A reader writes of the Newb’s Job-like afflictions: 1) serves you right for using Windows Vista. 2) If you don’t have an iPhone you have no business using AT&T. 3) I’m impressed you can use “solenoid” in a sentence. 4) You look so bad-ass in that photo. To which the Newb has instructed the following reply: 1) so true […]
In Not Out
I’ve made the drive from Los Angeles to Idyllwild or Palm Springs or Palm Desert more than a few times, but these days in Banning have been a reminder of the difference between observation and experience. Passing by in a car, looking out through a window (not an unpleasant experience for a tracking-shot-impassioned cinephile), beyond […]
Job Among the RVites
There was a man in the land of RV, whose name was Newbie; and that man was imperfect and uptight, and one that feared Ill Fortune, and eschewed the vain attempt. Now there was a day when the sons of Ill Fortune came to present themselves before the SOB, and Murphy came also among them. […]
Adventures in Newbiedom
Little noted in anthropological circles is the kinship between the preindustrial, bush animist and the modern, urban, apartment dweller (sub-species homo sapiens apartmentopithecus). The animist, desiring light, might rub two sticks together and petition the god of fire; seeking information, put his ear to the ground and wait for vibration. Apartmentopicthecus, in need of light, […]
The Open Road
In the summer of 2006, the year of its eightieth anniversary, Julia and I flew to Chicago to drive the length of old Route 66 from its starting point at Michigan Avenue to its end at the Pacific Ocean in Los Angeles. Our article on the history of the route, and on westward travel in […]