Piestewa

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City of LIghts

No Phoenii* were harmed in the making of these photos, taken at Lights of the World, currently at the state fairgrounds behind the old Coliseum. It's, like, bad-ass, dudes. 

*Plural of Phoenix, duh**

**What do you get if you combine more than one Phoenix with a ring shaped island made of old Barbie's? 

A Phoeni-barb-atoll. 

What? 

Lights of the World

Chinese Acrobats  

The Local

Met mom and Jean in Prescott yesterday for pre-holiday festivities.

After eating lunch at a place called The Local, organic and tasty, we walked down the street to find her favorite vacuum cleaner repair place.

"Neighborhood looks right but I think they're closed," said mom as we walked, hoping to recover her wayward Electrolux, left some weeks previous.*

We found 'em 2 blocks down, around the corner, and they were open!

The not-quite-ancient lady behind the counter had waxy, maroon colored hair and abnormally long, hairy forearms - a bit lycanthropic in retrospect.

Mom, hard of hearing, shouted out introductions - mentioning I'd come from Phoenix.

To which the lady said, "my son lives in Phoenix. It's his birthday today but I tried calling him and he won't answer."

For some reason, I imagined an aging man - weathered and perhaps hungover - staring through slitted eyes at the ringing phone. He'd escaped his parents and small town life but mortality loomed.

Roger, her husband, came out from the back - tall, slightly hunched, with a furrowed brow and peering eyes that looked everywhere but at us.

He was also hard of hearing. Or maybe just in a marriage where the wife addresses her husband in third person.

"Roger's in a real mood today," she announced as he came out.

At which point he stopped, took us in, then headed back from whence he came.

Moment's later he re-emerged with mom's vacuum and turned it on. The noice was horrible - a combination of grating and grinding.

Then a little plastic chunk flew out and it purred like a kitten.

Mom handed over her card and after some shouting:

"Card doesn't work! How much?! Sign here!! Doesn't work?! Merry Christmas!!"

We left with a thud of the door and a clang of the bell.

"Don't make 'em like that anymore," said mom.

True dat.

* A real life, actual Electrolux Vacuum Cleaner!

Coffee w/Max

4am

this morning
I dreamt of an elk
with a cougar's face

super imposed
over
it,

which was, either:

1. a cougar come back as an elk...  

2. it's spirit protector -or-

3. two narratives, mixed:

    {an elk hunt I know of
        -and-
         a large cat spotted recently at Brown's ranch}  

My friend was in the dream, showing me the cat-faced elk he'd just killed.

And was it him or me I was dreaming about?*

Very David Lynch**


*Freud might've said they were all aspects of myself. Or was it Jung?
**I did recently see photos of the little man in the red room from the last episode of Twin Peaks, so there's that. 

In the now