Sunday, January 9, 2022

The Cold War's principal U.S. theatre was Southern Nevada.

While idly searching high-desert real real estate and simultaneously studying the geology of Nevada by flying around in Google Earth, i accidentally found it, because it stands out, a huge malignant zit. Surrounded by a hundreds of other sick pockmarks in the earth is the Sedan Crater, the biggest human-made crater on Earth. Yes, the government used to set off these REALLY big fireworks in the backyard when i was a kid in LA. Sonic booms, mushroom clouds. Sound of freedom, kid.

Somehow i wound up watching this splendid documentary Downwinders and the Radioactive West. One of the most brutal truths spoken by a survivor in the film, is that the Cold War was an actual atomic war. Both the USA and the USSR nuked their own citizens in the name of national defense testing.

 Read that last sentence again. 

There were atomic casualties of the Cold War on both sides. They nuked themselves as proxy for nuking the enemy. Nuking the enemy would start a real war that no one would win. We will detonate the bombs on our OWN land to show them how powerful we are!

I had to shut off the video and grok that. 

It's true, i knew about the Downwinders and the Test Site and even the bad John Wayne movie where many people involved later died of cancer.  But hadn't heard it put that way before. We fought the Cold War against our own citizens. Hundreds of nuclear bombs exploded over the years. People and livestock became sick and died in icky ways. And the government lied, told them they were full of shit, poor excuses for ranchers; just covered up the obvious and kept testing anyway. Got to show the Russians our mighty, mighty shit.  And the Soviets did the same favor to their citizens. Show the evil capitalist Yanks our power! 

And lots of men got rich. That is the purpose of modern warfare.

Will there ever be a monument to the unwary citizen soldiers who lost their lives to the effects of nuclear warfare in the American Southwest?  Doubtful. Sedan Crater is on the National Register of Historic Places; maybe that counts.

 As a child of the Cold War era, nukes were always on my mind, just like there's probably radioactive bits on my mid-century bones. I have a strange and terrible fascination with nukes to this day. (get past the boring first mathy parts, then the video gets weird) The eerie sound of air-raid sirens still makes me freeze in a fear that goes back to elementary school. Duck and cover and magically you won't vaporize like a mosquito in a blowtorch. I call bullshit, even as a kid. The grownups said shush. Plejaleejunce tathaflag.

They're out there in the desert. Glowing ghosts of good patriotic citizens bamboozled by their own government and scientists. No wonder the West is full of people who hate the government, not just Navajo Nation and the other First People whose land was taken, stripped, exploded, poisoned. Like the Marshallese people of the Pacific atolls destroyed with nuclear testing; casualties of American greed for power and control. 

We all are in some way, casualties of the Cold War.


Sunday, January 2, 2022

Spin Your Own Wheel

New Year by Western count: Day 2 of 2022
Baja Arizona, on the border of Mojave and Sonora, in the land of Rio Colorado for the 4th time in 5 years.

"Lucky" to go snowbirding?

No. We saved and researched and planned it dammit, and so can you if it matters enough. Luck has mostly nothing to do with it. You envy me? You're jealous? That's perhaps you looking in the mirror and not liking what you see.

I live with depression. No i'm not "sad". Depression in the medical sense is a disease of the entire body, where things are depressed, as in slowed, impeded, lowered. It's a fuck-up of brain chemicals, hormones, neurotransmitters and other scientific shit brought on by combinations of both genetics and circumstances. It's the name of a medical condition, as well as a state of mind. Since it doesn't twist your bones or make you visibly different, it's "all in your head." Which is true....

... because the mix of chemical soup in your brain controls everything about your state of mind. Everything. Your brain is a chemical engine. You cannot think your way out of depression, because when you are in a down cycle, your thinking is distorted and malfunctioning. This is as nonsensical of an idea as "pulling yourself up by your bootstraps"  - contemplate it, if you are stuck in mud, pulling on your own boots will not get you unstuck. Simple physics.

Lucky? Nah. Too passive. Too random. Here's a bit i wrote on FB this morning related to this same theme.


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Jan 2, 2022 


Bright and cold here this morning. 36F for an overnight low and the wind is already picking up. But it's sunny! That's the main thing i need for my health - lots of bright sun on the retinas and skin. My brain is like a battery, my eyes are the solar panel. In Oregon's long dark winters i roll to a stop with only emergency life-support flickering in the basement backup battery. 

Fuck that.

Better living through travel. Go south, old bird.


Lucky? No, that's not true. Luck implies a stroke of fortune out of nowhere; that you didn't have to put much effort into to get the reward. Like a slot machine. Pure chance. No logic. A whim of the Universe.


Our lifestyle is not "luck", and i get a little irritated when people express envy about our snowbird life as "luck", as if that's an easy fate-determined excuse for them not to try pursuing it for themselves. I'm jealous. It must be just luck. I could never do that. You're so lucky.


Yes, you can. But you can't have it all. Choices are yours. Change your "luck".  Quit whining and point your nose in the right direction. Then, make a plan.


We had an idea and a purpose and a goal. Get out of western Oregon in the winter before the bird falls off her branch for good. 

It took a lot of life adjustments over many years. Selling stuff. Scheduling summer-only worktime in Oregon. Acquiring and learning how to operate and maintain an RV and all the systems that go along with boondocking life. Getting rid of stuff, things, parts and pieces. Making new friends and routines. Luck? No. Logical assessment and planning, budgeting, deciding what didn't work and having the courage to change it. 


Randy and I are not afraid to move, change, reassess and try something different. That's the lucky part, having a partner that's the other half of an ox team pointed the right direction and ready to pull. I could never do this myself. I've tried. I can't live alone unsupervised, no matter WHERE it is. And he probably wouldn't have done it on his own. I fly off on some idea, he follows and builds infrastructure for it. That's how we make albums too. 🙂


If you have severe Seasonal Affective Disorder, you probably also have vitamin D3 deficiency. If you have those, you probably are very sludgy and depressed and should sell a bunch of your stuff and buy an old Chevy van and come down here and let me show you around. Ask your doctor! Mine approves. 


If you want something, you can sit around and wait for the Universe to drop it in your lap. You can pray, light candles, wish upon a star. Or perhaps you can get out a pencil and paper and start making lists, plans and maps. You can figure out what you will give up, what you must keep, what's important, what must be waited on and what can be fast-tracked. You can stop spending money on anything that isn't the goal. Because chance, like luck, favors the one who is prepared and ready to accept the good fortune. 


Unexpected blessings do happen. But it's tough to build any real life if you're just forever waiting for that "ship to come in". Swim out to meet it or take a plane instead. Waiting for luck alone to change your fortune is most always a losing strategy. 


Don't die wishing that you should have at least tried.


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