Tuesday, August 25, 2015

PEOPLEFLOW---part 2

CONTINUING WITH THE FLOW OF PERSONALITIES THROUGH MY LIFE IN THE PAST 2 MONTHS OR SO.

Meet "Ayla" (modern day equivalent of the heroine of CLAN OF THE CAVE BEAR) using that ancient spear throwing device the atlatl.  Her personality proved to be as interesting as the weapon.


Meet "ED" who approached me on the street and invited me to dinner.  Turns out he wanted to give me the Christian sales pitch.  Nice guy--means well--but knows almost nothing about Christianity--its orgins or implications.  I delayed till I could bear it no longer--then gently asked some of the tough questions.  Dealing with believers is very much like discussing the Santa Clause myth with children:
when and if to break the unsettling news to them that life is a mystery--- that to be enjoyed must be embraced--that believing myths to be factual--is life wasting escapism. 

Meet Pam a delightful local who recognized me from the movie WITHOUT BOUNDS.  (It's a heady experience--I will try to contain my ego) I invited her in for tea.  She was charmed by the movie message of freedom and wanted a few tips. (I gave it my best shot)

A campground party--conceived and executed by my companion Kat.  She drew cute picture invitations and had me pass them out to (hopefully) interesting personalities.  They came--we played self revelatory games that she devised---we munched---and as usual all the guys fell in love with her.
(the game:  each wrote several jobs we'd held on slips of paper--then we drew them out and guessed who had done that job)
And then one day Elvis came to town--great performer--announced a dance contest.

Down they all went--serious boogiers all---but Kat was the winner.  If you look close you can see the metal around her neck.


Chatted with this guy on the street--loved his bold blue hair. (someday I will be bold enough to do it)  You'd think he was a hippy---not so!


He was towing this---So he's a respectable father/citizen.  I followed him inside a restaurant and lo--he took charge as though he were the manager or owner.  (hurray for bold individuqalism)

Then one day I got suddenly ill--severe pain in lower left gut.  Drove to Denver VA and was treated in 30 minutes---including cat scan and blood work.  Turns out it was either a kidney stone passing or more likely an episode of diverticulitis.  I SAY THE VA DELIVERS GREAT MEDICAL SERVICE.  Anyway, the pain went away and hasn't returned---sooo back to life on the road.

Spent the night at Dinasaur Park and next day this kind lady gave me a special tour and lecture. (I gave her my card and told her I would write about the museum.--did you know that it was right here that the world first became convinced of the reality of these giants.)

Then I went to Leadville---America's loftiest city--10,000 ft.  Wonderfully cool--chilly at night.

Camped with this lovely lady--old friend--Jeanne

and her delightful doggie Riley

Soon we are joined by old friend CB (who eats healthy)


And lives comfortably in his truck.  Few people live as cozily as he--even in rigs.  He owns a super luxurious Airstream trailer but much of the time prefers the simplicity of his truck.
His electronics are state of the art (solar power, refrigeration, great sound system)--we gather around
to watch hours of HOUSE OF CARDS.  
Then we are joined by 21 yr old Japanese student Sheomi--who camps the night with us. She is here to climb Mt  Elbert---Colorado's highest peak.

CB's music is so good we all get up to dance.

Next day the two ladies move on and two more move in.  Meet Nancy and Alisa.

They also like to dance.  Great companions--daily walks, campfires, conversations and side trips to town--lovable boston terrior.  Enjoyed their company for a week.

Then returned to Salida and the company of Jeanne--perched high o a ridge at 8000 ft.  Been here a week--will move downtown when I finish writing this.

RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES:  More of the personalities that have poured through my life---each is "gold bearing" and as they flow through the sluice  box that I am---they deposit bits of gold into me.
(Gold is wisdom, information, inspiration, warm memories)

Addendum: At Maxcactus's suggestion I include some of my techniques for approaching strangers.

  • I approach with a playful, friendly smile---usually with a "Hi".
  • Ask an easy question--or make a comment--usually related to the situation: e.g. "That's a classic old rig you got there--How long have you had it?"
  • Pay careful attention to their response--looking them in the eye.
  • Build my next response on what they just said. Often it will suggest a follow up question and voila--the conversation is rolling--Let it flow toward their passions--that's where the gold is! 
  • Get the "feel" of the person and respond appropriately--
  • I Keep in mind what I'm really after:  an authentic unfolding of their personality and values and notable experiences.  Specialized data is occasionally useful.  All of these will very often flow out of them naturally and easily in the presence of someone genuinely interested in them.
  • Have a feel for when to gently close the interaction.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

PEOPLEFLOW

AN ABBREVIATED ACCOUNT OF THE PERSONALITIES THAT HAVE FLOWED INTO MY LIFE IN THE PAST 2 MONTHS OR SO.

Meet Kat---up from Cottonwood, Az --an amazing lady --artist--dancer--teacher---first class citizen who makes it her mission to enjoy and improve whatever situation she finds herself in--a true  AUTOTELIC personality.
I took her to the mountains one day and she disappeared for awhile.  When I found her, she was too absorbed to notice my presence.

Eventually she let me see what she was doing.



Old friend Paul Namkung, owner of 3 Ravens Coffee shop Tierra Amarilla, NM showed up here at Salida's art fair to sell his WORLD DRUMS.  He sold 3 while I sat and drummed with him.

Meet Eric--volunteer host of Salida East free campground---a most interesting guy who has devoted years of his life to adventurous learning---has sailed the oceans with famous personalities you would know---has evolved a unique plan and philosophy which is written and will be published soon.
Example of his gold: "Those who have not done great things try to convince others that
they have through the telling of great stories. Those who have done
great things merely continue to do them." - Eric Wolery (Spiritual
Freedom Series book 1) click here
Meet Janet---an old friend I crossed paths with in the woods.  She is amazingly bold, adventurous, and as unselfconscious as anyone I know.  She exercises in the mornings to rock music.

Meet Matthew and Devon, a fascinating and inventive couple who wander and live in this van--

selling real orchids like this preserved in  resin

from display stands like this.  Believe it or not, they sold them on 5th ave in New York City.
Interested? contact devon.orchidtreasures@gmail.com 
Devon shows off their pet--it's alive---and much loved.

One day, out of the blue this couple knocked on my door.  Friends from many years ago.  Mort and Betty---showing off their latest travel rig--a self engineered van for side trips from their huge motor home.

And to demonstrate how RVers learn from one another--I asked to see his "wallet".Sure enough, it's exactly like mine---a lifestyle of cards and bills contained by a single clip.  He taught me the trick some 15 years ago.

Meet Superman Steve Fuller--age 45- that I met just off the Continental Divide Trail.  He's in a race and is averaging more than 100 miles per day.  He does not expect to win because the winner will often travel 200 miles per day in this 25 day challenge.

An likely, you recognize by now---Wayne Wirs --that mysterious vagabond mystic  author and guru that the universe sends into my life from time to time. (always urging me to notice synchronicity) 


Today--by amazing coincidence--(synchronicity) his timing is perfect to meet two terrific strangers--Stephanie and Paul (on the left)--and together with autotelic lady--Kat--we all sat down to an in-depth conversation.
(Neither Wayne nor Kat will talk trivia for long)
Stephanie has a very bold hobby--which she ropes her hubby into:  She arranges to go and  meet-- in person--people who -interest her.
Today that was me---and so they drove from Denver to Salida for that purpose.  I'm honored. I hope she "got her money's worth".  (certainly with Kat and Wayne thrown in the mix)


RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES:  SO IT GOES---FASCINATING PEOPLE "FLOW" INTO MY LIFE.
Probably into your life as well.  When I feel a personality "flowing" into my life--I try to transform myself into a sluicebox --letting the full personality stream through---and afterwards---at odd times--I discover the "gold"  that has unbeknownst to me, accumulated in the catch bin.

I"m tired but I have more flow to tell you about 


















Friday, August 21, 2015

HOW TO KEEP TIME AT BAY

MAKE A PERFECT ----ANYTHING



Stopped in the tiny town of Idaho Springs, Colorado---walked around---saw this;  a guy making a staff.
A bell went off in my brain.  I walked up to him and said: "One of the great minds of  America has something to say to you.  He stopped whittling and said "OK".
I said: "I'll be right back with the message."  Then I went to my rig and found the passage in Walden by Henry David Thoreau; 

 hurried back and read it to him:

"There was an artist in the city of Kouroo who was disposed to strive after perfection.  One day it came into his mind to make a staff.  Having considered that in an imperfect work time is an ingredient, but into a perfect work time does not enter, he said to himself, it shall be perfect in all respects, though I should do nothing else in my life.  He proceeded instantly to the forest for wood, being resolved that it should not be made of unsuitable material; and as he searched for and rejected stick after stick, his friends gradually deserted him for they grew old in their works and died, but he grew not older by a moment.  His singleness of purpose and resolution, and his elevated piety, endowed him, without his knowledge, with perennial youth.  As he made no compromise with Time, Time kept out of his way, and only sighed at a distance because he could not overcome him.  Before he had found a stick in all respects suitable, the city of Kouroo was a hoary ruin, and he sat on one of its mounds to peel the stick.  Before he had given it the proper shape, the dynasty of the Candahars was at an end, and with the point of the stick he wrote the name of the last of that race in the sand, and then resumed his work.  By the time he had smoothed and polished the staff, Kalpa was no longer the pole star; and ere he had put on the ferule and the head adorned with precious stones, Brahma had awoke and slumbered many times.  But why do I stay to mention these things?  When the finishing stroke was put to his work, it suddenly expanded before the eyes of the astonished artist into the fairest of all the creations of Brahma.  He had made a new system in making a staff, a world with full and fair proportions; in which, though the old cities and dynasties had passed away, fairer and more glorious ones had taken their places.  And now he saw by the heaps of shavings still fresh at his feet that. for him and his work, the former lapse of time had been an illusion, and that no more time had elapsed than is required for a single scintillation from the brain of Brahma to fall on and inflame the tinder of a mortal brain. The material was pure and his art was pure; how could the result be other than wonderful.

RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES:  This was not a learned man---and he likely did not know about Brahma or what kalpa means---but he got the drift of the quote and sensed that his life had been touched by profundity---for he turned and looked at me for a thoughtful moment and said "thank you."

One group who would surely have agreed with the point of this story is the Shakers who actually tried to live the philosophy that satisfaction comes from excellence.  That is why a simple chair made by them sells today for thousands.  Wanna see one? Click here .

Thursday, August 13, 2015

RANDY RANTS AT REPUBLICAN--ABORTION IDEAS

BLOOD IS SPURTING FROM MY EYES--now that I've listened to their crazy ideas on this vital subject.  I CAN---AND SO I WILL SPEAK MY MIND:  THE REPUBLICAN CANDIDATES ARE EARTHSHAKINGLY, DISASTEROUSLY WRONG ABOUT ABORTION:


  • A FERTILIZED HUMAN EGG IS NOT A PERSON----ANY MORE THAN  AN ACORN IS AN OAK TREE.  
  • BOTH  ACORN AND  EGG -- TAPER GRADUALLY INTO SIGNIFICANCE. 
  • UNTIL THEY HAVE REACHED THE POINT OF SIGNIFICANCE IT IS BOTH LEGAL AND MORAL TO DESTROY THEM. THEY ARE WITHIN THE LIMITS OF EXPENDABILITY.
  • THERE ARE GOOD REASONS TO DESTROY BOTH.  UNWANTED BABIES ARE A CURSE ON THE WORLD; AND IT IS IRRATIONAL TO TRY TO PRESERVE EVERY ACORN.
  • THE SUPREME COURT HAS DECIDED THAT 22 WEEKS SHALL BE THE LIMIT OF EXPENDABILITY FOR FERTILIZED HUMAN EGGS. (In most cases)(Roe v Wade etc) Beyond these limits we forbid the killing of fetuses because it offends our collective sensibilities.
  • MANY CITIES HAVE DECIDED THAT 3 INCHES IN DIAMETER SHALL BE THE LIMIT OF EXPENDABILITY FOR OAK TREES.  (destroying any larger oak tree requires a permit)
  • 22 WEEKS FOR ZYGOTES AND 3 INCHES FOR OAK TREES MAY SEEM TO BE (and indeed are somewhat)  ARBITRARY NUMBERS(could have been 21 weeks or 3 and a half inches)  BUT THEY ARE BOTH REASONABLE  GUESSES AND HAVE BEEN SET BY DEMOCRATIC PROCESS.
  • IT WAS DIFFICULT , CONTROVERSIAL AND COURAGEOUS TO DRAW THESE SOMEWHAT ARBITRARY LINES BUT THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY FOR A FUNCTIONING SOCIETY.     
  • BECAUSE---IF YOU DO NOT LIKE  SOMEWHAT ARBITRARY LINES---(reasonable guesses)-THEN YOU DO NOT LIKE CIVILIZATION---FOR (somewhat) ARBITRARY LINES ARE LARGELY WHAT DEFINES A CIVILIZATION:(speed limits, voting age, marriagable age, alcohol consumption, election elgibility)(indeed our constitution itself is mostly a long list of (somewhat)ARBITRARY limits) 
  • We could (and may) move the limits slightly, more or less, for both. But WE CANNOT MOVE THE LIMIT BACK TO ZERO AS THE REPUBLICANS ADVOCATE WITHOUT IMPOSING GREAT CRUELTY ON WOMEN FORCING THEM TO BEAR CHILDREN THEY DO NOT WANT.  
  • IT IS FANATICAL TO BELIEVE THAT A FERTILIZED EGG---BARELY VISIBLE TO THE EYE-- IS AS IMPORTANT AS ---SAY--A 3 YEAR OLD CHILD. ( prove it to yourself: imagine a fertility clinic is on fire and you only have time to save the 3 year old or 10 fertilized eggs in a pitri dish.  Which would you save? )
  • REPUBLICANS I KNOW DO NOT WANT TO BE CLASSED WITH FANATICS--AND YET THEY HAVE MADE COMMON CAUSE WITH  RELIGIOUS FANATICS TO GET THEIR VOTES.
  •   TO AVOID THE HORRORS  OF AN OVERPOPULATED WORLD WE MUST CHANGE THEIR MINDS ALONG WITH THE MINDS OF MUSLIMS, MORMONS, CATHOLICS AND FUNDAMENTALIST CHRISTIANS AND JEWS--ABOUT ABORTION.  IT MUST REMAIN SAFE, LEGAL---AND HOPEFULLY RARE.




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Friday, August 07, 2015

YOU WANNA LIVE THIS WAY?---part 2--MY STYLE OF SLOW DRIFT

HERE'S A SENSE OF WHAT IT'S LIKE TO SLOWLY DRIFT ABOUT THE COUNTRY---from Flagstaff in this case as a beginning point to Salida, Colorado.  The trick is to enjoy the going.

Peep hole into nothingness -- a thousand years old.


From a fortress like this at the Wapukti National Monument north of Flagstaff, Az.

My companion and I camped for 2 days at Clear creek campground outside Winslow, Az. 
(it's free---more here )

Know what this is?  It's a dynamite of a plant that always catches my attention.  Every bit of it is a deadly poison --read about it here

Nearby was a shy lady who would not be photographed.  She lives in the truck.
I see this fairly often and believe it's not a bad life--one of challenge and interest.  The lady is forced to make a hundred adaptations to live---it wakes up her creativity and sense of self--a big improvement over being coddled in an expensive, government funded nursing home.

The only photograph I took in the town of Zuni Pueblo--inside the grocery store--what you see here are dozens and dozens of cases of sugary drinks.  Only 2 bananas and 3 apples were for sale in the fruit department.  They are destroying themselves with junk food.

Stayed 3 days in and around El Morro National monument---the heart of which is this pool of rain water and hundreds of names etched on the walls by thankful, thirsty visitors for 3 centuries.

While there I got a quick lesson in throwing an ancient weapon--an atlatl. (pronounced at-lat'-ul)  It is a spear thrower--with a killing power far greater than an arrow.  Read about it here


Then I visited an old friend in the tiny NM town of Tierra Amarilla---caught him making a pizza in this old style oven.


It cooks in one minute flat


Meet Paul  Namkung-- one of the most remarkable people I know. Who else would operate a coffee house/ restaurant just to give the town a lively place to meet and to provide employment for the local youth.  (last month's total profit was $100)  I've written about him before: http://mobilecodgers.blogspot.com/2011/08/found-hero-in-hinterlands.html
How he makes a living I will show you in an upcoming post.
While walking around town I was stunned to see this---apparently the same ghostly lady I photographed years ago --still lurking around this collapsed building.  She again disappeared into the wreck of a dance hall.  I went inside again---couldn't find her.  Read the story here.

Then I went seriously up hill---to 10,000 ft elevation---nice and cool.

I drove west to this famous high bridge outside Taos, NM.  Spent the night.

People jump to their death here.  To dissuade them--this new hotline.

You can see that its certain death to jump.



Took a side trip to a very small town with a very big hero.

Jack Dempsey (The Manassa Mauler)


RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES:  AND THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE:  Light on rigid agenda---heavy on curiosity and  intuition.  I follow in the footsteps of a very wise Henry David Thoreau--who said it better than I ever could:
"Go--hunt and fish---far and wide---further and wider ---rest thee by many brooks and hearth fires without misgivings.  Rise free from care before the dawn and seek adventures.  Let the noon find thee by other lakes--- and the night overtake thee everywhere at home.  There are no larger fields than these--no worthier games that may here be played.  Grow wild--- according to thy nature-- like these sedges and canes that will never become English hay".