The Adventures of Captain Goosebag & Peabody ..

peabody2.jpgOn the second full moon of the new year of 1975, there was another fateful knock on my door. Captain Goosebag was looking for a partner for an overnight cross-country ski trip.

I should tell you right away that I was probably not his first choice as companion on such an adventure.

You can readily imagine that anyone called Captain Goosebag, lauded far and wide as such a daring mocker of authority, would normally have nothing to do with Peabody, who had only the doubtful fame of cracking eggs for The Man. I was a lot steadier on a horse than I was on downhill skis, and I had nothing in the way of cross-country equipment.

But the balance was tipped by my one good trait: I was the sole person on the floor with the next two days off.

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The Adventures of Captain Goosebag & Peabody .

peabody1.jpgIn a previous post, where I listed adventures I’ve had, and adventures I plan to have, I mentioned briefly “Go cross-country skiing under the full moon (I almost died)” as one of my past adventures.

Rev. BigDumbChimp said “I’d like an explanation here.”

So here it is:

Living in Houston in 1974, I had a secure job and the seeds of a career track: work a year, go to college for a year. Major in animal science or biology, get a degree in genetics, go to Vet school, become a horse doctor.

So when my old pal Mark showed up at my door one fall day, I should have been out, or failed to answer the door, or said no. But none of those things happened.

I opened the door. And Mark said “Hi! I’m going to hitchhike out to California and get a job at a ski resort! Wanna go?”

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New Name, Same Blog

earthman.jpgYou’ll notice the name at the top of this page is now “Earthman’s Notebook,” instead of www.patheos.com/blogs/acitizenofearth. (I know it’s a bit hard to read. I’m trying to figure out how to add a drop shadow or something, to make it more readable.)

I’ve been thinking about the name for a while now, first in relation to a book I’m writing (at the pace of a handicapped snail), and second in relation to the blog. I put it here to establish whatever copyright it gives.

Growing up, I passed through a number of tribal identifications: member of my specific family, Baptist, Texan, Houstonian, Astros fan, male, bookish nerd, cowboy, Deep Souther, American — all of which I held to with one measure of pride or another.

But … you grow beyond things. There came a point where I didn’t really even think of myself specifically as human. I mean, I’m undeniably Homo sapiens, but I felt more like a … dang, I’m not even sure there’s a good word for it.

Years back, I wrote a piece about kinship, the shared heritage we humans have with animals, and the writing of it changed me.

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Xen-Living: 50 Things To Do Before I Die

grizzly.jpgI stumbled across the title phrase of this post today, and Googled it. I found several lists and scrolled through them.

One of them was all “Go watch the Masters golf tournament,” and “Sit ringside at Madison Square Gardens for a boxing match,” and “See the Tour de France in person,” and it just seemed like most of it was a lot of shit you’d do to impress other people, instead of having an adventure exclusively for your own self.

I mean … golf?? City stuff? Crowds? Sheeeeit. I pass.

I’ve been making lists like this most of my life, and MY list has almost nothing in common with this dopey faux-cool list.

Speaking of trying to impress other people, it may sound like it for a moment here, but I hope that’s not what I’m doing. I am proud of some of the things I’ve done, and I like relating them. But I’ve also found that, most of the time, other people don’t really care too much about such stories. Maybe it’s because I’m not very good at telling them; maybe it’s because I look like a short little nobody and it’s hard for people to believe I’ve done some of this stuff.

Anyway, here comes the brag, if that’s what it is. At the age of 55, I’ve done this:

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Scar Story

scar.jpgI’m new at this meme thing, but I’m gonna try it anyway.

The way the thing works, you ask a question or issue a challenge to a small number of blogging friends, not only to respond but to tag other bloggers with the question/challenge, to get them, in turn, to respond and tag still others. 

Any non-blogger who reads here, if you also want to answer, I’m interested in that too.

So here it is:

Tell the story of a (non-surgical) scar you have somewhere on your body. Answer and tag three other bloggers.

My own answer:

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Xen Living: The 30,000

30000.jpgLet’s say someone gave you $30,000, in cash, and the deal was, you had to live on it as long as you could. You couldn’t do any other income-producing work in that time, you just had to live on the 30 grand.

You’d have to pay all your bills on it, provide for all your daily needs. You’d have no additional money coming in, and all your entertainment needs, your health needs, your travel and leisure needs, all would have to come out of that one chunk of money.

How long could you live on it?

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Armchair analyst

jerk.jpgThinking about a commenter on another blog I read, a fellow so aggressively obtuse he could piss off Mother Teresa. Rather than post this there, where he can whine that I’m being unfair to poor, poor him, I’m putting it here:

I think all of us know intuitively that every conversation (or relationship) contains an unstated agreement something like “Allow me some of your time and attention, and I’ll deal with you fairly.”

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Lynda.com

lynda.jpgUnsolicited advertisement:

Do you know about this site? Lynda.com offers video tutorials on a LOT of different software. They have thousands of videos on just about everything I’ve wanted to know, and you get unlimited access to ALL of it for just $25 a month (less if you get a full year membership).  

Over the past six months or so, I’ve been a subscriber and have worked through lessons on e-commerce and creating online shopping carts, lessons on Illustrator, Photoshop, Dreamweaver, InDesign, PHP, and more. They’ve been immensely helpful.

Maybe it seems odd that I’d be advertising this commercial service, but when I find something cool, I like to share it.

Lynda rocks.

Jeez.

wilbur.jpgBen Stein, actor and, uh — I almost said comedian, but he’s not that funny — former host of “Win Ben Stein’s Money” and former speechwriter for President Nixon, is turning out to be a serious nutcase.

And I don’t mean “lovable nutcase,” like dear old Aunt Clara from Bewitched who collected doorknobs. I mean malignant, nasty SOB nutcase, an enemy, in his own way, to core American values.

I know whenever you hear “American values” you automatically think of family-related stuff, like raising your kids right and staying married to the same woman (or  man). Saying the Pledge and honoring the soldiers, eating watermelon at the county fair.

But science is a core American value too, one that stretches back to before the founding of the nation. Ben  Franklin is known as a scientist, for instance. Thomas Jefferson is less known as an experimentalist but was no less a rigorous rationalist and scientific thinker. Wilbur and Orville Wright are quintessential American heroes.

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Man and Animal

animalman.jpgI’m carrying on a mostly-cordial argument over at Unscrewing the Inscrutable with a fellow named Michael M, an Objectivist and admirer of Ayn Rand.

I’ve been an admirer of Ayn Rand too – I think she was brilliant in the extreme – but I don’t revere her, as some people surely do. Some things, in my opinion, she simply got wrong.

This is my most recent answer to one of Michael’s points, that humans have reason and free will whereas animals have nothing but instincts.

Okay, this is absolutely, positively my last 2,000 words on the subject. 🙂

Seriously, one of the problems with replying to the arguments of a, for instance, anti-evolution type, is that they can pop out with a single sentence that contains three major mistakes, each of which can take pages to explain and correct.

So I’m focusing again on a single issue:

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