Wind, Sand and Stars

Wind, Sand, and Stars, front

Yes, it’s the title of a book by the author of The Little Prince.  Antoine de Saint-Exupery was a pilot not unfamiliar with the Sahara.Dive Bombers Daily Drover

I’d only learned of the book back in high school because of a friend in the next town reading it in french class.  (My little school only offered 2 years of spanish.)

I stopped at 2 libraries yesterday to find a copy of The Little Prince.   The 2 copies at the first one were nowhere to be found.  The second library, rather new and planted absolutely Too Far for anyone To Walk to, had none.  When I said I thought it was a classic, he said they didn’t really carry the classics.  Something to do with only putting brand new books in there, ones with tracking chips.  New World.

I stopped at my friend’s.  She looked for her french and german copies but thinks her sons may have them.  Not that my french and german are that adequate anymore, but there are on-line translators, right? (See Forrest Fenn’s Scrapbook # 47.

Okay.  I do have a copy or two myself—-in a box, in a barn, inaccessible at the moment, and I wanted to read it now.

I’d tried my Kindle, but it wasn’t available for download.  Last stop last night on my way home, Barnes and Noble.  Yay.

Oh.

It’s a new translation.  New cover.

Cover of

Cover via Amazon

Choice:  Paperback.  Hardcover.  Set with recording by Viggo Mortenson.  Very tempting that, but I went with the cheapest version.

Okay.  Why go to all this trouble for a book I read ages ago?

Let me try to explain how mind mind works:

Mind Map …..   Free Association …..  Word Play

Case in point —-

Since Forrest used the word “fling” in his talk at Moby Dickens,

and reading the story of the sunken storage jar in Too Far To Walk,

and my earlier reading of Thunderhead, with its kivas,

and remembering the snakes writhing in the Indiana Jones movie,

Plant in White Sands National Monument, New Me...

Plant in White Sands National Monument, New Mexico, USA. The plant’s roots hold a pillar of sand in place, while the surrounding sands are shifted by wind erosion.

and someone I know opening the door to an old underground bunker at White Sands, intending to descend until he saw the floor moving; again, a mass of writhing snakes,

and finding a place called Snakeden Hollow,

and buying snake boots after stirring up a snake while morel hunting, actually, I should use a hiking staff instead of my bare hands to rake through leaves next to fallen trees next time.

Oops.  Getting off point there …. but, okay.  You get the idea.

So, I couldn’t remember the details of the story but I knew there was a snake and a star and a desert involved in the sad conclusion of The Little Prince.

the little prince

“What makes the desert beautiful,” said the little prince, “is that somewhere it hides a well….”

So, back to “fling”.

I know there’s been a recent notice to disregard what Mr. Fenn might say in interviews, just rely on the Poem.  I think Dal believes, maybe Forrest said somewhere, that the treasure is hidden in the original spot he had chosen to rest his bones.  I know he’s said it’s a place “dear” to him.  And somewhere he mentioned desert.

Forrest Fenn's Treasure Chest

Forrest Fenn’s Treasure Chest

Can I reconcile all these ideas?

Not easily.  I think it would take me more than four Xanax, a staff, and snake boots to fling myself into anyplace that might have a ‘moving floor’, even if there was a certain treasure chest in the middle of it.

“It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.”

English: Saint Exupery monument in Tarfaya Рус...

English: Saint Exupery monument in Tarfaya Рус…

Gluttons For Punishment

Is your Thrill of the Chase hunt not going so well?
Here’s another way to find gold.

prospectorjack's avatarAppalachian Prospectors Gold Prospecting Adventures

Hillbilly John and I made our usual trek northward to the Western Mountains of Maine on the first week of September which has been customary for us for over the past several years. This year Hillbilly John’s daughter Melissa and her boyfriend Mike accompanied us. It was their first time out dredging for gold.  It was also their first time visiting Maine. The weather was nice, it was warm and humid and it looked like we were going to have some nice weather for the labor day weekend. We arrived in the later part of the afternoon, we set up camp, jumped on the quads and headed out to the spot we planned to dredge in to look it over and put together a solid plan for the following day. We had a location picked out that we have dredged before that we had gotten some nice gold out of. We…

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Speaking of Cellos….

Cellist

Friday at the Smithsonian —

Watch this :   USAF Flash mob

And then there are these guys, who I got to see perform in Galesburg last winter.   Amazing.  Electric.

The 2Cellos (from left: Stjepan Hauser and Luk...

The 2Cellos (from left: Stjepan Hauser and Luka Šulić), at the shopping community Americana At Brand of Glendale, California (United States – August, 4th 2011) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Gimbles and Gymbals

Cover of

Cover of The Jabberwocky

“‘Twas brillig and the slithy toves

did gyre and gymble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogroves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son.””

from Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

—Fenn knows someone who has the entire book of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland memorized.

Gyroscope with arrows

Gyroscope with arrows (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Thanks to Toby’s video, I got to enjoy Forrest Fenn’s  book signing event in Taos last month at Moby Dickens.  Fun and, as always, fascinating to hear the man himself.  He reminisced,recited poetry, and remained cryptic when it came to where the treasure lies.

Gyroscope-9-4

Gyroscope-9-4 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

New insights?  Yes and no.  “Fling” was new to me, but then I have no trouble in finding clues in everything he says or writes.  I suffer from mental gyrations following each and every post.  Tabasco?  Mace?  Curlers?  Head spinning.

Also, hearing him talk about the deal he made with his granddaughter regarding med school expenses reminded me of conversations I had with Intrepid.

As high school graduation approached, her friends were all getting piercings and tattoos up the wazoo.  She was inclined to follow suit, until I asked her if she wanted help with college.  A deal was struck.

She got early acceptance into the only school she applied to, (UW-Madison

English: University of Wisconsin "Sifting...

English: University of Wisconsin “Sifting and Winnowing” plaque Located on Bascom Hall, University of WIsconsin Photographed July, 2002 by Daniel P. B. Smith. Copyright ©2002 Daniel P. B. Smith. Licensed under the terms of the Wikipedia Copyright. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

) ((I was very jealous.))

One time, when she was home on break, she asked what would happen if she got a tattoo.

Me:  You’d turn that gift into a loan.

Her:  Oh.

Me:  Anything you want to tell me?

Her:  No.

At one point in those years, she was set to join the military because they would pay for med school and she’d get good experience.  I suggested she wait until she got accepted into med school before taking that route, because once she joined she may not get the choices she expected.  Or something like that.

So, she waited.  Got into med school and through it, on student loans.  Now, this was a surprise to me— the interest rates go up the higher your level of study does.  Undergrads, the lowest, and med/dental students the highest, like 7 to 8 per cent.  How, I wondered, could this be, in a time when banks pay you virtually nothing on your savings?

Early forms of stethoscopes.

Early forms of stethoscopes. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, she is now in a 5 year residency, and owes about twice what our first home cost.  I think there are underserved areas that are willing to trade tuition for services, kinda like Rob Morrow’s character ending up in fly-in Alaska in Northern Exposure.  She does love to travel.

About the tattoo(s)?  She’s now old enough to know what forever means (longer than the life of her loans), and if she wants the rod of Aesclepius indelibly inscribed on her body, she’s earned the right to choose it.

Aesclepius

Aesclepius (Photo credit: santanartist)

{{Note to self:  Let Dal know that, if by a slim chance my entry won his contest over at Thrill of the Chase, not to ship the prize.  I need a way to convince Mr. W that I have to return to Santa Fe!}}

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River’s Edge

Ooooh, ick.

(From Yahoo)  Man finds stash of cash in river.   Story here.

Dog walking might pay, but I’d really rather find Forrest Fenn‘s hidden treasure chest —-

—-  Gold nuggets and emeralds don’t get soggy.

Forrest Fenn's Treasure Chest

Forrest Fenn’s Treasure Chest

Just Ducky

Just Ducky

Just Ducky

As I sit alone in here, waiting for the furnace repairman, I’ll count my blessings—-

a)  I have a furnace to be repaired

b)  the weather has been mild, so I didn’t mind them canceling on Monday to go check for gas leaks amongst the utter destruction in Washington, Illinois, site of an F-4 tornado that was on the ground for a reported 46 miles.  In fact, I’d understand if they don’t make it today.

c)  I’ve got some free time to spend.  I planned to go back to square one this week by re-reading both The Thrill of the Chase and Too Far To Walk.  Friday might be a good choice to stay inside.  It’s shotgun opener for deer season, and sometimes I just can’t put on enough blaze orange to make me feel safe.

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Picture from the traditional Hubertusjagt horse race in Jægersborg Dyrehave north of Copenhagen, Denmark. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve been brave.  I once hiked through deep snow to confront a trespassing fox hunter.  Decked out in white-camo with a van to match, he asked whose land it was.  “Oh, yeah, it’s okay, my buddy knows him.”

Well, I knew ‘him’ better as he was my Dad, and no way had he given these yahoos permission.  Just then his buddy radioed that he found the fox along the back fence, gut shot.  Mr Hot Shot shrugged and headed back to join his partner.

I had to go pick up kids, and seriously considered letting the air out of at least 2 of the proud van’s tires as I drove by on the gravel road.  Shades of a Fenn story, no?

More recently, I had a chat with a guy who’d put his deer stand on our side of the tree.  I hesitate to say hunter as it besmirches the breed.  He was up there with his cross-bow and cold beer.

I asked if it wasn’t hard on his neck?

Huh? he asked.

My elmer fudd bowling ball

“Trying to aim behind the tree like that.”

On another encounter, one of his retorts to my husband was, “You’re not from around here.”

No, we weren’t.  But what happened to asking permission, or maybe introducing yourself as a neighbor before getting presumptuous?

I’d like to think that where I’m from things were different, but I’m starting to think that’s not only a different geography, but a different era.

So confronting the armed, drunk, and/or dangerous, maybe wasn’t me being especially wise.  In the future, I’d probably call in the professionals.  Now they are brave.  More conservation/DNR officers are killed than policemen.

Also, bear spray seems to have its limits.  Like 3-5 seconds worth.

(Man.  That went south fast.  Sorry.)

Back to counting my blessings….

d)  the hens are delivering about 6 eggs a day.  Golden nuggets.  (The adorable duck ??  won’t find out until about April if it’s a he or a she.)

e)  there’s still a chance a could win another of Forrest Fenn’s books over on Dal’s blog…..

Yep.  Things are just ducky.

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How is it that I’ve never heard of this???

I was visiting Jenny Kile’s blog, Mysterious Writings, and clicked on Codes and Cyphers.  Fascinating.  Right in the CIA courtyard.

 http://mysteriouswritings.com/the-mysterious-unsolved-code-of-kryptos/

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14,800 years ago ….

Click this  —-   Dating Oldest Known Petroglyphs in North America.

—–    Maybe Mr. Fenn has underestimated how long it will take for his treasure chest to be found.        Ü

Forrest Fenn's Treasure Chest

Forrest Fenn’s Treasure Chest

Everything You Need To Know About GMO

F/U in case you need more info …..

leothegeo's avatarLeo The Geo

You eat and drink things everyday. Perhaps some or most of your food may contain GMOs.

You really need to know what GMOs are. Please ignore this post if you already know what I’m talking about.

Please visit GMO Evidence:

“The GMO Evidence project is run by a group of citizens who have no direct connection with the organisations or scientists who have carried out the research we have included in our project. We are part of a group of sites which includes: Sustainable Pulse (News), GMO Seralini and GMO Judy Carman.

The purpose of this project is to provide citizens, the media, and scientists with a one-stop resource for information about research and information from scientists and the general public on genetically modified foods and their associated pesticides.”

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Thor (-ium) Ablaze // Road Food

Miss Muffet

Miss Muffet

{Not a happy post.  Not a Fenn treasure post.}

When I packed for my road trip to search for the treasure chest, I filled a cooler with frozen juices, healthy food, waters, and even falafel mix. (I know, but when you’re trying to dine gluten-free and non-GMO and non-ractopamine, etc, etc, what are you going to do? )

It was a cooler apparently in name only, and with the 105 degree days, I was adding copious amounts of ice within 48 hours.  I ran low on my rations early on, but once I hit Wyoming, I started ordering steak salads,  (and was never disappointed!)

Thor (Marvel Comics)

Okay.  So how does this relate to Thor, you ask?

—  See prior post– a reblog of Regenaxe’s Nuclear Fire.  It gave me pause.

Once upon a time, I was avidly against nuclear power plants.  After Three-Mile-Island, I was ardently antinuke.  Post Chernobyl–fervently  so.

As I said, I thought it was difficult to eat on the road and avoid gluten and gmo’s (biotech)  and other toxins.  Now, post-Fukishima, I find it hard to eat even at home.

Grocery shopping:  I hesitate to buy seafood now.  Pasture-raised meat and dairy?  Doesn’t excite me like it used to.

Can I even find non-gmo corn products?  Only if it’s organic, and now I’m not even sure about that.

Does it really only have to be 95% Gmo-free by weight to be considered organic?  Just how much can an engineered gene weigh?  And I just read that organic doesn’t mean Round-Up free, either.  What the ….?

Remember that first week after the tsunami and the reports of spikes in the  readings starting on the West coast, and then the East?  And then, no more news?

We’re sort of ‘fuked’.

So, back to Thor.

THOR

A couple weeks ago I heard an interview on the radio.  Someone promoting a book promoting nuclear power.  Before changing channels though, I heard enough to be interested.

Thorium reactions can’t go critical (into meltdown mode) and create maybe only 10% of the waste  current technologies produce.  Not a bad thing.

While China and India are pursuing this technology,  America is burying thorium as a waste product.  (Somewhere, I guess.)

Other minds know more about this.  The book is Thorium–energy cheaper than coal by Robert Hargraves.

Is it too late?  Who knows.  With three reactors in meltdown and spent rod cooling ponds running out of water storage space across the ocean, and fish freaking me out on the scale of their radioactivity, I kind of try to ignore it.

No Fishing Allowed

No Fishing Allowed

When Japan got hit and the news trickled out, I sent my kids emails and told them to eat seaweed and kelp.  Not that they listened, but it was the least I could do.  Now I won’t be buying any more seaweed products either, not that I was a big fan.  I still have some pre-Fukishima capsules.

Okay.  Back to the Chase.  I need some fun.