Wednesday, May 28, 2003

Notes from the Road (transcribed

Notes from the Road (transcribed for rebroadcast at a more convenient time, like now):

1) The signs read “Traffic Enforced By Aircraft.” I thought they’d be more effective if they read, “Traffic Enforced by Armed Aircraft.” Hell, I’d stop right there to try to catch a glimpse of them.  Or maybe, “Invisible Aircraft.” Yeah, that’d keep us guessing. 

2) The profusion of wildflowers up the 128 is astonishing.  Whole hillsides drenched in color; fields of rippling grass with bright colorful bursts exploding everywhere like frozen fireworks.... One stretch of road was overgrown with rockrose and poppies, which complimented each other very nicely - the dusty fuchsia of the rockroses bumping against the brilliant orange of the poppies… I was thinking if the two were somehow genetically blended you could call them “Pop Rocks.”

3) We were leaving a little shop when three people walked in - a man and woman of conservative dress and appearance, and another man who also was conservatively dressed except for his blue bowler hat that dangled yellow yarn wighair.  He was trying to look cool, which was a lost cause, so there was a strange discontinuity between his demeanor and his appearance, which was itself a bit discontinuous, with the khakis and polo shirt below and his goofball pielike yarnhead.  I suggested, once we were outside, that he had just blown his audition to be the next Wavy Gravy.  No, Kel corrected me, that’s Wavy’s older, straighter brother, Davy.  She is wise in the ways of familial extenuations.  I stand corrected.