Monday, March 10, 2008


More on this later, but it might explain why I am growing breasts:

Thursday, March 06, 2008

dirty water

My thoughts today are on Edward Abbey and Woody Guthrie.

I wonder what Abbey would think about letting the water run at Glen Canyon Dam? Perhaps this gives an answer and puts hydroelectric power into some sort of perspective:

Woody Guthrie wrote a song, Deportees, about Braceros who were killed in a place crash in Los Gatos Canyon. Pesticides in the waters that grow our food slowly kill today's deportees:


by Woody Guthrie

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are filed in their creosote dumps
They're flying 'em back to the Mexico border
To take all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita
Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

My father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
It's six hundred miles to the Mexico border
And they chased them like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves

The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
The great ball of fire it shook all our hills
Who are these dear friends who are falling like dry leaves?
Radio said, "They are just deportees"

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can raise our good crops?
To fall like dry leaves and rot on out topsoil
And be known by no names except "deportees"