noisily, much more than a breakfast drink, as we say down south, it almost like elixir… medicine… some kind of magical liquid that lures you into its parlor and creates the future need for itself—it crackling with life when everything around it is dead, it calling out your name when all your friends tend to ignore you…

    No one on a bus wears a suit; that’s what I like about it. We pre-millennial Americans are defined by our suits: collar and tie, cuff and link, symbolized by our chains and the willingness of our submission, as it has been for the last hundred years, gentlemen and their ladies defined by that yoke, everyone else defined by its lack as lackeys… (More …)

     
    • Esther Fabbricante 8:53 pm on September 22, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Traveling alone is not in my future – just with family – one or more. Maybe a trip to Dallas/Southlake for Thanksgiving to see my two new twin great granddaughters who are imminent between now and Oct. 10. Greg will be a grandpa again! And 2-year old Jack will be a brother.

  • hardie karges 12:16 pm on September 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , Phoenix, ,   

    Perfect Day, Infinite Gist, part 2: Bus, City, Desert, Vaginas… 

    Bus full...

    Bus full…

    (continued from previous)

    1500 Hours: If travel is an addiction, then buses are the junk that courses through your veins. By American standards this is one step above homelessness, the ragged and wretched and the too-afraid-to-fly queuing up for bumpy-road jaunts to familiar locations where unnamed relatives live in uncertain symmetry, silence only occasionally interrupted by the rat-a-tat of gunfire and the backfire of Mexican low-riders…

    Of course it gets boring in a bus station after a few hours, but this is what happens when you go ‘next available’. In any city outside the USA, there would likely be huge crowds, if not actual throngs, of people watching and waiting expectantly to see if their bus will be on time, and if not then why not. People would be shifting body weight from foot to foot over some imagined fulcrum that merely hides the tracks and traces of boredom. (More …)

     
    • Esther Fabbricante 9:36 pm on September 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      What can I say? I liked Phoenix when I visited – but that was in 1976; and Scottsdale – didn’t see much. Sedona was beautiful.

    • hardie karges 10:00 pm on September 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      1976? It’s changed…

    • jodie scoggin 11:02 am on October 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      travel well,

      jodie scoggin

      • hardie karges 1:33 pm on October 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        I will, and you, too… where are you?

        • Jodie scoggin 5:37 am on November 1, 2015 Permalink

          I live off and on in Jackson…work in west Texas in the oilfield ocassionaly as a consultant for a geosciences company…but truth be told I have never worked much. Stayed in Mississippi State chemistry department as a researcher and overpaid grad student for many years….

          It was good to find your blog….as web wilder said ….eat big…grow strong…party hard… And wear glasses if ya need ’em

          Jodie

        • hardie karges 4:23 pm on November 1, 2015 Permalink

          Sounds good and interesting, got a nephew in Art Dept at MSU. Got Facebook? Who’s Web Wilder?

  • hardie karges 7:38 pm on September 14, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Greyhound Bus, , , marijuana   

    Perfect Day, Infinite Gist, part 1: Bus, Station, Weed, Whacker… 

    Greyhound Buses: main line in the US

    Greyhound Bus: US main line

    1100 Hours: I am sitting in the Greyhound bus station in Tucson, Arizona. I walked here from my house a mile or so (two km) away. I plan to go hang with my wife in LA, if I can only get away, get all my ducks in a row, get everybody on the same page, then just take off; but there is no bus with seats available today Sunday, or so they say. So I get online—in the bus station, mind you—and find one: six hours from now, a bus apparently hidden down an Internet worm hole…

    This is not the same Greyhound bus station that serves as my first memory of Tucson, more than a decade ago. That one was smack downtown, where University of Arizona housing now sits—stands? Tucson is changing. A guy who looked like Randy Quaid once hit me here—for no reason—just whacked me on the shoulder. Then he just kept walking like nothing even happened. So did I. I just now realized that it might actually have been Randy Quaid… (More …)

     
    • Esther Fabbricante 9:57 pm on September 14, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      You can even write about ‘nothing’ with a flair – I don’t know how you do it.

  • hardie karges 9:29 pm on September 12, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Celsius, Fahrenheit, , , ,   

    Hypertravel Hostel News: Good-bye Summer! High Time for Travelers in Tucson… 

    Hypertravel Hostel, Tucson

    Hypertravel Hostel, Tucson

    Right now it’s 99f/37c degrees in Tucson, Arizona, USA, and counting: 99.1, 99.2, 99.3, etc. Bottom line: it’ll probably hit 100f before the day is over, which is significant for a couple reasons, 1) It’s the first 100f day of September, and 2) It’ll probably be the last 100f day of the year, إن شاء الله

    To say the least: Tucson is one hot mother, and that 100f threshold is one convenient standard, maybe TOO convenient. I mean: this is a city that gets almost 100 of them per year, and that is the stuff of fame, or rather infamy, so I use 40 Celsius as a kinder and more sympathetic standard, ONLY 104f. That way the number of days go WAY down way fast, (Brit: rather a lot, and rather quickly)…

    Hypertravel Hostel: back view

    Hypertravel Hostel: back view, in January

    It’s a nice skill to have, too, to be able to convert temps from one to the other scale, far more useful as a hostel owner (Hypertravel Hostel) than any of the small handful of languages that I’m conversant in. After all, most foreigners don’t come to the US, at least not alone, unless they’re at least conversant in English, and once they do that, they sure don’t want to condescend to speak the native lingo with a gringo (call me ‘rhyme-a-dime’)…

    But temperature conversions are another thing. Almost no foreigners know Fahrenheit, except for a few older Canadians and Brits. The ablility to do rough sums in one’s head comes in handy then. The ability to withstand Tucson heat is another thing. You can have June and July. If I’m here next year, it won’t be in those months; that’s for sure… C U soon, I hope…

    http://www.hypertravel.biz/

    323-347-9003

     
    • Esther Fabbricante 9:53 pm on September 12, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Do you own this hostel? Looks nice. Hot in Brandon, too, but only 81f at 4:50 p.m. and forecast is 54f tonight. Will watch the MSU/LSU football game tonight on TV. Ole Miss is winning this afternoon over Fresno State – 49-14 so far.

  • hardie karges 10:36 pm on September 8, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    Syria in the Rear-View Mirror; Welcome to Europe إن شاء الله 

    Image result for refugees in europeThe flash mob that is now Europe has at least reached a pleasant plateau, if not exactly a Happy Ending, Feliz Final—whatever. So while we die-hard Liberals all get a feel-good moment and a pat on the back, for being so generous, and kind, and understanding, you have to wonder what everyone else is thinking…

    …and while I certainly don’t want to give credence to the racist ideology of the Hungarian government (ironic in that they are the least European of all Europeans, at least in origins, likely from the far Uralic northeast, language related only to Finnish and Lapp), still it might be worthwhile asking a few questions: (More …)

     
    • Esther Fabbricante 2:24 am on October 22, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I saw Wilson from a distance last Sat. night when Charla and I went to hear the Blackwood Brothers. A fantastic performance. We have a new Yamaha grand piano at the Civic Center.

  • hardie karges 4:38 pm on September 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Arabia, , migration,   

    The Math of Migration, the Path of Pilgrimage… 

    Okay, so right up front: I’m not an Arab-basher. I’m not an Islam-basher. I’m NOT Charlie Hebdo. I’ve even been accused of being a Jihadi. But here’s what I don’t get:

    1) the oil-rich Arab states of (Olympics sponsor) Qatar, UAE, Kuwait, Bahrain and others import literally millions of foreigners to do the work that their princely asses won’t do, up to 75% of their populations, to the point that the English language there is more of a lingua franca than their own native Arabic…

    2) millions of Arab-speaking Syrians and other war-torn Arab states are in a state of massive migration, in search of better lives, mostly to Europe, for lack of better options, a place where they know not the language nor the culture…

    3) almost NO Syrians have been resettled in the Persian Gulf, Bahrain being the one exception…

    What’s wrong with this picture? You do the math…

     
    • anna 11:15 pm on September 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Ive been thinking the same thing. Do you think its because the gulf nations wont be able to exploit the syrians as easily as they do the indians, filipinos etc?

      • hardie karges 12:05 am on September 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        I don’t know, to be honest, unless the filipinos and nepalis work for less. Otherwise you’d think they’d welcome the opportunity to reinforce Arab culture…

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