585. January 6, 2012…Louisiana Pancake Batfish really do make good pets…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

"New Jacket #1" ©2012 Robert Redus

"New Jacket #2" ©2012 Robert Redus

“I am a deeply religious nonbeliever – this is a somewhat new kind of religion.” – Albert Einstein

2 New Elements have been added to the  Periodic Table…their proposed names are…flerovium (atomic symbol Fl) and livermorium (atomic symbol Lv)…are up for debate…the interesting thing about both of these elements is each is created in a lab…not naturally occurring…

so a couple of  questions arise here on the high desert at 6:04 am…if it can be made is it an element or an invention? and secondly what does “New” really mean?….

that brings me to the top ten “New” species discovered in 2011…and of the 10…my favorite is the…Louisiana Pancake Batfish only because I like the name much more than the other 9 and “Pancake Batfish has a rather superhero sound to it….nevertheless….what is thought to be new may not necessarily be new…and chances are…it is not…

the highlight of both of my cat’s day is a spoonful of wet food in their bowl each and every morning…outside of that…their excitement level remains pretty flat line…boring and really nothing new happens for the most part…of course with the exception of a noise that may sound new yet is passe in a matter of seconds…becomes old business and falls into the memory category…if that…and they go on about their day in complete oblivion to the new elements…species…technology…blah…blah…blah…

I am still very much amazed at new discoveries…and simple ones at that…latest…folders for my I Phone…my buddy showed me that process and I’m downloading apps just to file them away…

I awakened this morning at 4:19…thinking of everything there is to think about…I must admit at the top of my list was the concept and thinking about “New”…the entire notion that…was…the  “New World”… New… certainly New York was not the Newest version of York…and did New Math spring from the loins of…Old Math…and I get… “New Born”…vs…Old Born given there is an Old Born

New oozes the idea that change has occurred…the old version was somehow lacking while the update has a few more bells and whistles…maybe a different look but it’s still basically the same…perhaps a bit more difficult to look at from the big picture…and maybe the changes that made it easier…more user friendly…more efficient….effective…prettier…smaller…sleeker…more colorful…available…have also made the essence less of the essence…

who knows….maybe subjecting the Louisiana Pancake Batfish to just the right amount of flerovium  and livermorium might very well produce a new Louisiana Pancake Batfish species….

“Existence precedes and rules essence.” – Jean Paul Sartre

471. January 13th…I can smell Spring…or at least…I hope it’s Spring….

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“Porch Walk” 2011

“Benteen, come on, big village, be quick. Bring packs.” – George Armstrong Custer

the word Perfume…comes from a latin word…meaning…”through smoke”…when Tutankhamun was discovered…his tomb was fragrant from jars that had been filled with oil and perfumes…long merged into the still air…

all of my life I have loved the desert…there is something about the vast nature of the place that has always made me stop and close my eyes for a few seconds to hear the wind pass by me…smell the air that is filled with such fragrance…one of my favorite places is an area known as Cabezon…it translates to “Big Head”…and legend has it that Cabezon mountain is the head of a slain giant….his blood was the lava flow that created the Malpais badlands…and when I’m out there…it makes perfect sense…

the desert unlike the forest shows it all…sure some things get covered with sand over time…but many things survive…right where they fell…and I’ve always wondered what the story is behind some of the things I have encountered…

there is a place I go to in Spring along the Rio Puerco…hidden behind a few small hills…where the ground is littered with petrified wood…in some places there are mounds that are black and burned remnants of trees…yet they are stone…a bit further down the road…above a very deep canyon…are some half spheres dug out of the rock…large enough to accommodate 10-12 people…in the canyon a few hundred feet below is another world…at the deepest part of the canyon…I’ve found large fossilized shells that resemble oversized oysters…the earth is layered in deep colors…lines of black run 5 feet thick through the canyon walls…and everything is dead calm….I’ve seen bobcats there…a herd of elk…pottery shards…arrowheads…

and the springtime sun is wonderfully…soothing…the sunsets there are always something spectacular…and often linger for 25 minutes or so…before done…just enough time to figure out what needed figuring out…

I am looking forward to spring this year in New Mexico…I have everything I need to camp comfortably…the air lately is saying spring is not far away…my painting supplies are itching to get outside…and I keep smelling the air…waiting…

“If I became a philosopher, if I have so keenly sought this fame for which I’m still waiting, it’s all been to seduce women basically.” – Jean Paul Sartre