A couple of recent SubStack posts got me thinking about how we need to change the game if we want our society to flourish. Both of the following summaries are highly condensed – if you find them interesting, you should be able to click through to read the whole...
Life in the Desert Update Turns out I did have a picture of Saguaro flowers. Saguaro blooming. The seeds sprout and grow when they are under another tree called a nursery tree (usually, around here, mesquite trees). I’ve been gathering up some of the seed pods from...
Life in the Desert Update After the kind reception for my Life in the Desert post, I thought I’d give a couple of updates. This little guy has been growing next to my driveway for years. I didn’t include anything for scale, but its about six inches...
Car Care So, we’ve got some gearhead glibs. Although I might put on a cold air intake or do something similarly elementary under the hood, ain’t no way I’m, say, replacing an axle or completely disassembling the interior. What I do, though, is...
In which R C muses on living in Tucson.
In which R C Dean throws some bits and bobs into the post hole.
A different kind of range day.
In which R C rambles on about risk and liberty and stuff
In which R C Dean ponders a fundamental problem.
In which R C Dean goes to a new range and gets his pew-pew on.
In which R C Dean proposes a new perspective on the current scene.
In which R C Dean is afflicted with schizophrenia.
In which R C muses about the hall of mirrors that is a low-trust society.
In which R C Dean goes back to Pahrump with his trusty bangstick.
In which R C Dean cooks for himself.
In which R C Dean quits his job.
In which R C and Mrs. Dean go to Salt Lake City to learn how to run their rifles.
In which R C Dean wades into deep jurisprudential waters to ponder just what the hell the Supreme Court really does when it overturns a statute, or itself.
In which R C Dean throws dirt on the Constitution.
In which R C Dean tries, and fails, to explain how hospitals work
In which R C Dean comes, not to praise the public health establishment, but to bury it.
In which R C Dean muses on the current scene, and finds reasons for optimism.
In which R C Dean thinks, randomly.
Things thought of.
In which R C Dean returns to Front Sight for more boomsticking.