Life with Keith, or The Whimsical Banjo Man

Herein is the Chronicle of my Life. It is mostly true.

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Hey y'all! I'm a 30-something "Appalachian American" living in southern Indiana. Musician by training and right of conquest, by which I mean dissertation. Despite appearances I am in fact not a hobbit. Just so we're clear on that. Desperately and happily partnered to My Ain True Love but you can call him "Dom". We have an intensely entertaining if bloodthirsty "cat" who has a heart condition, asthma, a weight problem, a plush squid paraphilia, and the improbable name of Balthasar Anatole Romulus Potorti. I wish I was kidding. The other cat doesn't have quotes because she is adorable and angelic, but is amazingly named Erma Hestia Brigit Clytemnestra Collins. Still not kidding.

Monday, April 07, 2008

Report from the Wildlife Refuge; or Leno Has Apologized


So JL has published an apology about the whole gay thing. Thanks Jay! Don't do it again!



It is well into spring here in Texas, so I used one of my rare weekends here and drove about 60 miles north to Hagerman National Wildlife Refuge. 1000 or so acres of Texas wilderness, with man-made lake, marshes, ponds, woods, wetlands, hills, and


Oil rigs?

Yes, of course! It's TexAss after all, where Big Oil is Everything and Everywhere. Kinda hard to commune with nature with all the "screeek....WHONK.....screek.....WHONK" going on all the time ALL THE TIME. So to all the Republicans and others out there who want to drill in the Arctic Refuge, I've seen and heard what it's like. Verdict: NO THANK YOU. Instead let's pour some serious money into coming off oil once and for all. Maybe when Obama wins and we pull out of Iraq that'll free up a few Trillion. sigh....

I shan't befoul your eyes with rigs, but I will treat them to some particularly lovely images of egrets, sunsets, and butterflies. Clicky:

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