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Into the brilliance

Over the last few months, my wife and I have been having a gentle, non-heated debate over where to go on a mini-vacation. Now on the surface, it would seem that I am being facetious because I am already retired. However, time is the most valuable commodity for me; less so for my wife who is years younger.

We had started planning for an excursion to northern California to visit the world-class vineyards of the Napa and Sonoma valleys, and then continue on to the Point Reyes National Seashore and the Redwood National Park further north. But the desert song called us once again, and the decision was made to bag California and head into the heart of the Navajo Indian reservation country situated in the four corners area of Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, and Colorado.

At this time of year, the air temperature in the region exceeds 100 degrees F. and the ground temps can exceed 140 degrees. This arid region is merciless and unforgiving to any travelers, native or European, and I don’t want to wait for full-tilt summer to descend with all of its roasting heat and shimmering air, when water is hard to find and wild life is shy and scarce. There, when you throw out your bedroll in the warm evening on the parched earth, you may soon be joined by scorpions on the prowl, lots of lizards, the occasional rattlesnake, and cone-nosed kissing bugs which carry the ‘impossible-to-cure’ Chagris disease, that originated near the Chagris river on the Atlantic side of Panama.

So why subject ourselves to these indignities at my advanced age? Because it is so tough, so hard a country, that I might not survive the excursion a year or two from now. As the average lifespan of a Navajo is 72.3 years, I am right on the cusp. And, I am in terrible shape compared to one of the native Americans of similar age. And yet, I must go—the Anasazi Indian ruins beckon me with mysteries of 2,000 years ago when their civilization flourished. They predate any modern tribes in the region, and many of them are claimed to be haunted by their former inhabitants. Over the years, I have spent much time exploring these ruins, and studied the undecipherable petroglyphs and pictographs that the Anasazis left in the slickrock. I still know nothing and suspect everything. So, my wife and I are prepared to welcome the brilliance of the desert sun, and the gentle hospitality of the Navajo Nation. The favorite salutation of this tribe is, ‘Walk in Beauty’, and this we shall do, unless of course, we happen upon a shape-shifting Skinwalker. Then we might run.

But, tribal elders say that these magical and horrifying beings only deal death and destruction to Navajo, Hopi, and Pueblo Indians. Europeans are reported to be ignored by them because we don’t believe. We shall see. I’ll try to continue to not believe—but, there have been times........

I am most interested in exploring the region of the Chaco Culture, because similar to Rome, all trails and pathways lead to it and pass through it. Great ceremonial walkways were cleared through hundreds of miles of desert scrub that allowed religious native pilgrims with much pomp and ceremony to converge on Chaco Canyon. And we will visit Mesa Verde, a very important cultural center further north. In between we will visit Hovenweep, Canyon de Chelly, and many ruins in tiny, hidden canyons. And, perhaps dig drinking water from a bend in a dry wash or if we are lucky, sip from a shaded pothole in the slickrock that may retain a modicum of the last rainfall in the winter season.

Image courtesy of Richard Barron.




Advice from the finish line

At my age, nearly everyone is a youngster. Somehow, I have made it to life’s finish line in one piece and not much worse for the wear. As I am now qualified to be a coach in this matter of living, here’s a little advice:

In the month of May, four trillion dollars were wiped out from the world’s equity markets. Most ordinary people are fearful of investing in stocks, and rightly so, as nearly every national economy around the world including so-called emerging markets such as Brazil, Russia, Indonesia, and China are in trouble. We all know what is happening in the Eurozone, Great Britain, and the Middle East, and the U.S. financial system is a shell of its former self. Gold has proven to be a poor investment and the prices of other so-called valuable commodities are plunging.

Formerly ‘safe’ investments such as government treasuries, preferred stocks, investment-grade corporate bonds, municipal bonds, and so forth are no longer a safe haven because this is where most folks, out of fear, have shifted their savings and retirement money, creating another potentially devastating ‘bubble’. These investments offer little or no return at present, and are extremely risky as they basically depend on a stable financial system, including solid, well-funded banks and dependable stock brokerages that provide market liquidity.

So, what can you do if you are just starting out on an independent life and looking forward to an enduring marriage with a house, children that can go to a good college and carry on, and the opportunity to retire from working at some point before you die?

The answer is simple to state, but hard to implement: Live off of your cash flows as much as humanly possible, and neither a borrower or a lender be. Stay free of debt, forget instant gratification and instead save for the things you want and need. Have a well-thought out plan for the future. While you can’t put off buying food and clothing, you can put off buying smartphones, fancy cars, designer jeans and shoes, gourmet meals from fine restaurants, rock concerts, and cable TV. None of these things are critical to your well-being and they are like vampires on your financial future prospects.

The thing is, most of these are distractions that make you feel good, feel wanted, or seem to help you be part of the ‘in crowd’. But, at the same time they diminish you as a unique person. They do not strengthen your foundation in life, do not make you closer to your loved ones and children, contribute nothing to your safety or expand your horizons.

Every decision that you make in life must be weighed in the balance. You must always examine the risk/reward ratio of every move you make, from stock market investments to the selection of friends and lovers. The era of free love and something for nothing is over. The choices you make today may well determine if you physically survive for the long term. It is far better to face an uncertain future from a position of strength than blow what you have on good times, good drugs, or gambling. Interpersonal relationships are more important than ‘things’, and anyone you let into your life must be carefully vetted.

It is not enough to be smart or well-educated nowadays. Instead of ‘Buns of steel’ you need to have ‘brains of steel’. Strength of character and the will to prevail in adversity will determine who is a ‘winner’ in life. Depend on no one except yourself, but at the same time cultivate relationships with people that are disposed to help save you if you get in trouble, and be prepared to offer the same kind of assistance in return when needed. And regarding investments, sometimes it is better to sit on the sidelines than play the game. Right now, the least risky investment will be found in dividend paying stock in selected companies that have little debt, growing sales, lots of cash on hand, and products that are best in class. And be prepared to sell them in a heartbeat if conditions change with the company or the market for its products.

Facebook Frenzy

I have been steadfast in resisting the notion that I need to use social media to promote my writing. The main reason for this is that I want to remain a private person. I see no utility in making mindless tweets to remain front and center in people’s consciousness, although I did set up a Twitter account a while ago at the urging of knowledgeable people in the publishing business. It is said to be mandatory to have both a blog and a Twitter account if you are a serious author. Ergo, I have linked my Opera blog with Twitter so that interested folks can see when I make a new blog post. Otherwise, I seldom make a tweet because it is just too narcissistic for my taste.

Now, nearly everyone I know has a Facebook page. Most of my peers use it to stay in touch with friends and family. I suspect that this is the main driver for the billion users around the world. Well, it’s not for me. I do not want my life to be a daily experience relished by total strangers, criminals, government snoops, and other misfits. If I want intimate interaction with people at a distance, I’ll call them on the phone and actually talk to them!

I have to laugh at the Facebook frenzy going on in the investment world. The company is valued at $100 Billion Dollars by the stock market (their stock is being sold to the public today), and yet they don’t have a business model for generating any revenue yet. To make matters worse, their biggest current advertiser (General Motors) just quit advertising with them because they could not find any value in continuing. And yet, stock brokers are about to sell gullible investors $100 Billion worth of hope. Well, who knows? It seemed to have worked well for President Obama. Selling hope is what got him elected.

But, I see something far more sinister in this social media craze, and it is not being arrested by the secret police. Nope, the danger we men face with Facebook and the others is a phenomena that seems to be showing up in Internet chat rooms and on Skype: Synchronized menstruation. Now, it is well-known that in some primitive societies, the ordinarily random occurrence of the menstrual cycle becomes synchronized; particularly in nomadic peoples. The ladies seem to develop an orchestrated rhythm to this natural process, and as a group adjourn to the communal Yurt to bleed and bitch to one another about their ‘loser’ husbands and boyfriends. Now, the women are able to do it on the ‘Net. At the speed of light!

Most of the guys I spoke to about this are okay with it. They would much rather discuss and bet on the outcomes of various professional team sports, or pile into a handy RV and head to the local fishing hole, than listen to their wife’s grievances. But, I am fearful that with a half-billion ladies and more coordinating their man-hate sessions globally, things don’t bode well for us in the future. Just imagine what will happen to men in the Middle East and corporate board rooms around the world where men are already losing their dominance! It’s all very frightening to me; Nearly as scary as the photos of Jane Fonda at the Cannes Film Festival that I saw this morning. She is older than I am by a few years and still looks like a 20 year-old hottie!
Source: Bauer Griffin