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Lost Wages, Quarropas

Almost Aimless August Days

In the Mojave Desert, summer really launches in maybe mid-May. Temperatures start building into what will be detested as summer. Try as outdoor Las Vegas leisure attractions do, there’s little anticipation of sun, fun, and frolic.

Yes, Southern Nevada resorts lure with dayclubs, DJs, and cabanas. However, the pleasure of sweltering on shaded concrete eludes my notion of enjoyment.

September after Labor Day is, as the French have labeled it, “reentry.” The speed of life acerates, living therefore resumes meaning.

August, though? Its 31 days are a continuous loll. What more is there to do in August than laze? Continue reading Almost Aimless August Days →

Quarropas

Long. Languid. Like August.

August is the reason the French refer to September as “reentry.”

Like some Old World countries, the Belle Republique takes a month off after the bombast and celebrations of July. Americans should do that here in the New World but wouldn’t this just be the thing to interrupt our motorcycle rallies and guns shows? Besides, we must grudge the notion of vacation. Isn’t it a national trait? Instead of seeing time off as deserved, ah, earned, business and our hamsters on wheels go-getting natures insist we disdain time away from the millstone.

That’s just wrong. Continue reading Long. Languid. Like August. →