Lola at the Coffee House, Cafe 101

our wonderful apricots were pretty much wiped out by a late freeze but the peaches look good.

You can serve those peaches to georgeob1 when he comes to ABQ. He's
quite peachy himself. I can't believe that ABQ has become the a2k hub.

That's Albuquerque I presume?

Georgeob1 is someone I disagree with on politics but I respect him more than any other conservative in this forum. I had peaches on my Belgian Waffles Sunday, now I can make them a non-alcoholic toast (sic) to George.

Well, maybe peaches in a champagne glass with some Cristal on top (just a little -- way too expensive).

that's only because you are an elitist snob. perhaps you disregard he simple fact that Albuquerque is the locus dei that contains The Dys.

Now, don't talk with a German about locus

The sky is blue-black, the air clear, cold - a crystalline winter morning in the central new mexican desert. I lay in my bag, warm against the pre-dawn cold that sits down like iron amidst these high plateaus.

After a while I get up and look around. Mist lifts off the rock; midnight-colored ravens wing and caw their way through the misty dawn. Slowly, the desert morning progresses, an unfolding of light, form and texture: Blue-lavender dioramas, assuming depth; alpenglow atop the peaks; and then the sunrise spilling over the snowcapped Sandia, throwing everything into sharp relief. Soon I'm driving southwest. To my right, through breaks in the rock, I get teasing glimpses, beyond the wall, of a carved uplift of humps, fins, pinnacles and domes, pink-banded, like a battlement atop a stone rampart: the mogollon mtns. Unconsciously, my foot presses harder on the pedal towards the Gilas.

One can say the same about the Klondike Bluffs...

Oy, my one remaining friend on a2k talks about new mexico as just another loo.

exactly

I never ever would do so.

But, those Bavarians, you know, Thomas and CJ are natives of those backwoods, have some insidious pleasures ...

Apparently Dys is back to his natural self -- damn !!

Thanks to Calamity, who really is a sweetheart - even though she prefers Francis to me.

Lightwizard has set the bar for his respect rather low ... "..compared to other conservatives here..." However one must accept what he can get ... and I thank him for it. Besides, he's from LA.

George must be very pleased to read that.

That being south of Point Conception, he is from Hell, hey!

I've been read some stuff about the D.H. and Frieda Lawrence ranch in NM. It sounds grisly.

the rio puerco flows out of the san mateo like lava creeps along the El Malpais, piloted across the flatlands by minimal gravity. There is no rush and the scrub oak along with the uncommon cottonwood harbor the crow and the scorpion. The rare footprints of the Basketmaker peoples increase as the puerco nears the Rio San Jose on the Laguna Reservation. I find it sad when I encounter alien californians and other snowbirds who come here bringing with them their cultures, their biases and their attitudes without appreciation of the wonder of this land , they stay close to the malls and their manicured lawns. I am as much a bigot as much a bigot as Okie is an Okie, I am a New Mexican.

Damn it, George, stop seeing through my veiled insults.

LA? Not since 1964. I really consider Laguna Beach my adopted home town and over the years, the traffic of vacationers from San Francisco is legendary in town. In the winter, it's still the Canucks. If you gave me LA and hell, I'd sell LA and live in hell. That's overstated, of course, as I do go to the Walt Disney Concert Hall, the Getty, LACMA, the Hollywood Bowl, studio previews but avoid staying overnight unless it's necessary.

Walter, now that I have met Thomas, I must tell you that he's no Bavarian!
His hometown is Konstanz am Bodensee, so clearly I am the only Bavarian
expat among Prussians here.

George, when it comes to the French, us Germans have much to atone for

Well dys, we're having an ugly day here in southern California - 98 F of
dry heat does feel like hell. ABQ is nice indeed (to visit only)!

Phooey.

What do you expect in a Coffee House with a clientele like this?

I give up, what would Thorstein say?