You can tell this is a “dangerous area” and that “this is not a trail” by the five million bootprints going around the warning sign.
Blathring in February, 2019.
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days
The road, she is closed
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days

When I load photos of Valley of Fire into programs like Lightroom, they automatically crank the color down 15 notches because the programmers at Adobe in Seattle canʼt conceive of a place that isnʼt as humid and grey as where they live.
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days
Seeing a cactus skeleton is a good way to understand how much water they store.
The large black things are hare droppings. The tiny black dots that cover everything is called cryptobiotic soil: “cyanobacteria that cement the soil together. It provides nutrients for plants and seeds, and increases the soil topography which allows greater moisture absorption. This crust is only a few millimeters thick and is easily destroyed when walked on. Recovery can take between 7 and 250 years. Please donʼt walk on it.”
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days

I took the Hasselblad out to the Valley of Fire today. My main lens is just about toast because so much sand gets into it on these trips.
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days
Sunday, February 24th, 2019 Alive 17,470 days
Recursive
Friday, February 22nd, 2019 Alive 17,468 days
I have written down my memories of using a TRS-80 Model 100 as a journalist.
To keep it kosher, I wrote it on my TRS-80 Model 100.
Monday, February 18th, 2019 Alive 17,464 days
Monday, February 18th, 2019 Alive 17,464 days
Sunday, February 17th, 2019 Alive 17,463 days
Iʼm glad Iʼm off tomorrow. I donʼt think you can even buy snow tires in this town.
Sunday, February 17th, 2019 Alive 17,463 days
Eddy Grant sighs
Sunday, February 17th, 2019 Alive 17,463 days
Not only do kids these days not know how to rock on down to Electric Avenue, they’re clueless about taking it higher.
Sunday, February 17th, 2019 Alive 17,463 days
Saturday, February 16th, 2019 Alive 17,462 days
In the street this afternoon:
Neighbor: Hi, Wayne!
Me: Hey, Peter. Been quiet around your place lately.
Peter: Yeah, we were visiting my mom.
Me: Yeah, Annie told me.
Peter: Isnʼt Annie your cat?
Me: Yeah.
Peter: You talk to your cat?
Me: No, that would be crazy. She talks to me.
Peter: …long pause… Well, I gotta go check on the kidsʼ homework now. See you later!
Darcie says things like this are why his family doesnʼt come to our door for trick-or-treat.
Saturday, February 16th, 2019 Alive 17,462 days
Saturday, February 16th, 2019 Alive 17,462 days
Saturday, February 16th, 2019 Alive 17,462 days
Kids these days don’t understand that the rhythm is going to get them. The rhythm is going to get them. The rhythm is going to get them. Tonight.
Friday, February 15th, 2019 Alive 17,461 days
Friday, February 15th, 2019 Alive 17,461 days
Friday, February 15th, 2019 Alive 17,461 days
I went to the store tonight to buy a shirt. Hereʼs what happened at the register:
Lady: Can I have your phone number?
Me: 202-456-1414
Lady: …punches number into register… Are you George?
Me: Sure, why not.
Lady: Is your name “George?”
Me: I donʼt give out my phone number. Thatʼs the number for the White House switchboard.
Lady: It says youʼre George Bush.
Me: Iʼm OK with that.
Lady: …sigh…
I guess someone else is running the same gag.
For just a dollar a day…
Friday, February 15th, 2019 Alive 17,461 days
A stand-up gal
Wednesday, February 13th, 2019 Alive 17,459 days
Tuesday, February 12th, 2019 Alive 17,458 days
Tuesday, February 12th, 2019 Alive 17,458 days
Sometimes I think I should sell my house.
I wonder what the landlady would think of that.
Tuesday, February 12th, 2019 Alive 17,458 days
When I think of all the money Iʼve spent at Starbucks over the last quarter century, I feel like Howard Schultz owes me an ambassadorship or something.
Tuesday, February 12th, 2019 Alive 17,458 days
Nerd hard
Saturday, February 9th, 2019 Alive 17,455 days
Friday, February 8th, 2019 Alive 17,454 days
I just found a USB memory stick in the dryer.
This is why old computers were better. Nobody ever accidentally left a floppy disk in their pants pocket.
Wednesday, February 6th, 2019 Alive 17,452 days
Is it wrong that when I order something online, I choose the complimentary gift wrapping and include a nice note to myself?
Tuesday, February 5th, 2019 Alive 17,451 days
Yes, reusing plastic shopping bags is one way to save on airline baggage fees when visiting Las Vegas.
But in case your oversized TJMaxx carrier blows out a block from your hotel, disgorging all of your worldly possessions onto sidewalk, you might want to have a Plan B.
Monday, February 4th, 2019 Alive 17,450 days
This is what happens when a homeless guy watches too much Marie Kondo on Netflix.
At least he has the sense to keep the waffle iron.
Sunday, February 3rd, 2019 Alive 17,449 days
Very very Vegas
Sunday, February 3rd, 2019 Alive 17,449 days
Sunday, February 3rd, 2019 Alive 17,449 days
Iʼm fascinated that Gladys Knight looks like she might just outlive us all.
Off Target
Saturday, February 2nd, 2019 Alive 17,448 days
I mostly stopped shopping at Target a while ago because it hardly ever has anything in stock.
I tried again today. No change.
It canʼt even stock the most basic of basics: eggs, sugar, flour, and cooking oil.
Wait till they get to Kohlʼs
Saturday, February 2nd, 2019 Alive 17,448 days
I think I’ve figured out why three-year-olds in Target shriek like it’s the worst thing thatʼs ever happen to them.
It’s because they’re three years old, and going to Target probably is the worst thing that’s ever happened to them so far.