Morning Read: Republicans Hate the New AP History Exam
Should we be teaching patriotism or how shit really went down?
The story of how a bunch of rich white dudes pillaged their way to the top.
Howard Zinn is smiling ear to ear!
I was at our neighborhood hardware shop this morning and found what is arguably the best rake I have ever seen. Hard wood handle with a spring loaded tension bar across a fret with 22 steel teeth. The symmetry is sublime. #gooddesign
I’m reposting this from last June because…Well, because nobody understands me. #erotica
Final Brazos Post
This house continues to hold me in a sleepy grip. Of course, it’s the altitude, the chilly mornings, the late rising sun which doesn’t seem to top the ponderosas until ten. Mexico kicked my ass for sure, so there’s a bit of recovery from that as well, but regardless, this place is for dreaming. Inevitably, I pry myself from the warmth, head downstairs, put on the kettle and grind some beans. My goal each day is to have at least one broject completed before the monsoonal rains seep over the cliffs and fill the valley. After chores, there’s time for the river, time to pull beaver wood out of the swimming hole, and then a short drive to Three Ravens to reconnect with the world.
The ritual of closing up the summer house is always bitter sweet. It usually entails, some cleaning, a little painting, and of course, cleaning up the winter kill of trees. There are a few aspens that have died. Peckerwood went down on its own this past winter. Change climate has been slowing taking these aspens out. The cotton woods have been impacted as well, but not as bad as the aspens. The oaks of course are thriving, and the ponderosas seem to be clinging on, thankful for the river. I should cut some of these aspens down, especially the two near the house, and a few more near the road, but I’ll wait until next summer.
I’ve decided to stop feeding the hummingbirds, they can be so ungrateful in their squabbles. The skunk migration seems to have subsided, though I continue to walk gingerly through the woods. I came face to face with a cutie yesterday, a real handsome fella with a wet pink nose. The grass is waist high from recent rains, so the skunks have taken to moving about with their tails held high-the better to be seen.
The ponderosas are fruiting which means lots of squirrels. The little fuckers gnaw and peel noisily through maturing green cones to get at the plump piney seeds. In the process, scattering chips and pine needle bows all over my groomed bocce court.
The tadpoles trapped in oxbow pools below the point where the river is diverted to irrigate alfalfa fields have disappeared, replaced by black toads and lime green leopard frogs. There’s a large rainbow trout trapped in one of these pools. When I visit, the poor thing takes cover behind a rock which isn’t quite large enough to conceal his length-a head and tail protrude from each end. He won’t survive the winter in this shallow pool. I thought about trying to catch him and move him back to the river, but I have not quite figured out how to do that.
The spiders have already started to move back into the house. Long silver threads which I cleaned from the sky lights and rafters just a few weeks back have reappeared. Most of the wildflowers have gone to seed and the the tops of the narrow leaf cotton woods are starting to yellow. Time to return to Oman.
Morning Read from the Atlantic:
When law enforcement had a different look.
We need more Andy Taylors and less Barney Fifes!
Iranian born mathematician, Maryam Mirzakhan!
Much respect and admiration!
Morning Read: Derelict Fishing Nets
This is a huge problem in Oman. We regularly see dead turtles and dolphins washed up on beaches, and I’ve had to cut a few out of nets to save them. Commercial fishing is strife with neglect and destruction.
Solutions are simple and easy, but who’s going to enforce them?
Silly how excited a grown man can get over a fish…
Six days in Baja Sur, Mexico condensed into a little over a minute.
Late Night Read:
South Carolina Teacher using Rush Limbaugh’s books and materials to teach third grade history!
This is why Elementary school principals should be allowed to carry Tasers!