Monday, February 16, 2009 - City of Rocks State Park, Faywood NM
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Leather case for iPod touch, February 16, 2009
Yesterday I finally finished making the leather case for my amazing iPod touch I started way back on January 13th and today I started building a page describing the process at iPod Touch Case.
Moving up to City of Rocks
Today I needed to run some errands in Deming and decided to move up to City of Rocks. I've been at Rockhound State Park, Deming NM long enough to get just a tad bored with it and besides, there are more rigs here than sites and I thought I'd relieve the congestion just a bit and let someone else enjoy my Site 27 for a while.
With that excuse in place I moved. The real motivation comes from my finally getting around to adding some of the missing images to old pages here. I've been working on the City of Rocks pages (starting with March 6, 2008) the last few days and I'm reminded how photogenic the City of Rocks park is and how much I want to hang out here for a while.
Night camp
Site 14 - City of Rocks State Park, Faywood NM
- Verizon cell phone service - fairly good signal - best on west side of the park
- Verizon EVDO service - faster than many places I've camped
- Go to City of Rocks State Park website
- Locate City of Rocks State Park on my Night Camps map
- Check the weather here
Writing From the Inside Out
A young writer, if he is unknown, can be at a party and watch what everyone is doing. If he has a marveluos ear for dialog, he can wake up the next morning and remember all that was said and how it was said. He is a bird on a branch. Sees like a bird and writes books that are extraordinarily well observed. But once he is successful, especially if that happens quickly, it's as if the bird were now an emu. It cannot fly. It grows haunches and foreshoulders and a mane: lo and behold, it is a lion. And everyone is looking at the lion, including the birds. But it is a lion with the heart of a bird and the mind of a bird. So there is a terrible period when the transmogrified emu is trying to live like a lion and has little talent for it. Then the beast begins to experiment. When it runs, it now sees other animals scamper. It takes a while - often years - for the writer to get to appreaciate his effect on others, and even longer to begin to understand human beings again. In the old days, he could write about friends, enemies, and strangers by intuition, by induction; now he puts it together by deduction. Of course, he does have more material on which to work his deductions.