Tuesday, October 26, 2021

rooted things begin to glide

My son-in-law Air explained to us that most hikers (almost all public hiking land in Michigan is public hunting land too) get shot by hunters not because the hunter thinks they're deer but because hikers are behind the deer being shot at and the hunter doesn't see them and shoots them when he misses the deer, hence we wore orange vests; Air also confirmed what I'd've guessed: hunters chances are better far off the (relatively) heavily-used path, and Michigan's Department of Natural Resources does a good job providing hunter access to pick-up parking on state land away from trailheads and trails. I was not shot or (I think but can't confirm) shot at

Were there a week too early for peak autumn though we were there the traditional peak autumn week, Pennsylvania's Laurel Highlands, where the turnpike crosses the Alleghenys, two weeks behind and half washed-out, the issue not urgent compared to the coming floods, droughts, heatwaves, and genocidal resource wars brought to you by shitlord climate change but a gentle reminder that another victim of climate change is eastern North America's deciduous forests, already the trees dying, aware, their chemistry, their rhythms permanently, terminally fucked up

Above and below photos from Saturday sunset past at the Haehnle Audubon Sanctuary on Seymour Road in Jackson Michigan. Michigan has its moments

From Mt Hope Road on I-94 in Grass Lake Michigan to my house in Kensington Maryland, all by interstate but three miles in Maumee Ohio negotiating the connection between US-23 (admittedly not an interstate but interstate-grade) to Ohio Turnpike and the two miles to my house once off 270 = 524 mile, 70 in Michigan, 192 in Ohio (= 262) 178 in Pennsylvania, 84 in Maryland (= 262), the Pennsylvania/Ohio border the truest halfway point in all my recurrent travels

I wore brightly patterned masks and my black Guided by Voices rune baseball cap in the few stores I entered in Michigan (I wear brightly patterned masks and GbV hat everywhere, I didn't take them to Michigan to provoke, I took them to Michigan cause it's what I wear). Half the people in the weed store* wore masks (which makes sense since some clearly in dire physical distress), maybe a quarter of the people in the other stores wore masks, a few of the unmasked gave me friendly bemused smiles and I smiled back with my eyes, only one gave me an I'd like to kick your ass in the parking lot look but the cashier assured me he looks that way at everybody

Air's answer on Saturday's hike (o, that's the top photo) to my question who maintains the excellent Waterloo-Pinckney Trail that Michigan DNR does, DNR gets a generous budget since Michigan so tourist dependent, and I don't do research and like easy analogies but I can see Michigan as the eastern Midwest's Maine, and reaction to me in a corner store after the hike was instant recognition I live far away, an outsider, in a pink and orange mask in a black hat runed different than their black hats, local conversation stopped mid-stream while I was in the store

We sold our 13 acres in Michigan, breaking even, losing the monthly mortgage we forgot how much we didn't miss after paying off our house in Maryland (we went to settlement in an Ann Arbor office, everyone wearing a mask). When we move to Michigan against our will we won't need 13 acres and don't want to build a new house/military compound (there are many) and don't want to live on a well and shitfeed a septic field. We will live east of the town, one county over, from the town my daughter lives in. Our potus votes will count for the first time in our lives, I won't vote for who most of those who live near the house in Jackson County where we stayed will vote for, I won't vote for the shitty Democrat those who live near the house in Jackson County where we stayed call a communist, not quite the fine metaphor for America that helmetball is but fine fucking enough

*Speaking of the weed store, I asked my weed adviser, what percentage of sales by volume are medicinal versus recreational (by volume since prices vary between recreational and medicinal, I learned) and more than half the volume on legit medical weed usage, half the recreational buying medicinally, half the half that buy recreational buy for justifiable medical/theraputic reasons also, people can't afford doctors and the meds they prescribe so people self-medicate, or more precisely, self-alleviate. You, he asked. Yes, I said (the next confirmed scheduled visit to a legal state isn't until the end of July 2022, per agreement, fuck, and fuck me. At least I'll be in Maine for two weeks - where weed is expensive and weak if I buy it there, where weed is expensive and weak if I buy in DC and take with me, have I mentioned how cheap - as in 60% less for an eighth than it would be in DC and Maine, and kaboom better, also too, Michigan weed be)

Haehnle Audubon Sanctuary (with Planet cameo)

Rural Michigan peasants like watching helmetball and eating dead animals when watching helmetball just as much as most Moco libtards, Weird But True!
We are ruled by apes with PR firms
What do Democrats do all day?
*This* evil motherfucker
Absolutely not accidental
Crisis and differentiation
Nothing is a better metaphor for the clusterfuck than motherfucking helmetball, but this is a good one too
I give hunters this: when was the last time you ate meat you killed then butchered yourself?
Why so many teachers are thinking about quitting (I heard two discuss this yesterday on a hike before I found this article)
Anyone on 95 south of Portland Maine deserves what they get
Western Maryland rubs another one out
Self-reliance: Michigan has a head start on your upcoming precarity, Planet and Air could eat next summer if all stores closed, Earthgirl and Jeff not so much, which I mention to credit the (unselfish) self-reliant and criticize me for bitching about weak wifi
The trouble with normalThe trouble with normal
Fleur Jaeggy thinks nothing of herself
Helmetball: its shoes cost more than your house
Ishiguro >Portrait of the robot as a young woman
I am utterly unabashedly superduper stupid for Bejar's music


Cole Swenson