Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Oklahoma cattle drive -- in DETROIT
This makes me plumb proud.
Cattle drive in Detroit.
(Photo from Detroit Free Press.)
You know I drive a Dodge Ram 4WD doublecab? Which they will take from me when they pry it from my cold, dead fingers ... I DO plan to buy a lil bitty Suburu if and when I remove to Colorado, though. ...
Dodge makes a truck? Interesting. ;) And here I thought the only truck any self-respecting American would buy would be a Ford. (I drive a 1997 Ford F150 with 203,000 miles on it.)
Of course, from OKC, going through Woodward is the best way to get to the Panhandle.
I'll have to post my "shy Longhorn" photo on my blog one of these days. I don't think he'll be running with these boys anytime soon.
The wingspan of the damn thing stretches almost all the way across That Place Where The Blazers Play. It's stunning, in a very weird way.
DrLobo: You win the first-ever ER Bum Steer Pun Award. (Apologies to "Texas Monthly.")
(I thought it was 15-plus million years ... what IS the latest guesstimate as to how long this mortal coil has been around anyway?)
Long long horns equal steer.
Sounds like the safest those streets have been in 30 years. :)
Yep, figures. Males, apparently regardless of species, try to make up for lack in one area with overkill in another! ;)
Don't know nothin' about the Oklahoma Nature Theater. I do know a little about the Manhattan Cowgirl Hall of Fame. Here is an obit on the founder of the original, in Hereford, Texas, with a mention of rhe Manhattan place:
Um...now I wish I hadn't made that comment about my big pickup truck. *ahem*
"Oklahoma Nature Theater", ah yes, Junk, Oklahoma meets Kafka. I remembered that it was part of a Kafka story, so that sent me to the web and "the magic source of knowledge" which provided:
Here from Amazon.com is a part of a review.
"Franz Kafka (1883-1924) started writing this novel in 1913 and this, like most of his other work, was published after his death. He never visited America, but reality is not an important factor in his work. Rather, he creates a surreal landscape for his main character, Karl, a 16-year old who has been sent away from his homeland because of an unfortunate relationship with a servant girl. Karl is a victim throughout in a series of improbable adventures, and constantly struggles through a confused labyrinth of streets and buildings and random acts of cruelty and compassion. Always, he is under stress and the choices he makes keep leading to even more preposterous predicaments."
Like much of Kafka's work, "Amerika" is uncompleted, and we are left with a potentially intriguing fragment in which Karl, having somehow escaped his state of captivity, gets a job with a roadshow organization called the Theatre of Oklahoma, which promises (but ultimately cheats us out of) further bizarre adventures into the heartland of America..."
Only more bazaar than Kafka writing about Oklahoma is the Oklahoma story by H.P.Lovecraft about the Ghost Mound.
It is under the line:
Kafkaesque, Oklahoma? Yes. Such as we are now in the news because the triple cocktail for killing people by lethal injection invented by Oklahoma and legislated into law doesn't quite do the job right.
Yes it was the great Bennett's work.