TAOS - It rhymes with house

Beautiful scenic drive from Santa Fe. Taos is amazing. Small, real, and friendly. I was afraid the whole state was going to be like Santa Fe, but here there are only two fast food joints in the whole town.

There is not one piece of plastic at this motel. Wooden furniture inside and out, real dove-tailed massive timber joint construction and just now I went exploring and found a plate of just baked tollhouse cookies...so hot they would bend, with another batch in the oven.

Yeah, I like it here.

Had my first Breakfast Burrito at a local place this morning. It was crammed with a little of everything in the kitchen and about a big as a yule log. It would have fed a Cambodian family for a week.

Tag 88 installed in Santa Fe motel room, but I'm not all that proud of it...even though I had to stand on a table to do it. My thinking is this; the maid won't care about the tag...it's not her job. The maintenance man will think it's from corporate. If corporate ever saw it (which I doubt) they would think it was a local maintenance matter. All and all, it will stay right there until they raze the building...unless, of course, somebody like me steals it in the name of preserving an artifact. I preserve a lot of artifacts, but that's a story for another day.

On the drive up here, I saw one of the funniest things I have seen in a long time. The guide book said that pilgrims come to this church from all over the world. The story goes that a Spaniard explorer got very ill and the native people took him to the site of the church, laid him on the ground and he got well. What other explanation could there be other than it being SACRED GROUND? The pilgrims come and take some of the curative dirt from a hole in bathroom floor.

After reading that sign you can understand why I wouldn't get out of the truck.

I can understand those more or less stupid ancient people believing that laying a sick man on the ground and him getting well was a divine act. I can understand the fundraising benefits of perpetuating the tale (the Catholic Church can sell a lot of votive candles and pizza with a tale like that).

But what about the pilgrims? Do these people actually believe that the dirt can cure them? Are there REALLY people like that walking among us?

Then I think about just about EVERY newspapers in the country PAYING some bimbo to write horoscopes. Come on, people, we are better than this.

There were three huge wooden crosses on the church grounds, but my wife forbade...FORBADE...me to tag one of them. What a sissy. Out of respect I would have tagged one of the lesser thieves' crosses.

All other signage, etc, was metal so the site remains unmarred by my wit. Of course, since the discovery of the tag would be unexplainable, they would probably bless it and declare it a miracle and, of course, sell MORE pizza.

Funnier still, right next to the Sacred Place sign was another that stated: NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THIEF. I may be the only person to visit the sight to find the humor in the juxtaposition.

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Dog Property Rules:

If I like it, it's mine.

If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.

If I'm chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.

If I saw it first, it's mine.

If you are playing with something and you put it down,

it automatically becomes mine.

If it's broken, it's yours.

I've always liked this guy.

This guy would totally understand my tags...I mean it. If I told him that I acquired some tags and planned to attach them to places I find interesting all across America, this guy would never, ever ask why. He would ask, You need any help?

Newspapers tell you what happened yesterday...yeah, like that's gonna sell nowadays.

Glow in the dark condoms... ...now we can all have our very own lightsaber.

If the world is meant to end in 2012, then why does my yoghurt expire in 2013?

Clown strippers....yep, we've hit rock bottom...culturally we are unredeemable.

Women are Angels...And when someone breaks their wings...they simply continue to fly....on a broomstick...they are THAT flexible.

Dear Artists,

Just because you can do it doesn't mean you should do it.

Respectfully,

A Fellow Artist HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

One of my very own... I just heard a man-on-the-street interview and a young man said that the $50 million dollars that BP is spending on image advertising should instead be ads to apologize for advertising at a time like this. What a fucking cluster fuck...and I don't throw those words around without meaning it. It will make the Exxon Valdez spill look like child's play. I heard, also, a suggestion that if the government or BP could give them a place to sleep and food to eat, young people from all over the country would pour into the area to assist with clean-up without pay. I think they would.

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Just ate Rabbit/Rattlesnake sausage...wasn't bad.

Dennis Hopper was buried in Taos a couple of days ago. We just missed it. If I had a joint, I would smoke one in his memory. You people who do have a joint, smoke one for me thinking of him.

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