Happy New Year! Newsletter & Cyberflanerie

This blog posts on Mondays. As of 2019, the fifth Monday of the month, when there is one, rounds up my news plus some cyberflanerie.

Dear writerly readers, my writing assistants Uliberto Quetzalpugtl and Washingtoniana Quetzalpugalotl and I wish you a very happy, healthy, prosperous, and inspiring 2020!

RECENT PUBLICATIONS,
PODCASTS & BLOG POSTS

(I finally got an email sign-up working– it’s there on the sidebar.)

New longform essay (soon to be a podcast):

Great Power in One: Miss Charles Emily Wilson
If I do say so myself, this is my best essay of creative nonfiction to date. Dear writerly readers, over the past two decades I have published essays of creative nonfiction in some mighty fine places: Creative Nonfiction, Letras Libres, Massachusetts Review, North American Review, Southwest Review... But such was not to be the fate for “Great Power in One: Miss Charles Emily Wilson.” It ended up being what it wanted to be– too short to stand as a book, yet too long for a literary journal or magazine (to cut it down would have ruined it), so forthwith, I posted it on my blog, and also read it aloud as the Marfa Mondays Podcast #21. The podcast is currently in production; I will update this post just as soon as the podcast is live.

New book:

Meteor. My book of poetry won the Gival Press Award. Read all about it on my webpage for the book here.

Scholarly article:

John Bigelow, Jr. (1854-1936), who served as an officer in the Indian Wars and went on to become a military intellectual of distinction, will be accompanying me in my memoir of Far West Texas, in a manner of speaking. I do not usually write scholarly articles all a-bristle with footnotes, but for him I did: John Bigelow, Jr.: Officer in the Tenth U.S. Cavalry, Military Intellectual, and Nexus Between the West and the Eastern Establishment, Journal of Big Bend Studies, 2018 (actually came out in 2019). This month, December 2019, I finally made it to the US Military Academy’s archive in West Point, NY to delve into his diaries. I’ll have something to say about some of those curiously fun pages in a later post.

From a Frederic Remington illustration in John Bigelow Jr.’s collected articles,
On the Bloody Trail of Geronimo.

New short story:

“What Happened to the Dog?” was wicked fun to write, and to type! The idea was to write a story about a typewriter set in the far future, and then actually type it on a typewriter for Escapements: Typewritten Tales from Post-Digital Worlds, edited by Richard Polt, Frederic S. Durbin, and Andrew V. McFeeters.


New translation:

My translation of “La tía,” as ,“The Aunt” by Mexican writer Rosemary Salum appeared in Catamaran Literary Review. To date several of my translations of Salum’s stories from her collection The Water that Rocks the Silence, all set in the Middle East, have appeared in Catamaran Literary Review and Origins.


Selected favorite Madam Mayo posts in 2019:

Lonn Taylor (1940-2019) and Don Graham (1940-2019),
Giants Among Texas Literati

Who Was B. Traven? Timothy Heyman on the Triumph of Traven

From the B. Traven Conferences in Berlin / Plus Cyberflanerie

Top 12+ Books Read 2019

Selected workshop posts
(workshop posts every second Monday of the month)

It Can Be Done! This Writer’s Distraction Free Smartphone 

Überly Fab Fashion Blogger Melanie Kobayashi’s “Bag and a Beret” (Further Notes on Reading as a Writer)

Using Imagery (The “Metaphor Stuff”)

A Working Library: Further Notes & Tips for Writers of Historical Fiction, Historians, Biographers & etc.

AWP 2019 (Think No One is Reading Books and Litmags Anymore?)

Q & As:

For an eon I’ve been posting occasional Q & As with fellow writers here at Madam Mayo, but in 2019 I started posting a Q & A every fourth Monday of the month. Among the Q & As for this year, poets: Diana Anhalt; Barbara Crooker; W. Nick Hill; Joseph Hutchison; an essayist, Bruce Berger (also a noted poet); novelists Eric Barnes; Clifford Garstang; Donna Baier Stein; Sergio Troncoso; historian David A. Taylor; and literary translator Ellen Cassedy. Each has fascinating things to say about their work, and also on maintaining and nurturing their creative process in the whirl of the Digital Revolution.

UPCOMING WORKSHOPS

Zip! This winter 2020 I’ll be working on my book about Far West Texas. (Stay tuned for more of the related “Marfa Mondays” podcasts, which you can listen into anytime for free here.) Nonetheless, I will continue offering a post for my writing workshop students and anyone else interested in creative writing on the second Monday of every month throughout 2020.

P.S. Check out the substantial archive of workshop posts here.

CYBERFLANERIE

Listen in to Chris Alvarez’s “War Scholar” podcast interview with Mark Santiago about his excellent new book, A Bad Peace and a Good War.

A crunchy addition to the podcastosphere: Lisa Napoli’s podcast for Biographer’s International.

In case you might have been feeling a bit old fogeyx: David Bowles explains that “Latinx” thing (and how to pronounce it)

Lost chapter of world’s first novel found in Japanese storeroom

“Extraordinary” 500-year-old library catalogue reveals books lost to time

Most unusual! Zack Rogow on Michael Field: The Work and Lives of a Victorian Poet

Listen in to Cal Newport and James Clear getting nerdy about attentional awareness.

Listen in to William Reese’s lecture for Rare Books School

Mexico City-based writer Dorothy Walton’s essay “Funeral for a Tree”

Writers looking to get published, take special note: Allison Joseph’s long-time Creative Writers Opps listerserv is now a blog.

Madam Mayo in 2020

Madam Mayo blog posts on Mondays. As in 2019, in 2020 the second Monday of the month will be dedicated to my creative writing students and anyone else interested in creative writing, and the fourth Monday to a Q & A with a fellow writer. A fifth Monday, when there is one, will offer my newsletter and cyberflanerie. Bookmark this page or, better yet, sign up for new posts by email– right there on the sidebar.

More next Monday.

From the Typosphere: “Bank”

Decluttering a Library

Peyote and the Perfect You

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Cyberflanerie: Bill Cunningham, Brattlecast, Rudy Rucker, Sturmfrei & More

As of 2019, when there is one, the fifth Monday of the month rounds up some cyberflanerie.

Enchanting: Bill Cunningham’s memoir, Fashion Climbing. I’ll be posting more about this splendid work anon.

Brattlecast: Podcast from one of the oldest antiquarian bookstores in the US.

Bemusing: Rudy Rucker’s trailer for his new novel, Million Mile Road Trip.

Hilarious: Easy German talks to Berliners about the untranslatable word “Sturmfrei.” (go direct to 1:20)

Notable: Whitney Fishburn, Washington DC-based journalist and critic, has just launched docu-mental. And she continues writing a monthly column for the Writer’s Center.

Back blogging: Deborah Batterman.

New book out: Eric D. Goodman writes, “This October, Loyola’s Apprentice House Press is publishing my novel, Setting the Family Tree... [I]t follows a private reserve of exotic animals as they are released into the community.”

B. Traven Conferences in Berlin, Plus Cyberflanerie

From the Typosphere: “Bank”

Cymru & Comanche: Cyberflanerie

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August From the Archives: “12 Tips for Summer Day Hiking in the Desert (How to Stay Cool and Avoid Actinic Keratosis, Blood, and Killer Bees)”

August 2019 finds me on vacation. Nonetheless, each Monday this month I will be offering posts from the archive (as usual, look for a workshop post on the second Monday, Q & A with a fellow writer on the fourth Monday).

12 Tips for Summer Day Hiking in the Desert
(How to Stay Cool and Avoid Actinic Keratosis,
Blood, and Killer Bees)

Originally posted at Madam Mayo blog, September 8, 2014

C’est moi on (whew) August 30, 2014 at Meyers Spring, an important rock art site of the Lower Pecos, on the US-Mexico border near Dryden, Texas. As you can see, in my left hand, I am carrying a white umbrella. So I didn’t need the hat. And that black backpack wasn’t the best idea. I also should have worn a lightweight bandana. Oh, and more sunblock. Always more sunblock. The long-sleeved white shirt and hiking trousers were both excellent choices, however.

Just returned from hiking with the Rock Art Foundation in to see the spectacular rock art at Meyers Spring in the Lower Pecos of Far West Texas (yes, there will be a podcast in the Marfa Mondays Podcasting Project, in which I exploring the Big Bend & Beyond in 24 podcasts. More about that anon). 

UPDATE: Listen in to the podcast interview recorded at Meyers Springs, “Gifts of the Ancient Ones: Greg Williams on the Rock Art of the Lower Pecos Canyonlands”

I got a few things very right on this trip and a few things, well, I could have done better. Herewith, for you, and for me– this will serve as my own checklist for my next rock art foray– 12 tips for summer day hiking in the desert:


1. Don’t just bring water, lots of water, more water than you think you can possibly drink– bring it cold and keep it cold.

Everest Lumbar Waistpack

Of course, not drinking enough water can be seriously dangerous. But warm water when it’s this hot is just bleh–and if you’re carrying a plain old plastic water bottle in your hand, out here in Texas, boy howdy… (Last year, I hiked this way over Burro Mesa in the Big Bend National Park. Six hours. Head-slapper.) 

The thing is, you don’t just want to hydrate; you want to keep your core from overheating, so every swig of cold water really helps. Before heading out, fill your insulated water bottles with lots of ice. In your car, keep them in an ice chest or, if that’s not possible, wrapped in a blanket, or whatever’s handy, until the moment you have to take them out. I did this for the first time, and wow, what a difference. 

> Recommended: Camelback lightweight insulated water bottle

> Recommended: Everest lumbar waist pack that holds two bottles (and carry a third in-hand).

2. Slather on the sunblock.

Yes, sun block stinks and feels gross, but if you’re like me — a descendant of those who once roamed the foggy bogs of the British Isles– if you don’t, you may end up helping your dermatologist buy his ski condo. And no, he probably won’t invite you.

> Watch this fun video, “How the Sun Sees You.”

> For those with actinic keratosis (that’s the fancy term for seriously sun-damaged skin), try Perrin’s Blend. If that doesn’t work, off to the dermatologist you must go. 

> Here’s how a bald guy, Tony Overbay, dealt with actinic keratosis using the latest in dermatologist-recommended chemotherapy (uyy, I am hoping my Perrin’s Blend works…)

>Recommended: Whole Foods article on how to choose the best sunscreen.

3. Wear a long sleeved white collared shirt.


This protects you against the sun, keeps you cool (the white reflects the sun), protects you from bug bites and scratches. Light clothes always beat dark! Flip the collar up to protect your neck. About scratches: the desert tends to be filled with cactus and thorny scrub. 

4. Knot a light-colored scarf around your throat.


This protects you from the sun. A bandana works fine. Mike Clelland (more about the guru in a moment) suggests cutting the bandana in two, so it’s lighter. Porquoi pas? But I didn’t do this. Alas. Bring on the Perrin’s.

5. Wear tough but lightweight trekking trousers.


For the same reason you want to wear the long-sleeved white shirt: trousers protect your body parts, in this case, calves and knees, from sun, scratches, and bugs. Do not wear shorts unless, for some reason you probably should be working on with your psychiatrist, you don’t mind scarring and blood. 

And do not wear jeans. I repeat, do not wear jeans. 

> Recommended: Northface trekking convertible trousers

6. Keep your pack as light as possible, in both senses.


Hey, you’ve not only gotta stay cool, but you’ve gotta hump all that water! 

A few specifics:

> Use a lightweight pack and carry it on your hips, rather than the flat of your back (see photo of lumbar waist pack above). This helps keep your back cool. But I don’t speak from experience on this one: I’m going to try this for next time.

> Carry lightweight insulated water bottles.

> Ditch the hat and ditch the heavy hiking boots (more about that below. There are, of course, other places and times when a hat and hiking books would be advisable).

> Skip the camera or use a lightweight camera (I use my iPhone).

> Eat a light breakfast and bring only a little food– since this is a day hike, you can eat a big dinner when you get back. But you will need sustenance on the trail. I recommend date, fruit and nut bars– love those Lara bars— that is, food that is high in energy but won’t spoil in the heat, and that doesn’t require any dishes or utensils. Don’t bring anything with chocolate in it. (I brought a Snicker’s bar. Ooey… gooey.)

>Bring a white plastic grocery bag and use it to cover your pack. Two advantages: the white reflects sunlight and keeps it cooler than, say, an unprotected black or other dark-colored pack, and, in case of rain, will help keep it dry. 

> Highly recommended: Mike Clelland’s Ultralight Backpackin’ Tips, a superb resource for keeping it lighter-than-light, yet making sure to bring what you need for comfort and safety. 


> And be sure to visit Clelland’s blog for many helpful videos and more.

7. Watch out for killer bees!


Africanized bees have arrived in some desert locales north of the Mexican border. What do bees want? Sweet things and water. So don’t carry around open cans or bottles or suddenly pick up open cans or bottles– bees may smell the water or soft drink from afar, crawl inside, and then, if you do anything they don’t like, such as pick up that can, they will go bezerk, and call in their buddies who will also go bezerk and might sting you hundreds of times. 

No kidding, people and animals have died from killer bee attacks. 

So be especially careful around any blooming plants where bees might be feeding. Ditto any open water, such as a tank, spring, or any puddle. And whatever you do, if you see a hive, don’t go anywhere near it. Normal honey bees, however, are not a problem. Unless you have a severe allergy, a few stings might actually be good for you! (Read more about bee sting therapy on the Apitherapy Association webpage). Your real problem is, it’s hard to tell the killers from the honeys until they attack. 

8. Wear gaiters.

I followed Mike Clelland’s tip and bought a pair from Dirty Girl Gaiters (they’re for guys, too). They weigh about as much as a feather, they’re easy to attach to your lace-up running shoes and indeed, they keep the dust out. 

Their biggest advantage is that you can therefore avoid wearing those ankle-high and heavy hiking boots. You’ll exert yourself less and therefore, on the margin, stay cooler. (I’ll admit however that on this last hike, a loose ball of bubble-gum cactus went right through the gaiters and stabbed me in the ankle. Oh well!)

www.dirtygirlgaiters.com

9. Forget the hat and trekking pole; use a white umbrella.


Really! Who cares if it looks nerdy? It’s nerdier to pass out from  heat stroke or end up looking like a tomato. So let those guys in jeans, black T-shirts, and baseball caps cackle all they want, as they sweat & burn & chafe. 

The white umbrella protects you from sun and the rain and– crucially– helps keep your head cool. A hat will trap heat on your head– not what you want out here. Plus, in a tight spot, you can also use the umbrella as a trekking pole. Added bonus: scares mountain lions. I would think. Don’t take my word for that, however. Also good, once folded, to toss a rattlesnake or tarantula. Not that I’ve had to do that, either. Just saying.

Golight Chrome Dome Trekking Umbrella

Francis Tapon on Why Go Hiking with an Umbrella

Cootie alert! But this white cotton parasol worked for me.

10. To avoid chafing, first apply an anti-chafe roll-on or cream.

Fortunately for me, I don’t have this problem, but a lot of people do. Why suffer?

> See Top Chafing Prevention Products

11.  Take it slow and rest often.

In shade, if possible. (Oh, right, you have your umbrella!)

12. In your car, leave a reflector open on your car’s dashboard and another over your stash of cold water.

If you’ve had to park outside, after a day of baking out in the desert, it’s going to be an authentic Finnish sauna in there– unless you use a dashboard reflector. In which case it will still be a chocolate-bar-melting warm, but infinitely more bearable. I picked up my pair of dashboard reflectors at Walgreen’s for $3.99 each and I was glad indeed that I did. Certainly, you could also just use ye olde roll of aluminum foil.

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Notes on Tom Lea and His Epic Masterpiece of a Western, 
The Wonderful Country

Podcast: Cynthia McAllister with the Buzz on the Bees

Great Power in One: Miss Emily Wilson

From the B. Traven Conferences in Berlin / Plus Cyberflanerie

Back in May of this year I posted on the historic conferences in Berlin about the work and the true identity of the naturalized Mexican novelist B. Traven. Traven was the author of a long list of best-selling novels, best known among them, The Death Ship and The Treasure of the Sierra Madre.

The Treasure of the Sierra Madre is one of B. Traven’s best-known novels. It was made into a movie starring Humphrey Bogart.
The postcard from the B. Traven conference in the Mexican Embassy in Berlin. My translation: “It is not I who am important, but my work.”
Reverse side of the postcard with schedule and participants.

Herewith, a few more photos:

Susana Garduño, director of the Mexican Cultural Institute in Germany, interviews B. Traven’s stepdaughter, Malú Montes de Oca de Heyman.
Tim Heyman, co-director with his wife Malú Montes de Oca de Heyman of the B. Traven Estate, delivers his keynote speech about B. Traven’s origins.
Third from left is Adriana Haro-Luviano de Rall, UNAM-Alemania; second from right is Andreas Rosenfelder, Chief Cultural Editor, Welt.

The following day another conference was held in Brecht-Haus (the former home of Berthold Brecht) in East Berlin.

As I was leaving Berlin, a friend gave me a copy of this beautiful and unusual and highly detailed German language graphic biography of B. Traven, Portrait eines Beruhmten Unbekannten (Portrait of a Famous Unknown):

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UPDATE October 19, 2020: You can now read the English original of this essay as a guest blog post: “Traven’s Triumph” by Timothy Heyman.

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Plus…

CYBERFLANERIE

Something I happened upon a ways south of Berlin thereafter. My translati0n: “Reality is for those who cannot abide their dreams.”

My esteemed amigo Bruce Berger’s A Desert Harvest, just out from Farrar, Strauss & Giroux, is sublime– and wickedly funny. Stay tuned for a Q & A.

Highly recommended also by my writing assistant. He claims this book tastes cactusy.

The brilliant Patricia Dubrava has translated the also brilliant Agustín Cadena’s flash fiction “Black Magic” in Lunch Ticket.

The Kindle edition of Mikel Miller’s mind-boogie anthology of English-language writing about Mexico (which includes something of mine), Mexico: Sunlight and Shadows, is on-sale for a ridiculous 99 cents.

Writerly Tools Nerd Alert: Moose Designs is Kickstarting their second iteration of the private workstation bag. If you have to work on your laptop on a crowded plane or train, this is a sanity-saver. (I have no relationship with Moose Designs; I am simply a delighted customer– I have their first version of the workstation bag. More about writerly tools here and here and here.)

(How did I miss this?) Cal Newport on Sunday ritual.

Grace Cavalieri included my book Meteor in her review of poetry for Washington Independent Books: July 2019 Exemplars.

“Especially memorable in this candid energetic book is a sequence of poems (Section ll) ‘Davy & Me.’ They capture the mysterious rapture of comradeship that’s seldom been described better.”

Fave German Lesson, German with Jenny and Snoopy and Minou:

“What Happened to the Dog?” A Story About a Typewriter, Actually, Typed on a 1967 Hermes 3000

Cymru & Comanche: Cyberflanerie

Podcast: A Conversation with Edward Swift

Michael F. Suarez’s Ted Talk “Glorious Bookishness: Learning Anew in the Material World” / Plus, From the Archives: “Translating Across the (US-Mexico) Border”

My favorite rare book historian Michael F. Suarez, SJ gives this excellent talk for TEDxCharlotteville:

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AND FROM THE MADAM MAYO ARCHIVES…

Poco a poco (bit by bit), since January of this year I have been migrating selected and updated posts from Madam Mayo’s original Google Blogger platform to self-hosted WordPress here at www.madam-mayo.com. Madam Mayo goes all the way back to the Cambrianesquely Blogasonic Explosion, I mean, um, 2006… This past week I’ve worked a bit on the translation posts, among them:

TRANSLATING ACROSS THE BORDER
Originally posted October 29, 2015
Edited Transcript of a Talk by C.M. Mayo
at the annual conference of the
American Literary Translators Association (ALTA)

Muchísimas gracias, Mark Weiss, and thank you also to my fellow panelists, it is an honor to sit on this dias with you. Thank you all for coming. It is especially apt to be talking about translating Mexican writing here, a jog from the Mexican border, in Tucson—or Tuk-son as the Mexicans pronounce it.

I grew up in Northern California and was educated in various places but mainly the University of Chicago. As far as Mexico went, until I was in my mid-twenties, I had absorbed, to use historian John Tutino’s term, the “enduring presumptions.” Translation: I had zero interest in Mexico.

You know that old saying, if you want to make God laugh, tell her your plans?

>>CONTINUE READING THIS POST

Q & A: W. Nick Hill on Sleight Work and Mucho Más

Top 10 Books Read 2018

Reading Mexico: Recommendations for an English-Language Book Club of Extra-Curious and Adventurous Readers

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“The Typewriter Manifesto” by Richard Polt, Plus Cyberflanerie on Technology

Viva, Richard Polt! He says that if you send him your address he will send you this postcard.

One of the themes in my work-in-progress on Far West Texas is the nature and pervasive influence of technology, especially digital technology– but also other kinds of industrial and military technology.

So what’s with the typewriter poem? The poem pictured above, “The Typewriter Manifesto,” is by philosophy professor Richard Polt. I’m a big fan of his blog and his book, The Typewriter Revolution.

My 56 year-old Hermes 3000
works fine, no need to update the OX! (Yes, ribbons are easy to score on eBay).

Nope, I am not a Luddite, but yep, I use a typewriter on occasion. When needed, I also use a Zassenhaus kitchen timer, a 30 year-old finance-nerd calculator (I used to be a finance nerd), and a battery-operated alarm clock. Yes, I know there are apps for all of those, and yes, I actually have downloaded and previously used all those apps on my smartphone but, e-NUFFF with the digital! Too many hours of my day are already in thrall to my laptop, writing on WORD or blogging, emailing, podcasting, maintaining my website, surfing (other blogs, mainly, and newspapers, plus occasional podcasts and videos), and once in a purple moon, making videos. Most days my iPhone stays in its drawer, battery dead, and I like it that way.

But kiddos, this not a writer-from-an-older-generation-resisting-innovation thing. Back when I was avid to adopt new technology. I had a cell phone when they were the size and shape and weight of a brick. I started my website in 1999! I bought the first Kindle model, and the first iPad model. I was one of the first writers to make my own Kindle editions (check out my latest). I started podcasting in 2010. I even spent oodles more time than I should have figuring out the bell-and-whistles of iTunes’ iBook Author app… and so on and so forth.

From Charles Melville Scammon’s “California Grays Among the Ice” Whales! Magnificent outside! Digestive juices inside!

In short, with technology, especially anything having to do with writing and publishing, I dove right into the deep end… and I have seen the whale. And it was not, is not, and will not be on my schedule to get swallowed whole.

(My schedule, by the way, is on my Filofax, a paper-based system, and paper-based for good reason.)

P.S. Ye olde “Thirty Deadly Effective Ways to Free Up Bits, Drips & Gimungously Vast Swaths of Time for Writing.” I hereby remind myself to take my own advice.

CYBERFLANERIE ON TECHNOLOGY

Richard Polt’s NYT Op-Ed “Anything But Human”

Mark Blitz explains Martin Heidegger on technology.

(The original pretzel-brain inducing essay by Heidegger, “The Question Concerning Technology,” with its handful of profound points coccooned within copious noodathipious deustcher Philosophieprofessor flooflemoofle, is here.)

On the express elevator to the top of my To Read tower: Richard Polt’s Heidegger: A Introduction

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Recommended reading on technology:

E.M. Forster “The Machine Stops”

Kevin Kelly’s What Technology Wants

Jaron Lanier’s You Are Not a Gadget

Dmitry Orlov’s Shrinking the Technosphere

Ted Koppel’s Lights Out

Matthew Crawford’s The World Beyond Your Head

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For those who can handle an esoteric discussion on technology without firecrackers going off in their wig, there is Dr. John C. Lilly:

S.J. Kerrigan on Lilly and the Solid State Entity

S.J. Kerrigan’s documentary John C. Lilly and the Solid State Entity

And here is the Lilly interview with Jeffrey Mishlove, for “Thinking Allowed” (the one where Dr. Lilly wears his earrings and Davy Crockett hat). Um, you will not eat your popcorn during this one.

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Delighted to have surfed upon Tadeuz Patzek’s blog, LifeItself. Patzek is a professor of petroleum engineering, recently chair of the department at University Texas Austin. He is co-author with Joseph A. Tainter of Drilling Down. I read Drilling Down on Kindle this week, then bought the paperback to read it again.

Brief interview with Professor Patzek:

See also the Texas Observer interview with Professor Patzek.

And here is what Patzek has to say about agrofuels in a long and extra crunchy lecture.

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Nearing the tippy top of the “To Read” pile:

Philip Mirowski’s More Heat Than Light: Economics of Social Physics

Douglas Rushkoff’s Throwing Rocks at the Google Bus

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Nearing to the top of the “To Listen” list:

Douglas Rushkoff’s Team Human Podcast

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A FINTECH NOTE-OID ON NACTEDAs

As for financial technology, “A Letter to Jamie Dimon” by Adam Ludwin is best thing I have seen to date on cryptocurrencies.

Ludwin’s second most interesting quote:

“Cryptocurrencies are a new asset class that enable decentralized applications.

In other words, “cryptocurrencies” are not currencies as we know them. “Crypto” is too sexy a word for what these actually are. So let’s call these puppies NACTEDAs. Rhymes with “rutabagas.”

Ludwin’s most interesting quote? Buried deep in the middle of his explanation of the nature of NACTEDAs is this colorful explanation of how NACTEDAs are generated or “mined”:

“Now we need an actual contest… On your mark, get set: find a random number generated by the network! The number is really, really hard to find So hard that the only way to find it is to use tons of processing power and burn through electricity. It’s a computing version of what Veruca Salt made her dad and his poor factory workers do in Willy Wonka. A brute force search for a golden ticket (or in this case, a golden number).”

This is not a point Ludwin makes (he sails on, with utter nonchalance): It is just a question of time– maybe a loooooooong time, albeit perchance a seemingly out-of-nowhere-pile-on-Harvey-Weinstein moment– until people recognize the environmental and social justice implications of such extravagant electricity use for generating NACTEDAs.

Can you say, opportunity cost?

As it stands, most people don’t or don’t want to grok where the magic invisible elixir that always seems to be there at the flip of a switch actually comes from…. which is, uh, usually… and overwhelmingly… coal. And neither do they grok that this flow of power is not never-ending, but a utility that can be cut off. Ye olde winter storm can do it for a day or so. More ominously, the grid itself can fail for lack of maintenance, or any one of one a goodly number of events– it need not necessarily be some cinematically apocalyptic cyberattack or epic solar flare. Can you say Puerto Rico. Can you say Mexico City after the earthquake. Can you say what happens when you don’t pay your bill. Or if the electrical company makes a mistrake. Lalalalala.

In any event, I wouldn’t recommend a camping vacation on some random mountaintop in West Virginia any time for… the rest of your life.

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And herewith, hat tip to Root Simple, Lloyd Kahn demonstrates his low-tech dishwashing method. The duck part at the end is charmingly weird.

“Round N Round” on the 1963 Hermes Baby

It Can Be Done! This Writer’s Distraction Free Smartphone
(Plus an App Evaluation Flowchart to Tailor-Make Your Own
)

Notes on Wolfgang Schivelbusch’s The Railway Journey: The Industrialization of Time and Space in the Nineteenth Century

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Cymru & Comanche: Cyberflanerie

So “Cymru,” the name for Wales in the Welsh language, is pronounced kum-ree. (Whodathunk?)


I have finished reading the excellent albeit doorstop-esque The Last of the Celts by Marcus Tanner. If you have been following this blog, you know that I am at work on a book about Far West Texas, so you might be wondering, why the interest in the Celts? Of course, many Texans are descendants of Celts– Scottish, Welsh, and Irish, above all. 

But it’s more than this.

Sometimes one’s thinking, stuck in a cultural rut, needs to unlimber.  Reading into deep and/or lateral history gives one a freshly off-kilter look at what it means to be human, and it highlights forgotten or overlooked connections among now diverse peoples. Such as among, oh, say, Texians and Comanches.

(If you’re not familar with the term Texian, the Texas State Historical Association defines it thus: “[G]enerally used to apply to a citizen of the Anglo-American section of the province of Coahuila and Texas or of the Republic of Texas… As President of of the Republic, Mirabeau B. Lamar used the term to foster nationalism… In general usage after annexation [to the United States] Texan replaced Texian.” As you might guess, Texians and Comanches did not sit around the campfires together singing the 19th century equivalent of “Kumbaya.”) 

I’ve been reading piles of books on Texas. So much of this literature tends to fall into broadly categorizing people– e.g., “Anglos” over here, “Spanish” or “Mexican” or “Tejano” or “Native American” or there. Or, for that matter, “white” or “black.” Such categorizations might be convenient, and I grant, at times necessary for some modicum of understanding, but in fact, many individuals’ ancestries and cultural identities are not so simple, nor is there anywhere near as much uniformity within such categories as many authors assume, or seem to imagine. (I was born in Texas but I did not grow up there. I still find peculiar the Texan notion of  “Anglo” someone who might as easily be of English as of French, Czech, or, say, Irish extraction.)

Similarly, much of the literature on Mexico, whether in English or Spanish, discusses mestizaje as if the only mix were of Spanish and indigenous. But in fact, many Mexicans, like many Mexican Americans, for that matter, are part African, part Arab, Chinese, Russian, Swedish, Irish, you-name-it. (See also the preface to my anthology, Mexico: A Traveler’s Literary Companion.)

A Record of the Bodurtha Family. I trace my line back to Reice Bodhurtha via my great great great grandmother, Lucy Morris Pope.

My own ancestry is a mix of Irish, Scottish, English, German, plus a sprinkling of Welsh– in other words, plenty of Celt in there. (For those of you new to this blog, in case you were wondering, why my interest in Texas, Mexico, and the US-Mexico  border? I have been married to a Mexican and living in Mexico City for nearly 30 years, and I was born on the border, in El Paso, Texas.)

As far as I know, my own bit of Cymru goes back to a great-great-great-etc-etc-etc-great grandfather, one Reice Bodurtha, a founder of the Agawam Plantation (now Springfield), a Puritan colony in Massachusetts in the 1600s. (Not the Mayflower, but close! Not that I put too much stock in this sort of thing. Going back that many generations, say, twelve, to get to Reice Bodhurtha, we’re talking about a few thousand direct ancestors. The numbers of ancestors double with each generation back. Do the math– and keep your sombrero on: just about everyone alive today of European descent may be descended from Charlemagne!)

Reading The Last of the Celts inspired me consider connections in unlikely directions. One example: The story of indigenous peoples in Texas is a tragedy of extinction by disease, extermination in some instances, and finally, in the wake of the US Civil War, U.S. Army-directed conquest and removal to reservations in Arizona or Oklahoma. Strange but true to say, there are some– I say only some– parallels in the ancient and not-so-ancient world of the Celts, for over the centuries, they were pushed out by the dominant cultures to the edges of the European Continent and the British isles– and beyond, to Iceland (yes, Icelanders have a lot of Celt in them) and the Americas— and you betcha, that includes the Great State of Texas.

Then, under the sway of another dominant culture, there comes the loss of languages. As Tanner recounts, on the Celtic fringe, as increasing numbers of younger people preferred to communicate in English, indigenous languages began to degrade and then disappear as a living language. As for the medley of Celtic languages once spoken in Europe– Breton, Cornish, Irish, Manx, Scottish Gaelic, and Welsh– with the exception of the latter, all have disappeared or become for the most part relics, mainly used for a few phrases sung or recited for special occasions. Marcus Tanner’s The Last of the Celts recounts many a sad story.

And this is a story similar to that of the multitude of indigenous languages once spoken in Texas, including Comanche, or Numu Tekwapu, an Uto-Aztecan language. According to Omniglot.com, Numu Tekwapu is still spoken by several hundred mostly elderly Comanche.

Apropos of Comanche, or  NɄMɄ TEKWAPɄa few links and videos:

> Comanchelanguage.org

> The Comanche Code Talkers of World War II by William C. Meadows

> The Comanche National Museum and Cultural Center in Lawton, Oklahoma


How to say “I love you” in Comanche:

Comanche National Museum Dance Demonstration:

Book review: The Comanche Empire by Pekka Hämäläinen

Apropos of Cymru:

The Widders with the Druids– interestingly, this is a traditional Welsh border area dance with much in common with the Matachines, which I have seen in Mexico. (No Welsh spoken– or I didn’t catch it…) Things get interesting at about one minute in:

If you’re not familiar with Matachines, have a look:

> Bodacious 360 view of some Widders— looking like they’re ready for some Comanches! 

What does the Welsh language sound like?

Diana, Princess of Wales, offers a token phrase of Welsh in her first public speech at 1:30:

The title of the following video is “Cymry enwog a phroffesiynol yn sôn am sut mae’r Gymraeg yn allweddol i lwyddiant eu gyrfa neu fusnes. Famous and professional Welsh speakers talk about how the Welsh language has been key to their career or business success.”

It is an uncanny experience to listen to people speak a language that my ancestors must have spoken, and yet I do not understand a word of it.

P.S. Wee synchronicity du jour: The Big White Guy of Agawam has a cousin: Texas’ Second Amendment Cowboy.

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Top 13 Trailers for Movies with Extra-Astral Texiness

Extra-Astral Texiness. First, what do I mean by “astral”? I don’t mean “of the stars,” but the old-fashioned esoteric concept of the imaginal realm. Yes, I am a mite old-fashioned, and apropos of my most recent book, about the secret book by the leader of Mexico’s 1910 Revolution, I plowed through a sizable library of antique tomes on various aspects of the astral. So that’s a word I like to sling around!

Whether you believe in the astral or not, I think you will agree that (1) everyone has an imagination and (2) the imaginal realm, aka the astral– or whatever you have a notion to call it– includes works of fiction and movies. Imagine those works, if you will, floating like little bubbles through the ether. (Well, porquoi pas?) Or big baggy-wobbly monsters– (duck, here comes War and Peace...)

Speaking of Texas-sized astral bubblies, apropos of my book in-progress about Far West Texas, of course my horse (as they say in Mexico) I have a long list of “to dos” that includes grokking Giant, the Rock Hudson-Elizabeth Taylor-James Dean mashup filmed in Marfa and parts thereabouts. I have watched it and read the Edna Ferber novel it was based on, too. And now I’ve finished reading Don Graham’s Cowboys and Cadillacs: How Hollywood Looks at Texas, in which I first came across the term “Texiness.” Writes Graham:

“The Texas Chic-urban cowboy version of the old Western legend offered a sexier version of Texas. Call it Texiness. Frontier values, however romanticized they might have been in Red River or Giant, were supplanted by fashion value, by hype.” (p.6)

I hereby redefine “Texiness”:

I say all that hyper-appealing high-heeled cowboy boot clickin’ movie fah-shun goes back to Giant’s Rock Hudson and James Dean, and indeed, decades yonder: the Founding Pope of that Whole Hamburger-Helper Enchilada was John Wayne. And a big tip of the sombrero (along with a shake of the pepper flakes), to Italian director Sergio Leone for corralling Clint Eastwood. (Maestro of the concept, Leone himself was definitely not Texi.)

(Film historians: sorry, Tom Mix looks pasty-faced and nerdy, and antiques including Gene Autrey and Roy Rogers don’t count. Nope, movies based on Karl May and Louis L’Amour novels and Buffalo Bill shows neither.)

In The Air-conditioned House of Mirrors

If you’re at all familiar with my work on Mexico, you know that I like to take cliches, stuff them in a cannon, and light the fuse. That this “Texiness” stuff exemplifies the real world of Texas…. let’s just say I am preparing to launch that idea, along with its ostrich-leather Luccheses, into orbit around, say, one of the moons of Neptune.

Says Graham, and rightly: “Texans have two pasts: the one they lived in and the one Hollywood created.”

What I’m saying is, Astral Texas isn’t Texas, exactly; it’s a bunch of fancies about “Texas” concocted by a jostling Chinese puzzle of a crowd of screenwriters, novelists, costume designers, executives, and bean-counters of all stripes, many of them New Yorkers, or Danes or Germans or Italians or whatever, who aimed to put butts in seats from Rome to Tokyo and all parts in between, or, to put it in more elegant terms, sell their product, which was international entertainment. The Alice-in-Wonderland thing about it is that Texans watched those movies too, with consequences for their ideas about themselves– or at least concepts of fashion.

(Yes, the house of mirrors goes back to Zane Gray dime novels. Who was Zane Grey? Never mind. He’s hanging out with Mr Mix & Co. in the astral.)

Ten Tropes in Pictures Drippin’ with Astral Texiness

1. The leading character is a man of apparent western European descent who wears dusty boots, a hat, and more often than not a pistol and holster on a second belt slung around the hips;

2. He has a languid gait;

3. He squints a lot and says little;

4. With counted exceptions he and other leading characters are of reproductive age, and any leading female characters are of prime reproductive age;

5. Frequent sudden loud noises (mainly from gunshots but also oil gushers, cars exploding, cannon blasts, dynamite, galloping, train whistles, and miscellaneous ferocious banging);

6. There may be guitar music, preferably languid but with some loud banging;

7. Multitudinous scenes of extreme physical peril (enhanced by frequent and sudden loud noises);

8. Ditto extreme emotional peril;

9. Ditto super fast motion (on horses, in cars, on planes and/or trains);

10. Characters not of apparent western European descent may or may not be played by Jewish or Italian actors and with counted exceptions, said characters are helpless victims, cyphers, comic relief, or else very bad. 

(My actual experience of non-astral Texas is that it involves highways where drivers generally stay within the speed limits and there are lots of exits to lots of shopping malls. On the Texas highways, even in Far West Texas, it is always possible within about an hour to find either a gas station with hot coffee and Snickers bars and/or a Dairy Queen and/or a McDonald’s. As for all them guns, I’ve spent a lot of time in Far West Texas over the past few years and the one and only occasion anyone took out their gun was when, on a private ranch, after touring some rock art, a lawyer and a professor of medieval history commenced popping targets from the back porch. The BBQ expert I interviewed in Pecos carried a pistol in a holster, but that was because he was also the sheriff. Last I checked, among sheriffs that practice is not exclusive to those of the great state of Texas.)

Herewith, in chronological order, my top bakers dozen of trailers for movies with Extra-Astral Texiness. (I’m not necessarily recommending these; just pointing out a characteristic.)

1. Giant (1956)

James Dean steals the show. Based on Edna Ferber’s novel, Giant. Ferber was born in Kalamazoo, Michigan and was a long-time resident of New York City’s Park Avenue.

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2. The Searchers (1956)

John Wayne versus the Comanches with the incongruous albeit magnificent scenery of Arizona, California, Canada, and Utah. Loosely based on a novel by Indiana native Alan LeMay which was in turn loosely based on the true story of Cynthia Ann Parker, who was captured by Comanches in Texas.

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3. The Alamo (1960)

John Wayne as Davy Crockett. Do not have a mouthful of popcorn in process when he tells his Mexican sweetheart, “There’s right and there’s wrong, you got to do one or the other. You do the one and you’re living. You do the other and you’re walking around but you’re dead as a beaver hat.” Filmed in Brackettville, Texas.

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4. The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962)

Another shoot ’em up directed by John Ford, starring John Wayne (very Extra-Astral Texi), James Stewart (not Texi) and Lee Marvin (eww).

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5. Hud (1963)

An actor’s actor Paul Newman was, though Millennials know him better as that old gent who, though passed away, still lends his name and handsome visage to the Newman’s Own brand of salad dressings and dog food. As the bully Adonis Hud, Newman exudes Extra-Astral Texiness in the extreme. Based on Larry McMurtry’s novel Horseman, Pass By.

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6. The Sons of Katie Elder (1965)

“Four brothers who met gunfire with gunfire!” More John Waynerie.

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7. A Fistful of Dollars (1964)

“The man with no name: Danger fits him like tight black glove.” Not lacking for firearms! The first Sergio Leone “spaghetti western” starring Clint Eastwood in that poncho was a remake of Akira Kurosawa’s samurai flick Yojimbo.

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8. The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly (1966)

The ultimate Spaghetti western. Pow, boom, whack, crack, pow! The ne plus ultra in Extra-Extra-Uber-Astral Texiness! Californian Clint Eastwood does the hat-poncho-gun-cigar thing in Spain. Watch out, the music by Italian composer Ennio Morricone — a masterpiece–can turn into an earworm. (Listen to the score here.)

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9. The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean (1972)

There was a Judge Roy Bean but his biography was more than a bit different from that of the movie character played by Paul Newman. If you can get past Jacqueline Bissette shouting that she is a Bean (oof), you’ll hear Anthony Perkins, his hair ablowin’ in the wind, assert that “This land abounds in ruffians and varmints.”

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10. Lone Star (1996)

A deft and complex film by writer-director John Sayles, starring Chris Cooper, Kris Kristofferson, and Matthew McConaughey, the then Prince Imperial of Extra-Astral Texiness.

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11. The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada (2005)

This is by a section the best of all the films about and filmed in Texas– a much longer list than this one. Directed by Tommy Lee Jones. Screenplay by Guillermo Arriaga. Filmed in the Big Bend.

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12. No Country for Old Men (2007)

Shooting, more shooting, even more shooting and loud crashes plus some more shooting with Texan Tommy Lee Jones, and Spanish actor Javier Bardem with creepazoid hair. Based on the Cormac McCarthy novel.

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13. There Will Be Blood (2007)

Once again, radiating super human intensity, English actor Daniel Day Lewis nails the accent. Gushers o’ the black stuff! And the red stuff!

So where are The Wild Bunch (William Holden, too old) and Urban Cowboy (John Travolta, too silly)? Alas, they lack Extra-Astral Texiness. 

UPDATE: I debated about The Magnificent Seven, which was filmed in Mexico. Steve McQueen, yes.

UPDATE: Texan friends recommend Lonesome Dove. I didn’t count it because it was a TV series about taking cattle north and the leads, Tommy Lee Jones and Robert Duvall, struck me as a couple of very un-astral-Texi granpaws. But my opinion isn’t the only one. You can check out the trailer for Lonesome Dove here.

UPDATE: I might have included The Wonderful Country starring Robert Mitchum. But having read the novel by Tom Lea, which I greatly admire, I found the movie jarringly small and the lead miscast.

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12 Tips for Summer Day Hiking in the Desert (How to Stay Cool and Avoid Actinic Keratosis, Blood, and Killer Bees)

C’est moi on (whew) August 30, 2014 at Meyers Spring, an important rock art site of the Lower Pecos, on the US-Mexico border near Dryden, Texas. As you can see, in my left hand, I am carrying a
white umbrella. So I didn’t need the hat. And that black backpack wasn’t the best idea. I also should have worn a lightweight bandana. Oh, and more sunblock. Always more sunblock. The long-sleeved white shirt and hiking trousers were both excellent choices, however.

Just returned from hiking with the Rock Art Foundation in to see the spectacular rock art at Meyers Spring in the Lower Pecos of Far West Texas (yes, there will be a podcast in the Marfa Mondays Podcasting Project, in which I exploring the Big Bend & Beyond in 24 podcasts. More about that anon). 

UPDATE: Listen in to the podcast interview recorded at Meyers Springs, “Gifts of the Ancient Ones: Greg Williams on the Rock Art of the Lower Pecos Canyonlands”

I got a few things very right on this trip and a few things, well, I could have done better. Herewith, for you, and for me– this will serve as my own checklist for my next rock art foray– 12 tips for summer day hiking in the desert:


1. Don’t just bring water, lots of water, more water than you think you can possibly drink– bring it cold and keep it cold.

Everest Lumbar Waistpack

Of course, not drinking enough water can be seriously dangerous. But warm water when it’s this hot is just bleh–and if you’re carrying a plain old plastic water bottle in your hand, out here in Texas, boy howdy… (Last year, I hiked this way over Burro Mesa in the Big Bend National Park. Six hours. Head-slapper.)

The thing is, you don’t just want to hydrate; you want to keep your core from overheating, so every swig of cold water really helps. Before heading out, fill your insulated water bottles with lots of ice. In your car, keep them in an ice chest or, if that’s not possible, wrapped in a blanket, or whatever’s handy, until the moment you have to take them out. I did this for the first time, and wow, what a difference. 

> Recommended: Camelback lightweight insulated water bottle

> Recommended: Everest lumbar waist pack that holds two bottles (and carry a third in-hand).

2. Slather on the sunblock.

Yes, sun block stinks and feels gross, but if you’re like me — a descendant of those who once roamed the foggy bogs of the British Isles– if you don’t, you may end up helping your dermatologist buy his ski condo. And no, he probably won’t invite you.

> Watch this fun video, “How the Sun Sees You.”

> For those with actinic keratosis (that’s the fancy term for seriously sun-damaged skin), try Perrin’s Blend. If that doesn’t work, off to the dermatologist you must go. 

> Here’s how a bald guy, Tony Overbay, dealt with actinic keratosis using the latest in dermatologist-recommended chemotherapy (uyy, I am hoping my Perrin’s Blend works…)

>Recommended: Whole Foods article on how to choose the best sunscreen.

3. Wear a long sleeved white collared shirt.


This protects you against the sun, keeps you cool (the white reflects the sun), protects you from bug bites and scratches. Light clothes always beat dark! Flip the collar up to protect your neck. About scratches: the desert tends to be filled with cactus and thorny scrub. 

4. Knot a light-colored scarf around your throat.


This protects you from the sun. A bandana works fine. Mike Clelland (more about the guru in a moment) suggests cutting the bandana in two, so it’s lighter. Porquoi pas? But I didn’t do this. Alas. Bring on the Perrin’s.

5. Wear tough but lightweight trekking trousers.


For the same reason you want to wear the long-sleeved white shirt: trousers protect your body parts, in this case, calves and knees, from sun, scratches, and bugs. Do not wear shorts unless, for some reason you probably should be working on with your psychiatrist, you don’t mind scarring and blood.

And do not wear jeans. I repeat, do not wear jeans. 

> Recommended: Northface trekking convertible trousers.

6. Keep your pack as light as possible, in both senses.


Hey, you’ve not only gotta stay cool, but you’ve gotta hump all that water! 

A few specifics:

> Use a lightweight pack and carry it on your hips, rather than the flat of your back (see photo of lumbar waist pack above). This helps keep your back cool. But I don’t speak from experience on this one: I’m going to try this for next time.

> Carry lightweight insulated water bottles.

> Ditch the hat and ditch the heavy hiking boots (more about that below. There are, of course, other places and times when a hat and hiking books would be advisable).

> Skip the camera or use a lightweight camera (I use my iPhone).

> Eat a light breakfast and bring only a little food– since this is a day hike, you can eat a big dinner when you get back. But you will need sustenance on the trail. I recommend date, fruit and nut bars– love those Lara bars— that is, food that is high in energy but won’t spoil in the heat, and that doesn’t require any dishes or utensils. Don’t bring anything with chocolate in it. (I brought a Snicker’s bar. Ooey… gooey.)

>Bring a white plastic grocery bag and use it to cover your pack. Two advantages: the white reflects sunlight and keeps it cooler than, say, an unprotected black or other dark-colored pack, and, in case of rain, will help keep it dry. 

> Highly recommended: Mike Clelland’s Ultralight Backpackin’ Tips, a superb resource for keeping it lighter-than-light, yet making sure to bring what you need for comfort and safety. 


> And be sure to visit Clelland’s blog for many helpful videos and more.

7. Watch out for killer bees!


Africanized bees have arrived in some desert locales north of the Mexican border. What do bees want? Sweet things and water. So don’t carry around open cans or bottles or suddenly pick up open cans or bottles– bees may smell the water or soft drink from afar, crawl inside, and then, if you do anything they don’t like, such as pick up that can, they will go bezerk, and call in their buddies who will also go bezerk and might sting you hundreds of times.

No kidding, people and animals have died from killer bee attacks.

So be especially careful around any blooming plants where bees might be feeding. Ditto any open water, such as a tank, spring, or any puddle. And whatever you do, if you see a hive, don’t go anywhere near it. Normal honey bees, however, are not a problem. Unless you have a severe allergy, a few stings might actually be good for you! (Read more about bee sting therapy on the Apitherapy Association webpage). Your real problem is, it’s hard to tell the killers from the honeys until they attack. 

8. Wear gaiters.

I followed Mike Clelland’s tip and bought a pair from Dirty Girl Gaiters (they’re for guys, too). They weigh about as much as a feather, they’re easy to attach to your lace-up running shoes and indeed, they keep the dust out.

Their biggest advantage is that you can therefore avoid wearing those ankle-high and heavy hiking boots. You’ll exert yourself less and therefore, on the margin, stay cooler. (I’ll admit however that on this last hike, a loose ball of bubble-gum cactus went right through the gaiters and stabbed me in the ankle. Oh well!)

www.dirtygirlgaiters.com

9. Forget the hat and trekking pole; use a white umbrella.


Really! Who cares if it looks nerdy? It’s nerdier to pass out from  heat stroke or end up looking like a tomato. So let those guys in jeans, black T-shirts, and baseball caps cackle all they want, as they sweat & burn & chafe.

The white umbrella protects you from sun and the rain and– crucially– helps keep your head cool. A hat will trap heat on your head– not what you want out here. Plus, in a tight spot, you can also use the umbrella as a trekking pole. Added bonus: scares mountain lions. I would think. Don’t take my word for that, however. Also good, once folded, to toss a rattlesnake or tarantula. Not that I’ve had to do that, either. Just saying.

Golight Chrome Dome Trekking Umbrella

Francis Tapon on Why Go Hiking with an Umbrella

Cootie alert! But this white cotton parasol worked for me.

10. To avoid chafing, first apply an anti-chafe roll-on or cream.

Fortunately for me, I don’t have this problem, but a lot of people do. Why suffer?

> See Top Chafing Prevention Products

11.  Take it slow and rest often.

In shade, if possible. (Oh, right, you have your umbrella!)

12. In your car, leave a reflector open on your car’s dashboard and another over your stash of cold water.

If you’ve had to park outside, after a day of baking out in the desert, it’s going to be an authentic Finnish sauna in there– unless you use a dashboard reflector. In which case it will still be a chocolate-bar-melting warm, but infinitely more bearable. I picked up my pair of dashboard reflectors at Walgreen’s for $3.99 each and I was glad indeed that I did. Certainly, you could also just use ye olde roll of aluminum foil.

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