A Conundrum of Contradictions

The musings of one born in the wrong decade

>A new arrival… August 18, 2008

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August 18 – ‘Earth’, as I’m told locals call the blue planet, has turned out to be a rather good place for a crash landing. There’s an abundance of food, various levels of shelter, many mechanics in the vicinity who understand ‘Cadillac’ (unfortunately none whom understands Space Cadillac, which is causing some issues) and at least one very large outdoor market where one can buy practically anything – except Space Cadillac parts. This grand bizarre has the rapt attention of all of us, especially the first mate who has a well known addiction to snow cones of any flavor. Six is a reasonable limit before things get out of hand – so far an intervention has not been necessary. An elderly, blackened gentleman at the entrance gate says it’s called a ‘swap meet’, which still doesn’t make much sense. If two persons are meeting to swap stuff, should there be money involved? Regardless, it is not my place to interfere with a colony’s economics, especially when they’re all doing so well they need only work 3 days a week. As a captain in Her Majesty’s Royal Monkey Battalion, I can say I’ve never had it that good.

The Canon 40D has arrived at our house and I haven’t seen my husband since. To the astonishment of most, he’s been doing admirably well with a 300D, which I’m told is 6 years old and is responsible for everything on his website to date. He’s been carrying the new one everywhere and I’m starting to fear that he’s sneaking it into bed with us after I’m asleep – those two cannot be separated. Friday night he went out to the south end of the Strip to ‘put her through her paces’ with his friend and fellow shutterbug, Guy DeMeo. Guy brought his work camera, a Canon Mark III, because ‘the batteries on his camera [a Canon 5D] were low’. I got a giggle out of that – no photographer I know could have resisted either. I dropped Honey off in favor of a hot bath, Ibuprofen, and some time with my current book, The Bourne Supremacy, written by Robert Ludlum. They walked from Mandalay Bay to the Paris and back, shooting whatever caught their eye and getting home around 1 am. This, in my opinion, is the essence of the ‘Shits and Giggles’ shoot. As I’m told, his new 40D is bad ass.
As some of you may know, my partner in crime was laid off from a 5-year relationship with one of our local casinos a few weeks ago. I mention this not to embarrass him – hopefully his pride won’t be bruised – but to spotlight the beginning of an amazing journey, a turning point where he realized that his one love (after me, of course) is photography and that he wants nothing more than to spend his life pursuing it. A noble endeavor indeed and not a wasted life, if you ask me. Having come to the conclusion that a career (or lack thereof) doesn’t make a successful life, I’ve adopted the thinking that all decisions should be made based on the answer to one simple question: will this make me happy? Photography undoubtedly makes my honey happy and I see no reason not to chase one’s dream until you live it everyday. – This is that hippie vibe I warned you about. If you just relax your mind and accept that my illogical logic makes perfect sense, it will all be less stressful for you. – See, this all works just as hippie-happy as I’ve said because we don’t have kids or a mortgage or any real desire to be corporate 9 to 5. We do what we must to have what we want – currently that means I’m holding down the fort and my man is dashing into the wild unknown to become a full-time, successful photographer. It’s scary and it’s exhilarating.
I have a challenge for all of you. It’s simple and to the point and quite frankly should be the only point that concerns you: what is your big dream and what steps are you taking to get there? Think about it. What if you wake up on day and realize you’ve never done anything you wished for as a child?

 

>Greetings! Welcome to the Monkey Chronicles August 11, 2008

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>August 11 – mechanical problems with our space Cadillac have forced a premature landing in unknown territory. I use the term ‘landing’ quite lightly. Planet seems hospitable, atmosphere stable – though a little hot for my taste – inhabitants oblivious to our presence, despite the crash landing accompanied by fireworks and a sonic boom. The peoples of the blue planet appear to be a distant hairless cousin to us, though their behavior is raising eyebrows among the crew. Twice now, I, Captain MonkeyOne, have been chased down only to be handed flyers for drawings of unknown prizes and show tickets at places I’ve never heard of. During a third chase I enacting a ploy, claiming to be “local” (which is preposterous) and to my great surprise the flyer-handing chasers’ excitement suddenly disappeared, it uttered something sounding like “oh” and walked away. You can imagine my confusion – firstly that claiming to be a ‘local’ actually worked and second, that he was so easily dissuaded from what appeared a very important mission. My crew experiencing equal confusion, decided amongst themselves (without my permission of course) to see if silly behavior evoked the same response. To my great chagrin, the first mate began ludely dancing to some racket that passed for music; to further my chagrin, a female, presumably intoxicated, joined him and began grinding on his leg. This was welcomed by cheers, the flashing of bright little lights, and general approval. At this point, I’ve accepted that I shall remain confused during our stay. Considering the condition of our space Cadillac – once a stately vehicle with bucket seats, a mini bar, and individual, headrest movie screens, now reduced to a flat tire and bent hood ornament – we’ll be staying here for quite some time.
Now on a more serious note…well, not really serious since I try to avoid that state of mind as often as possible – there are plenty of other people handling the seriousness for us laid back souls. I am the humble scribe who will be penning this blog hence forth, hopefully to all of your amusement, if not rapt attention. I’m a beginner, a virgin if you will (ha ha!), but hopefully it won’t show too badly. J This blog was started at the urging of my dear husband, Felix, who feels I need a creative outlet (he’s right, but don’t tell him), to capture the essence of our lifestyle (which can be summed up smartly by Bobby Mcferrin: Don’t worry, be happy!), and to share the wonderful and often spontaneous adventures we embark on in the name of photography and fishing. As proof (if you needed any) that this sort of care-free life is addictive and good for you, I offer pictures of Kolob Reservoir and our friend, Terrell and my mother-in-law, Soledad, the epitome of a city girl, at ease with the world on her first-ever camping trip. You can read all about this trip on Terrell’s blog by clicking here.
It may be important to note at this juncture that Terrell will more often than not be accompanying us on our trips, and as he has his own blog (please see ‘Friends of the Monkey’ on the right side of your screen) he will be blogging about his experiences. I encourage everyone to read both his and mine, if the subject interests you, to get both perspectives and join us in spirit as much as possible without physically being there. Also, the hippie vibe will be rampant in my scribbling, so if it bothers you have a drink or two and read it again. Isn’t that better?

Sung by Bobby Mcferrin
Here’s a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don’t worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry you make it double
Don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry, be happy now
Don’t worry, be happy Don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry, be happy Don’t worry, be happy
Ain’t got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don’t worry, be happy
The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry, be happy, Don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry, be happy, Don’t worry, be happy