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This one’s been floating around my friends list the past couple of days. It’s a little amusing because it’s so much of a “best guess” thing—I don’t know what DVDs and books any of you guys own, for goodness’ sake. But anyway…
A book you own that no one on your friends list does:
Kitsune: Japan’s fox of mystery, romance and humor by Kiyoshi Nozaki would be a good candidate, because it’s apparently exceedingly rare. For non-rare books that I don’t think most people on my friends list would have, perhaps High Tide in Tucson by Barbara Kingsolver.
A CD you own that no one on your friends list does:
Probably Emmylou Harris and Linda Rondstadt’s Western Wall: The Tucson Sessions would be a good candidate, or Matraca Berg’s Lying to the Moon and Other Stories. (If anyone else I know listens to alternative country, they haven’t admitted it.)
A DVD/VHS tape you own that no one on your friends list does:
Probably “Smoke Signals.”
A place you’ve been that no one on your friends list has been:
The Rosehill Cemetery in Meridian, Mississippi to visit the grave of the king of the gypsies.
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(Anonymous) 2004-10-15 06:19 am (UTC)(link)as for places ...
once upon a time there was a freeway exit off of i-80 in northern nevada, back about the time the old u.s. 40 was in the proccess of being replaced/upgraded to the i-80 corridor it is now, and the freeway had yet to reach winnimucca, there was an off and on ramp, a complete interchange, to a jeep trail, somewhere, i think it was between wadsworth and winnimucca, the off ramp is probably still there, with a big green regulation freeway off ramp sighn, saying "Jessup".
well now if you were to have fallowed that jeep trail then, and supposingly you'd had a vehicule capable of doing so, well the jeep trail petered out into a 'dry wash' (that like all northern nevada dry washes) is a place to seriously not want to be when it storms anywhere up in the hills that drain into it.
lining that wash along one side is a formation with a seam of mostly very low grade opal, which having heard about was what had origeonaly attracted us. at anyrate fallowing that wash (there really wasn't much choice as there's certainly no place to turn arround IN it) we emerged out onto a typicaly sage brush dotted nevada hillside with a few scrup pines off in the distance.
there were also at that time still a considerable number of old wooden structures (not unlike those you see preserved at the bodie national monument), long since abondoned and not a soul (well none in the flesh at any rate) anywhere arround. houses who'se walls were patched with flatened tin cans that had been manufactured no more recently the the 1930s and who'se other cracked walls hand been chinked with newspapers, some dating back into the 18somethings, and again none more recent then the mid 1920s.
it wasn't too many years after that that some jerks had come along and burnt down most of what we had had the rare and unusual fortune to have witnessed, unescorted and unleashed, unfettered to poke arround in as we would, and will forever regret not having captured more of on film while still as intact as it was;
the 'town' of jessup nevada.
a place i can truely say that i very seriously doubt very many people i know have ever even heard of, let alone visited.
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