I Fell In With Some Alligators

Out My Back Door Yesterday Morning

A tale told by an idiot (or savant or perhaps just a drunkard) in an unfamiliar tongue that sounds a lot like English. And all the while that he is speechifying, I am drinking and sometimes be becomes so sing song that I nod off. Suddenly my head gives a jerk, bobbles. I become alert and look about. Did anyone notice? They never do. And I strained to make sense what he was saying. He was still talking. A monotonous sing song. It’s not necessary to catch every work, just one or two here and there, but you can’t make sense of it when you miss five or ten minutes of it. Sometimes you came back from taking a piss and he is still talking and it’s like you’d never left. But none of what he was saying made any sense not even before the nod off. A rant is not like a speech; there is no going back. No copies have been prepared for the press . And besides who cares? What is missed is gone, gone forever. Good riddance. There is a fire blazing in the brazier. It is hot and the air is laden with combustion. I begin to nod off again. I jerk.  Its an automatic reflex. I’m trying to stay awake. I really am. It has become quiet except for the wind howling outside. Last call is announced. I stumble outside. There is no moon but the stars are cheery. I should not be driving. God, do I have to take a piss.

A woman / you’d want to kiss / or just hold – a woman whose hairbrush / you’d know the details of – Anthony Caleshu – The Siege of the Body and a Brief Respite, 2004 p5

Wonderful wonderful

            The professor’s Plung

            Bath for the Active Tourist (*ATPB)

So green – only one gallon

            Water required

            And every drop

                        Recyclable

But as the Sub-Warden

                        Observed

“A little bruised, perhaps?”

            The Active Tourist

            Upon extraction

The Professor admitted

                        This

But what was important, he said

            Was that the Active Tourist

Had gotten his plunge bath

                        Afterall

Yesterday solutions are today’s problems

Corvair College – a three day workshop on turning a Corvair engine into an aircraft power plant. They were originally designed, he claimed, to power helicopters. I didn’t know that. I only remember Ralph Nader. Seventy participants are showing up, all with their Corvair engines. He’s down here from the rustbelt in his pickup with his wife and two miniature dachshunds. Trail Dog gets some Milk Bone doggies snacks. He’s a happy camper. Come by today, he says. You might get a ride in a biplane with a Corvair engine. Sounds like a P51. After the first day he sounded a little discouraged. The instructor had gone trough all his engine parts telling which ones were usable and which one had to be custom made. Which was only natural, he said, since that what his business was. So how much would it cost if you had him make all the parts he claimed were un-usable, I asked? About ten-thousand dollars. But I think I can do it for lot less. A new Lycoming would cost about fifty-thousand.

The believers believe, but the world moves on – John Ralston Saul – The Collapse of Globalism, 2005 p14

Ain’t no hurry

Done been

Where we’re

            Goin’

The self-employment rate (including consultants and contract workers) in the U.S. has fallen from 18.5% in 1948 to 6.9% today (from 12% to 6.9% if you exclude farmers). The U.S. has the second lowest rate of self-employment among developed countries.

If it’s a truism, it’s probably not true

General Petraeus does his own mic check. Can we have a mic check here? He leaves nothing to chance, the reporter was saying as if this was an indication of the General’s leadership. It is not. It is a sign of micro-management; the exact opposite of what leadership is. It is as effort to minimize risk and a sign of distrust of one’s subordinates. Neither of these are indicators of leadership. Exactly the opposite. And his PhD? Well I’d called that a credential for membership in the technocracy. And that is no indicator of leadership either.

Chicago school

            Laissez-faire

                        Straight up

                                    No chaser

Free markets

            More choice

                        Corporations

                                    Are people

                                   

7-9m gal/day from the spring but the lake is almost dry. It’s not the farmers, she says. They irrigate, but there's no irrigating as this time of year. It happened overnight. Might be a sinkhole. There is limestone down there. How far down? About four hundred feet, he says.  But I wonder about that, there’s is a sinkhole next to the trail.  And over there, so the sign says, was the world’s largest prison at the time – the Confederate prison camp, Fort Lawton, built to relieve the overcrowding at Andersonville. It was only open four months before General Sherman came through on his “March to the Sea”. He burnt the railroad depot in town. All the prisoners had been removed to Savannah. It never held more than 10,300 Union prisoners (Andersonville had over 30,000). I think they meant the size of the enclosed space, which was three times that of Andersonville. Temperature for November: average high of 69⁰ and average low of 41⁰. The mean temperature being 55⁰. 

In 1830 opium was probably the largest single commodity business in the world.

When people no longer believe in the Immaculate Conception, they will believe in turning tables – Gustave Flaubert

Feudalism turned labor into land (slaves); Capitalism turns labor into capital (machines). Just different campaigns in the war against the common man

It is reasonable to conclude that the time has come for the American people to accept a hard truth, which is that ‘both’ of our political parties are now run by people who view us not as sovereign citizens who command them but as nude and sometimes rude animals who must be fed, clothed, employed, entertained, exercised, disciplined, and once every four years, herded by beaters into a voting booth – Barry C Lynn – Cornered: the new monopoly capitalism and the economics of destruction, 2010 p147

80% of the profits from tobacco and alcohol comes from addicts. Addiction is the business model for the industries regulated by the ATF.

The lobbyist and the networker are the modernized versions of the courtier

Only four countries (Namibia, Zimbabwe, Denmark and Switzerland) have a greater degree of wealth inequity than does the United States

It’s About Time

Behind the times

Behind the lines

            The Golden Hind       

            Hind quarters

A quarter till

A quarter after

            A quart low

            A dollar short

Up and aloft

To the top gallant

            Furl the sails

            Look alert

The Monitor and Merrimac

The Black Warrior

            The Crimean War

            So  civil

What Homer didn’t see

What the Trojans dreaded

            What Slieglemann found

            What Montainage wrote

What economics is for the conservative; politics is for the liberal

In a true democracy nothing should be done ‘for’ the people – Calvin Trilling – The Liberal Imagination, 1950 p101

Holy American Empire

            Exclaimed the Boy Wonder

Yee gads!, Batman

            Their wearing bed sheets

            On their heads

No Robin, those are turbans

But be careful, he said, it’s not PC

            To disparage someone

            Because of their religion

Golly right Batman. But if they

            Have turbines on their heads

Why do they have to hijack

            Airplanes?

Worldwide $900 billion is spent on sanctioned gambling (excluding financial speculation). In Britain more than three and a half times the combined amounts from capital gains and inheritance is earned by the government from gambling.

The use of the word ‘obvious’ indicates the absence of the logical argument – an attempt to convince the reader by asserting the truth of a statement just by saying it a little louder – Errol Morris – Believing is Seeing, 2011 p8

The nations, which have most actively championed Globalism, have the highest rates of growth in inequalities

Refugees from New Orleans (Katrina) – “Where you from?” “Right here, if being here for six months makes me from here.” “Sure, why not!”  “He’s from Texarkana,” she’s pointing at her husband.  “He is related to the bartender at that Italian restaurant on the lake, the one that President Clinton likes. That’s my favorite too,” she says with a drawl. She is working towards a degree in performing arts. Right now they are building traps for Leprechauns. He had looked them up on the Internet. “Are there a lot Leprechauns here?” “No, they are for a dance recital. Six year olds dressed in green and kicking up their heels.” She needs to entrap Leprechauns on stage. She says, “Today’s my birthday.” She has a friend. She is an artist too. She gives me her card. Her name is Smilie. Her partner she says is a blacksmith. He does knives. Smile tells me that on Saturday nights they have a jazz duo – accordion and tuba. She’s from Biloxi. Another refugee. You gotta visit Biloxi, she says. I assure her that I will. March Madness is under way. Syracuse is playing Georgetown. “I’m a DC man. Who you pulling for?” the guy on my left asks.

With the advent of photography, images were torn from the world, snatched from the fabric of reality, and enshrined as separate entities. They became more like dreams – Errol Morris – Believing is Seeing, 2011 p92

I had to walk four blocks. I waddled like a duck. When I got there, there was already someone at the urinal. I pushed in as soon as he had flushed. Hurry, man hurry, I was saying to myself, I really gotta go. And when he finished I apologized for pushing. “If you wait a moment I’ll get out of your way” he said. But I didn’t have a moment but that was not his concern. He felt put upon by the guy behind him dancing around holding his pecker. This was no time to get pissed. I mostly made it to the urinal. This is women’s night. I have a big wet spot. I sit on a stool at the bar. Three of the four monitors are tuned to “The Seventies Show”. One is on basketball. Now I don’t give a damn, but this is a sports bar. I refuse to sit here and watch a sit-com. The bartender has three margaritas and a grapefruit juice but can’t find the party to whom they go. Someone at the other end of the bar is celebrating his thirtieth birthday. What a kid. They have eggrolls. Free appetizers. A party?  Maybe birthday boy. I sneak over and grab one. Dave, the bartender said I could. I sneak because the front of my pants is still damp. Dave had tapped me on the shoulder and said, “I think it is open,” indicating the eggrolls at the end of the bar. “I already have helped myself” I say. “Thanks and I think I shall have another beer, Dave.”

Rubber Duckies

The campground host came by after dark. Knock, knock, knock - he rapped on the side of my trailer. The dog was up and yapping. I went outside without any shoes. I turned on the light. He wanted to know how I was doing. He seemed too want to chat but I knew that was not his real purpose. I saw the bible that he carried under his arm. He the thin bony man typical (except those who are obese) of the South who only knows (if he knows of any) the “good” book. I knew it was not a novel. I let him chatter. I politely replied to his questions. He chattered on until he was satisfied that he could get to the purpose of his visit. Now will come the part that I had been expecting, “May I ask you something personal,” he said? “Go ahead,” I replied. “May I pray with you?” “No,” I say, “I would rather not.” He is taken aback but only for a second and he responds, “I understand, I understand.” I say, “Will thanks for stopping by.” And he says, “God bless you now.” I say, “And you to.” And off he goes into the darkness unto the next campsite making his rounds.

It’s raining. It started last night at dusk. From a gentle rain a thunderstorm can grow. It rumbles. It roars. The rain comes down: plick-plick, plick-plick. It had started as an evening shower. It’s now after dark. I can hear the rain outside. Coffee is reheated. Aw, that was a close one – light flashes. Three second later the boom. Near misses are deceptive. The rain continues – bling, bling bling

 Rubber Duckies with My Number On’e m

I’m at the Laundromat

            In Swansboro NC

The washerwoman wants

            To know what it is

                        That I’m reading

I had stood there with my hands

            Akimbo upon my hips

And she stood there imitating me

            Laughing

It’s a novel that takes place

            Around here

I didn’t know then

            How right I was

The washerwoman in the

            Novel (also in Swansboro

                        This particular Swansboro)

            Weights two-hundred and twenty

This one was tall and skinny

Her daughter and her friend

            Were standing outside

            Sucking on the straws off

                        Supersized cokes

Schoolgirls, real whores

Camp Lejuene was next door

            At the end of the month

            The boys got paid

And the Rev. Goodlin Plenty

            Got half his head blown

            Off by a jealous husband

                         With a Ruger Redhawk

Which had a seven-and-one-half inch

                        Scoped barrel

Then Lula and that two-hundred and

            Twenty pound washerwoman

            Got down on their bellies

And snaked out of the Revival tent

Thump thump thump – fifty calibers

            Zip over their metal helmets

            As they laugh

Young southern killers drink

            J. W. Dant according to Gifford

While driving Dusters with NASCAR

            Numbers on the doors

Dreaming of bashing someone’s

            Head in with the back

                        Of a shovel

I finished drying my load

She was talking to someone

            And laughing

So many rubber duckies

            Rotating around the ocean

But none of’em with my number

Post-Liberalism: the left without access to the State

“Sort of” a God

The beavers were splashing and the coyotes were howling last night. The lake is low, marked by a rim of bare shore. The beaver lodges are out of the water. I didn’t get much sunshine yesterday. It was too dark to even read. I am anxious to get out and stretch my legs

It is light. The rumbling is getting further off. There is now only a steady drizzle. Now the sun has come out. The clouds are moving to the north. The picnic tables are beginning to dry. There is still big puddle of water in front of the  stove. I haven’t made coffee yet. I go for a walk. I notice a sign. I read it: Bear country – dogs aggravate bears, keep them on a leash. The bathhouse is locked. Let my day commence. I am ready for whatever comes my way. Nothing does.

Governmentalization (Foucault): the remaking of the state on the model of the firm and the remaking of the complex moral subject (the individual) into “speekers” of human capital” who self-invest to appreciate their value”

All the while singing

We wondered when we would stop

We knew at sometime we would stop singing

We knew we would then stop wandering

And still we are singing

And still we are wondering

Every rule is a rule until it is no longer a rule

The US federal government spends $100 million a years on abstinence-only sex education

The young are naturally overcome by lust, but the middle-aged who show an undue interest in it are more likely to be accused of idle lechery. The sins of middle are melancholy, envy, gluttony and anger – Simon Blackburn – Lust, 2004

Demand pulls supply

We who are liberal and progressive know that the poor are our equals in every sense except that of being equal to us – Lionel Trilling

I mix with the masses. We’re all just Me’s here. That Me over there. And that one there. That couple – him and her - the male me and the female me. We’re all me. It’s all me. I was shattered. It was Krystaknacht. But the clock is running in reverse. It’s spinning counterclockwise. All our animosities are getting erased. But I’m discovering new ones that I didn’t know about before. It’s impossible to erase them all. Caesar hates the Gauls and they hate him. Latin killed Caesar and now it’s killing me. But that’s ok, ‘cause it’s just me.

Out on the open sea with a breaking swell and the wind a notch too high for comfort, you are the loneliest fool in the world – Jonathan Raban – Driving Home, 2010 p188

There are lots of things

That I did not notice then

If I had seen them

Then I would have known them then

Don’t you see?

Sometime or another everything is seen for the first time

And everything can always be seen for the first time sometime

But one cannot see everything every time for the first time

Can’t you see?

And what remains unseen

Remains unnoticed

And anything not seen is not known

Neither this time nor any other time

And yet they may be seen

See!

Not everyone can see everything all the time

No one sees everything every time

Everyone sees every time

At least once one sees

Why can’t you see?

It’s the conscious mind that recalls a dream

As night approaches the last color to disappear is blue. If the moon is full on a cloudless night the blue hangs on. There is a tinge of yellow but it doesn’t mix with the blue to form green.  They each shade off into black. I go into town and have a Young’s Double Chocolate. The only person other than the chef’s wife and kid is a good-looking blond drinking wine.. She’s wearing as pink tube top. Here shoulders and neck are alabaster. I had a shower and I’ve shaved. I’ve done my laundry. I turn to her and …

What can I perform to come near her? / How hope to bear up, when she gives me / The fear-killing moves of her body? – James Dickey – The Whole Motion, 1992 p66

We need philosophers

            With their boots

            On the ground

All our information comes

            From paid informants

With eyes and ears

            On infomercials

Someone needs to be waterboarding

            The ontology

Someone must pilot the

            Epistemology

We need philosophers

            Who can kick ass

Thoughts come much faster when you can put them on paper  – William Cobbett

Tax: a return which is neither rent, wage, interest nor insurance

The obvious alternative to production overseen by technocrats was rule by “power-hungry party apparatchiks or avaricious financiers”. We have convinced ourselves that since the financiers won this debate that the better option since they have since so convincingly trained us “to celebrate avarice.”

Economics got turned on its head with globalization – from the enhancement of one group’s wealth at the expense of another group to a panacea for the enhancement of mankind – from specific wealth creation to abstract wealth creation. Will not exactly – as it turned out the group creating wealth at another group’s expense has shifted from a geographic distinction (national wealth) to class definition (a plutocracy).

Efficiency is usually achieved at the expense of resilience

The power to become habituated to his surroundings is a marked characteristic of mankind…We assume some of the most peculiar and temporary of our late advantages as natural, permanent and to be depended on, and we lay our plans accordingly – John Maynard Keynes – The Economic Consequences of the Peace, 1919

Meaning is the consequence of random events

The dog is lying on the ‘anti-gravity’ chair. The chair is situated under the awning. I am preparing a second chocolate waffle as I read Wodehouse. Bertie says to his aunt that Jeeves’ handling of the Fink-Nottle (she calls him Spink-Bottle) case was ‘footless’. Aunt Dahlia had said of the buterl “What a man! I’m going  to put the whole thing up to him.”

Lines of affection

Angles of dissatisfaction

The hypothinous of truth

The arc of covenant

The geometry of this life

The more alike people are the more they struggle to be different

There are perhaps as many as 3,000 extent languages but only 78 of them have literatures

When you get to where you want to be you discover that you no longer want to be there.

Employers spend $3.5b a year on remedial writing courses for their employees. 72% of employers rate high school graduates as deficient in writing. 28% of college graduates are rated as deficient in written communication by employers.

History is often determined by who you hang out with

This is our destiny: subject to opinion polls, information, publicity, statistics; constantly confronted with the anticipated statistical verification of our behavior, and absorbed by the permanent refraction of our least movements, we are no longer confronted with our own will. We are no longer even alienated, because for that it is necessary for the subject to be divided in itself, confronted with the other, to be contradictory… Each individual is forced despite himself or herself into the undivided coherence of statistics – Jean Baudrillard, 1985

Time forgives

            Everyone
Every one time

            Is forgiven

Foregone in time

            Forlorn

Be forwarned

Time is forever

You need a reservation. Can’t do noting without one.  Gotta a reservation? No. First at the ferry and now the campground. I arrived at the slip just after eight. I was first in line (the ‘if space becomes available’ line). The lines for those with reservations were rapidly filling up.  Two or three more without reservations arrive. I had assumed that this being Sunday there would not be a lot of traffic. No, said the man with the beard and the big nose, it’s our busiest day – all the vacationers returning home. We don’t have any commercial traffic. I may be able to get you on. Not a promise, you understand. May not be the first boats but I expect we can get you out today. Next time I’ll know. Gotta a reservation? No. Maybe able to get you a spot for tonight. Wait a minute #6 is leaving. That’s a first come first serve spot (they only have a few). Later I spotted another on the back side. Soon you won’t be able to go anywhere without a reservation. The reservation will be equalevant to a travel visa. Yes we have the privilege of traveling without permits but it doesn’t do you any good if you can’t pay for the gas and if you don’t have a reservation. The closer to the sea the higher the demand. Sorry by reservation only. Can’t do nothing without a reservation.

First banana – first palm trees.  At last, the South. Temperature in the eighties. T-shit, shorts and flip fops all winter long. Rain possible. Hail and gusting winds forecast, maybe around four, John tells me. I trim my tomato plants. They were getting unruly, a little top heavy. It hurts clipping off all that unripe fruit and the numerous blossoms. They look just like new recruits. On your bellies, grunts. Sprawled in the mud with fifty caliber rounds whizzing overhead – thump, thump, thump.

Enclosures shut-in what was intended to be shut-out

The greater our knowledge, the more obscure the overall scheme – Claude Levi-Stauss – The Savage Mind, 1966 p89

The Great Gatsby Curve: (Alan B Kruegar) as income inequity increases, social mobility falls

Twice – a rumble, but otherwise the sky is clear. The sun is shining. Maybe something is happening over the ocean, beyond the trees. I move all the tomato plants to safety, behind the trailer. Snow-birds are in migration, headed southward. Many idiots among them (my neighbor across the way in particular). Two yellow butterflies flitter by.

If we didn’t work so hard at un-creating we wouldn’t have to work as hard at re-creating

Time

            After time

In time

            Time out

Time of

Time for

Time to

Time off

The time

A time

Some time

Any time

More time

Less time

Time something

Time some one

Time anything

Time anyone

            Any time

            Every time

For all time

Time

            After time

In a cinematic dream you don’t have to do anything but watch, you don’t have to participate, but in this one I played the part of cop. I was a well know black actor, can’t remember his name but he had big shinny eyes and he always played cops even on Broadway. And since the movie was already in commercial release, I wasn’t really acting a role in but rather watching myself in a role that I had previously acted. Now I was playing the role of the guy who had been the actor who had played the cop. Then at some point I actually became the cop and was no longer watching myself play the cop. I was teamed up with a female rookie. She had a red sports car and liked to drive fast. She had gotten a lot of tickets, which she had ignored. She wasn’t worried, she said because cops don’t have to pay tickets. Not entirely true, I explained to her. There was a five dollar processing fee for each ticket which had to be paid to clear the record and if you don’t and accumulate three or more in a year you driver’s license was subject to being revoked for thirty days and you’ll have to work behind the desk at reduced pay. Here, she said handing me a fist full of wadded up tickets, take care of these for me. I never saw here again. I was now working at a precinct. I had been a departmental cop, working out of headquarters. The was a lot of animosity between us and the precinct guys. The precinct guys were used to street violence and slammed people around a lot. We thought they were crude. Today while I was bringing in a suspect for booking the the young thug got the better of me managed wrestle my weapon from me. All the tough guys were out on calls. I later discovered that this had been a set up. I was abducted and taken to the gang hideout where I was stripped and released and had to make my way the station in my boxers.

I hear your partner got himself kidnapped, I told the rookie cop (the one with all the tickets). I was watching the movie again rather than being a cop myself and this was another cop talking. Oh, she replied, I hadn’t heard. I suddenly realized at this point that the kidnapping and release may only be a dream. Wouldn’t I look stupid if I started relating this story to her. I decided not to say anything else. I wanted to wait and get some verification that it was more than a mere dream. Good thing that I did shut up. I was unable to verify any of this.

Through me, two red cows walk; / From a crowning glory / Of slowness they are not taken. / Let on hoof knock on a stone, / And off it a spark jump quickly – James Dickey – The Whole Motion, 1992 p63

Time table

Time clock

Time watch

Time travel

Times tables

In The Times

These times

Rachel’s head aches. Terrance is displaying a lot of concern. Helen tells her to go to bed and it will go away in a couple of hours. So now we are heading towards the ending – death – of “A Voyage Out” – we are in the final lap and Rachel will be dropping back. What will Terrance do? Will he join the army and die at Yeppes? It is too early to tell. This is 1915. Great Britain is still in its days of glory killing a generation of its young men. Is it best that we are still living. It would have been better not to have to experience all this blood and the mud. Wishful thinking. And what about Hirsch, I doubt that he would have served, but he might have. His health was not very good. He had no chance of surviving if he had. Hewitt never was as good as Thackeray and Hirsch never the great man of promise and Rachel was first of them to die.

There is a phrase, ‘to catch one’s breath’. It is time to pause and realize who the real you is between having lain down one novel and before picking up another – having set one thing aside and started something else – having said goodbye to someone and introducing yourself to a stranger – maybe not quite so true with the second and only partially true with the later. There was a long rumbling and a cracking to the north. It is only thunder. There are dark clouds gathering to the south.  It begins to  sprinkle. Time passes and wood burns.  It too pops and crackels.  It’s difficult to tell where the sun is. It takes courage and fortitude to sit still and wait.

War is such a peculiar thing – inaugurated by the whims of few, affecting the fate of many. It is a difficult, if not impossible, thing to understand, yet we feel compelled to describe it as though it has meaning – even virtue. It starts for reasons hopelessly obscure, meanders on, then stops – Errol Morris – Believing is Seeing, 2011 p30

Behind the glassware is a mirror, the width of the bar. On the opposite wall another. Between them there is an infinity of receding reflections. They are discussing Eagle Scouts and girls. He is complaining that too much money is going to girls’ sports. “Who cares to watch them play field hockey? You know there are only three all male schools left in this country. There are things you need to think about as your child gets older”, he says. “You need to tell them just to stay away from girls (just say no). It’s so easy at that age. Just don’t get involved, it’s that simple. You’ll be better off if you don’t get involved. Finish your education. Start your career.” Life is so simple if you’re an Eagle Scout.

“I’m the one who put LSD in Bukowski’s wine. Why, because I wanted to fuck his wife, why else. Do you think I give a fuck about Bukowski? I don’t give a damn if he does get a Jewish lawyer. Why should I? I’m a bad ass mother fucker, and don’t you forget it. Much better than…” [and his ranting become incoherent at this point but sounded like – “taking car force incentive programs”]. …”Ha, Ha, Ha. Good. It’s like caffeine”

Now I am writing lines

On a scrap of paper

Donald Hall pulled over to the side of the road

When he had the image of a skeleton

Strapped in the seat of the cockpit

Of a Grumman Hellcat

Up in the vines of the New Guinea jungle

The image overpowered him as he drove

After all he said, it was an emergency

I have already written these words in the margins

Of a scrap piece of paper

It doesn’t allow me to be too free

            There isn’t enough white space

I keep running out of room

            Resorting to drawing arrows

            To show the continuity of the text

I’ll have to stop here. I have about run out of space

There is almost a full sheet of empty space

In the front of my book of Rimbaud’s works

So I shall use that instead

It’s good that it is not a library book

Traveling (and one might as well say ‘living’) turns us into creatures of hap and contingency… Things are constantly happening, but we’re in no position to judge their meaning and significance – Jonathan Raban – Driving Home, 2010 p202