As much as I respect and admire the elegant creature that is the horse, we’ve had sort of a rocky relationship. Last weekend I was reintroduced to horseback riding thanks to Janet Hancey of the West Desert Chapter of the Back Country Horsemen of Utah and her 15 year old mustang, Reno.
Our ride along the Oquirrh benches is the subject of this week’s newspaper article, which will print in Thursday’s edition of the Tooele Transcript Bulletin. I’m limited to 1000 words for these columns, so I didn’t have time to fully explain my falling out with Equus ferus caballus.
Had I more room, I would have told about the time an overly affectionate horse nearly sent me plunging to my bloody death in Pockets Fork, or the time a spooked stud sent my sister to the ER with a nasty concussion.
Instead, I stuck with embarrassing horse-related date-gone-wrong stories. Believe it or not, I do indeed have more than one horse-related date-gone-wrong story. Stay tuned!
Heck yeah. The folks at Jerky.com sent me some for a product review, which I’ll post sometime next week. Good stuff. Dang good stuff.
No Line on the Horizon is here!
Got it this morning at Wal-Mart. I purchase the bulk of my music online, but some artists simply deserve more of an effort. I’m about 3/4 of the way through the album now. I’ll post a detailed review sometime in the future, but my initial thoughts may be boiled down to one line:
Lyrically lacking, musically brilliant.
More to come.
Ok, so I caved and hopped on the Facebook bandwagon in December. Last week I decided to check out Twitter. I mock the cell phone texting phenomenon, which is how a lot of people do their twittering. I still think texting is dumb (though the term “texting” may actually be dumber than the activity itself), and it annoys me when people text while driving or when their attention should be elsewhere.
But this Twitter thing is like blogging for the attention deficit. So it’s Right up my alley! Just FYI, though– thus far my updates are infrequent (see my views on “texting” above) and fairly impersonal. I think that’s a wise course of action.