Wasteland Wrap-up #28

An unexpected visitor, and a talk I gave about OR83...

These last weeks have been extremely busy, with wrapping up the final-final-final aspects of the new book, teaching, and other duties. I don’t even have any new photos of Lyndon to share, but here’s a throwback to when he was just a little pupper, back in 2013, when we got him:

Even at 6 months, Lyndon understood the value of a blanket and pillow.

As you can see, he was always pretty much himself. But he has mellowed a lot since then, of course.

We had an authorized visitor spend the night a few weeks ago, in a secluded stoop underneath our stairs:

As you can see, we don’t use this area very much, and it tends to require periodic cleaning out as stuff blows into it from the street. In this case, I don’t think we can blame the wind on our visitor. He or she slept all day, dreaming little skunk dreams, and then vacated at dusk. We live in one of the most heavily urbanized parts of the United States so it always feels semi-miraculous when we see wild animals here.

The week before last, I posted on Doomsday Machines about the Beat poet Gregory Corso’s poem “BOMB,” which my colleague Billy Middleton had brought to my attention many months ago:

Whether I’ll have another post ready this week will depend on my scheduling availability — and so I suspect not (I am even more over-obligated than usual), but the week after that should bring something interesting. I have a few drafts begun, but have lacked the time to bring them to completion.