Horned Larks
I am taking a new prescription. I was having some nausea and headaches, so I thought I would look to see what common adverse effects there are for this drug. I shared them with my friends. Name one, it is listed. One friend is happy that the drug is having an effect and hope that the unusual ejaculations don't get out of hand. Jon said, when I told him that that was a potential side effect, maybe they mean ejaculations verbally or other parts of ones body. Or that I just blurt out some unusual thing. Hard to recognize that as an adverse effect verses my normal behavior.
I had called my younger brother while he was in the desert looking at horned larks. It was in the 50's and sunny. I was listening to Oliver Sacks on the radio in the truck. It was 34 and sleeting. For more information on the horned lark, please navigate your browser to:
http://www.enature.com/fieldguide/showSpeciesIMG.asp?imageID=17513
I saw one once, at the center for urban horticulture. An idyllic place to work, as an amature urban naturalist. They are more of an East of the Mt.s type bird. But I digress.
Jon and I were talking about how he has too little regard for money, to his future detriment, but values the environment. As opposed to my sister's nephew Jacob who moved to Arizona to make money in real estate and thinks paving the desert is a fine thing to do.
I wish I had been out with him this afternoon. Exploring the desert with him would be great fun. Exploring defined my childhood with him. He and I are closest in age and sensibility. My favorite childhood memories are hiking with him at Echo and up at my grandparents house in Nevada City.
While he was out of town looking at birds he came across two motels with garish colors that he described in detail. He stopped to take a photo of a Ford Fairmont. He has a series going of them. It lived at a hot pink mobile home with barbed wire. He thought his taking the picture would help the owners justify their apparent paranoia. "Yeah, I saw a government guy taking photos of our house...." Jon imagined them saying.
I had called my younger brother while he was in the desert looking at horned larks. It was in the 50's and sunny. I was listening to Oliver Sacks on the radio in the truck. It was 34 and sleeting. For more information on the horned lark, please navigate your browser to:
http://www.enature.com/fieldguide/showSpeciesIMG.asp?imageID=17513
I saw one once, at the center for urban horticulture. An idyllic place to work, as an amature urban naturalist. They are more of an East of the Mt.s type bird. But I digress.
Jon and I were talking about how he has too little regard for money, to his future detriment, but values the environment. As opposed to my sister's nephew Jacob who moved to Arizona to make money in real estate and thinks paving the desert is a fine thing to do.
I wish I had been out with him this afternoon. Exploring the desert with him would be great fun. Exploring defined my childhood with him. He and I are closest in age and sensibility. My favorite childhood memories are hiking with him at Echo and up at my grandparents house in Nevada City.
While he was out of town looking at birds he came across two motels with garish colors that he described in detail. He stopped to take a photo of a Ford Fairmont. He has a series going of them. It lived at a hot pink mobile home with barbed wire. He thought his taking the picture would help the owners justify their apparent paranoia. "Yeah, I saw a government guy taking photos of our house...." Jon imagined them saying.
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