At Home He's a Tourist

He fills his head with culture/ He gives himself an ulcer.

Saturday, December 06, 2003

A few trip pics.

Home Economics

The phrase "bachelor pad" has two distinct, contradictory connotations: (1) a swinging, stylishly outfitted den of seduction; (2) a spartan and/or slovenly hovel resembling a Neanderthal's cave or monk's cell. My place is a bachelor pad in the second sense. My only furniture is a twenty-dollar love seat picked up at a garage sale, a twin bed with a simple steel frame, and a folding card table for the computer. I keep my clothes in plastic Sterilite drawers and my silverware in an old shoe box.

I was thinking that, since I spend so much time at home, I should pretty up the place so that, even if it never becomes a bachelor pad in the first sense, it would cease to be a bachelor pad in the second sense. But I face two obstacles to the realization of this dream: my laziness and my stinginess. I hate shopping and I haven't saved up much money this first year at my new job. I suppose that next year I'll need to forego trips to Europe, camping equipment from pricey little boutiques, expensive bottles of whiskey, and stacks of CDs. Or should I forego the home improvement and accept my semi-monastic habits as an integral part of my personality?

Friday, December 05, 2003

Movies

James Bowman has a good article on Kill Bill: Vol. 1. "Those who love this kind of movie love it because it is the cinematic equivalent of abstract painting — well, that and the fact that it gives them a chance to compete with each other by showing how many of its non-stop allusions to otherwise forgotten junk cinema they recognize. They are such dedicated movie-lovers that they naturally love it for being all movie, and having no messy, distracting connections to the world of flesh and blood. I mean actual flesh and blood, of course, not the movie kind whose promiscuous spraying about the set is one of the picture’s most egregious features."

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

Library/Local

Bobby Knight donates over 700 books to Texas Tech libraries. The article didn't say if self-help manuals on anger management were among them.

Trip

It was great to get out of town; my weekend film and music consumption was getting too routine. I picked up Pablo at the Lubbock Airport on Thursday morning and we cruised through the excellent Texas highway system while dodging tumbleweeds and listening to some regionally appropriate road trip music (Willie Nelson, The Flatlanders, etc.) provided to us by Felix. A few hours later we stopped in New Mexico to eat Thanksgiving lunch at McDonalds and look at the weird illuminated rock formations 700 feet underground in Carlsbad Caverns. Back on the road, we saw the silhouette of the Guadalupe Mountain Range rising abruptly from the desert plains. A half hour later we crossed back into Texas and pulled into the park visitors center, only to be told that all the campgrounds were taken. A park ranger advised us that back across the border in NM there was some Bureau of Land Management property open for campers. So we drove back up the highway as the sun was setting and found the gated dirt road. As we lurched along at 5 mph, weaving from side to side to avoid stones and thorny mesquite bushes, I wished for an SUV. We found a large level patch of dirt cleared out among the yucca and juniper, and hurried to set up Pablo's tent as a frigid wind stiffened our fingers. When we finished at dusk it was too uncomfortable for us to bother cooking, so we sat in the car and ate cold Turkey Spam sandwiches and dried cranberries picked out from trail mix. Finally we got into the tent with a bottle of Knob Creek at around 7 p.m. and shivered even in our mummy-style sleeping bags. First lesson for future campouts: in winter, consider Florida. Later in the evening I I got up to investigate the source of car doors slamming and loud talking. I saw two flashlight beams sweeping the area near the gate, but didn't find out until the next day that they were fellow campers.

In the morning we made coffee and ate muffins. Pablo's whisper stove suffered the fate of Challenger--the O-ring sealing the fuel cannister leaked and the entire apparatus caught on fire. I had brought my bargain basement camp stove as a backup, and although I didn't have high hopes for it since it failed me in Taos, Pablo managed to get it burning long enough to make a couple of cups of the hot and black*. Second lesson for future campouts: redundancy is good. We then packed up and went back to the campground, where we were glad to find an empty spot. After setting up the tent again, we started hiking up the trail to Guadalupe Peak. It was fairly strenuous but not nearly as difficult as Wheeler Peak, and we made it to the top in about 3 1/2 hours. We took in a spectacular view of the foothills to the east, the rest of the mountain range to the north, and a big salt flat to the south and west. I signed the guest book stashed in a metal ammunition box at the base of a memorial set up by the US Postal Service. Someone, by the way, had left in the box business cards with a blog address printed on them, The Lonewacko Blog, "Blogging Across America." An interesting idea...

Hiking down was easier on the cardiovascular system but murder on the joints. Third lesson for future campouts: bring a knee brace or two. Back at home base, we again made a hasty dinner (Dinty Moore) and crawled into the tent at 6:00 p.m. A few swigs of bourbon and we fell asleep for the next 13 hours.

The next day we spent hiking McCittrick Canyon, which is famous for its out of place fall foliage--a spring fed stream supports a number of typically eastern trees. At this time of year more of the leaves were on the ground than on the limbs, but they were still colorful. The path was blessedly level, a relief for our sore legs. After finishing the trail in early afternoon, Pablo took a nap in the tent while I climbed up a small hill near the campground. The mellow afternoon sun and gentle wind put me in a contemplative mood.

Later we decided to seek out the attractions of civilization. The nearest town on the map was Salt Flat to the southwest, but after a twenty minute drive we learned that the town seemed to consist of one house and one cafe (which latter was closed anyway). We did, however, admire the view of the mountains from across the salt flat. We decided to drive back north to Carlsbad for buffet dinner at Furr's and book browsing at Hastings.

The next day we took the southern route back to Lubbock. Going through the least populated county in the US was not that remarkable an experience; Loving county has the usual Permian Basin landscape studded with oil-pumps.

Sunday evening Estevan, a high school chum, arrived. I hadn't seen him in two years so we had a good time catching up. Unfortunately, we lost track of how much wine we were drinking and so had bad hangovers the next day, dampening the sightseeing. It also turns out that all the museums in Lubbock are closed on Monday. There was a small town museum in Floydada, Floyd County, with a few Coronado artifacts, and a good ol' West Texas gal curator who talked our ear off about local history.

By a lucky coincidence Estevan had found out a couple of weeks earlier that a college friend of his had gotten a teaching job at Texas Tech, so we stopped by the CS department on the off chance that he would be in his office. He was, so we went out to the brewpub for drinks and then arranged to eat dinner at a barbeque restaurant north of town, after Estevan and I could take a nap to get over the lingering hangover. The barbeque was great--the best beef brisket I've ever had.

Now I'm happy to be back at work so I can rest from my vacation.

*With acknowledgements to P. G. Wodehouse.

avantegarde
You're Avant Garde Indie. You listen to abstract
music like free-jazz and Krautrock. You drink
too much coffee and you scare the fuck out of
the rest of us. We're afraid to call you
pretentious because we know that we all just
don't get it. There are few of you out there,
and most of you will probably die soon.


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Courtesy Thomas Inskeep. Actually I'm not particularly indie, but yeah, I like Eric Dolphy, Kraftwerk, and sumatra blend.

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

Book

As my gov docs prof pointed out, changes in presidential administrations can lead to the disappearance of such documents from the White House web site, so this might be worth getting in paper...

President's Council on Bioethics. Human cloning and human dignity: the report of the President's Council on Bioethics. PublicAffairs, 2002. 350p ISBN 1-586-48176-2 pbk, $14.00

Choice: "As might be expected from a politically appointed group, the full range of positions on these controversial topics is not represented...Critics will also point to the underrepresentation of professional bioethicists on the council...These caveats duly noted, it must be acknowledged that the council is made up of a distinguished group of thinkers...The report provides clearly articulated arguments for divergent ethical positions and policy choices...Recommended." First Things: “The Report enables us to understand all that is at stake in the advent of asexual reproduction…offers a vindication of the element of chance in human life…profound…carefully delineates both the majority and the minority views…invaluable…” Library Journal: “Although the prepublication version of this report is available on the web, the reasonably priced paper copy fairly represents the many opinions and complexities related to human cloning, making it a worthy purchase for convenience and archival stability. Highly recommended for all libraries.” Policy Review: “an enlightened and enlightening document…a model of liberal inquiry in the service of the public interest…clarifies the human significance of the questions raised by, and the clash of goods implicated in, the awesome new powers scientists have developed to create human life.” Dialog: “The report added few novel insights to the cloning and stem cell debates. Nevertheless, it is commendable on at least two accounts. First, it is evenhanded in its assessment of cloning—considerably less partisan than one might imagine…The report is also commendable for its thoughtfulness. It is characterized by nuance, textured by careful deliberation…As commendable as it may be, however, the report ultimately dissatisfies…We find the [majority] argumentation to be tendetitious and superficial.”