Anyway, this recording is very different form the rest. As has often been the case in recent years I didn’t remember my annual recording until the last minute. So late last Saturday night I grabbed my little MicroTrack 24/96 and walked down the street (current domestic activities keep me from straying far from home). There were only a few fireworks going off in our quiet little neighborhood. In the distance could be heard the big display(s) from closer into town. The keynote sound though, quite surprising in a desert, were these unbelievably loud frogs. We are in the monsoon season and had indeed received some heavy rains recently. I hadn’t noticed but the rains had collected in a small drainage area at the end of the block. As I got closer and closer to the small pond (pool really) the sounds of the frogs grew deafening. Every once in a while some firecrackers could be heard or else a larger mortar would explode and illuminate the sky above me. The frogs seemed hardly bothered, although they’re syncopation did alter a bit after each one. As I stood there listening I noticed how much louder and more relevent the frogs sounds were compared to all the incendiary hoopla of the fourth of july celebrations.

The most curious thing though is that these frogs exist at all. I’m told they can live underground for long periods of time (as long as 7 months). before coming up when they sense a rain storm. Amazing. This also reminded me of another fortean phenomena related to frogs that I had read about in an old issue of Fortean Times Magazine. I’m referring to quarymen who had found live frogs inside of rocks they had just broken open. Frogs falling from the skies and now coming up from the earth. What next?

Recording of July 4th, 2009 in Santa Fe, NM

The common explanation is water spouts sucking up the poor creations and delivering them wherever the wind sets them down. It seems to me probable that this is sometimes the case. Still, Fort was inspired to write books that flaunted damned data in the face of the scientific establishment. It is easy and comforting to accept the most obvious solution. But (if you read the articles) it appears even the scientific authorities in the area are unwilling to accept the water spout explanation. Well then, what other explanations are there? A bunch of birds dropped them? Should we accept Fort’s theory of a super-sea hovering in the sky above our terrestrial waters? What about teleportation? Fort did coin the word in an attempt to theorize how these strange rains could be a form of migration! But even he himself did not believe such silliness. Still, what the hell is going on here?

If you need further proof(?) that there is more to the story than unseen water spouts & vomiting birds then check out this story about a place in Honduras that has been having rains of fish annually for over 100 years. As the story of the Father Subirana miracle goes, while visiting Honduras the Spanish Catholic missionary prayed for a miracle to feed all the poor people he had experienced there. The Rain of Fish (or Lluvia de Peces) has occurred ever since. Now, I’d be interested to hear anyone’s explanation for that! Sounds like an excuse for a trip to Honduras to me. If you want to dig a little deeper into the Honduran mystery check out this article. It’s auto-translated using babelfish so you may have to read between the lines to catch the meaning.

For a list of other oddities not normally associated with ‘things falling from the sky’ check out this link.

Apparently, someone has finally (after hundreds or thousands of years of mysterious rains..come on!!!) named these freak showers, “fafrotskies.” Figure that out yourself.

For one, I have finally published my Top 100 Photos from the Winter Holiday. Narrowing them down was a tough job and I apologize to those who didn’t make the cut. Just remember, there is always next year (and pay attention here, you can learn a lot about cuteness from these kids). I just noticed many of these are already posted via by other folks…oh well.

Let’s see, what else? Oh, yeah, we have decided to move from our little oasis in the desert to a location closer in to town (Santa Fe). You can see some pix of the inside (w/o our furnishings) here. The neighborhood is called Rancho Viejo. Follow the link to read about the area if interested. Needless to say, it will be quite a shift from our current lifestyle. You see, it has what is called a low environmental impact which means the houses are crammed in together. Also, I guess there are some restrictions about decorating the outside of your house or something because all of them looked very similar when we were there. In the past I have always shied away from environments that enforce uniformity suggest a cookie cutter existence. Perhaps it is the herald of a life shift as the imminent return of baby-dom crests on the horizon. Regardless, there are enough amenities to make the place inviting (like radiant floor heating, curbside trash pickup & potable water out of the tap).

And in case I had any doubts about it, the ECCO (Earth Coincidence Control Office) settled it all by arranging that the owners of the house actually met 30 years ago at Daniél I my alma mater (FairhavenCollege). Pretty wild. So, anyway, it’s like I said to Daniél, “at least when you follow the suggestions of Fate then what happens is fated and not just by chance.”

Also, I been hired for another movie gig that starts the first week of February. It’s called B.O.E.(click link to see real name). It is being billed as a “post apocalyptic western” and it has a pretty big budget. I’m expecting some explosions and such. Just found out yesterday we’ll be recording analogue (as in tape) so that sounds exciting. Expect lots of news from the field posted soon.

One last note, if anyone has been putting off coming to visit our ghost town existence you’d better come soon. I’ll be filming all through Feb. and we’ll move at the beginning of March. Come visit soon!

Another 6 hours over gradually rolling hills and plowing (ha) through golden colored fields and the sun sets behind us. The landscape of Kansas has a calming (some might say somnombaliatic) quality. So much open land, like a boat on the ocean. Of course, the land is very different from the water. For one, while the land can be built upon the surface of the water is more tenuous. The give and take relationship of a sailor with the sea is an everpresent necessity. Not so with those who walk the plains.

“Plains”. What of this word? A cursery glance at etymonline.com reveals that the history of this word is long and mysterious. Simple, undecorated?

(In the midst of these were brief cameos of Neil Young’s ‘Tonights the Night’ & an obscure Folkways lp of songs by Allen Ginsburg (recorded by Harry Smith!).

What else? Hmmm. Thanksgiving sandwiches the day after. Mmm good. Thanksgiving shake anyone? Anyway, it was good. And today wasn’t too bad either. Ended up wrapped by 2:30! An 8 hour day? Whoa! Apparently, the next 3 days won’t be so easy…

Another night in the can. My body is adapting somewhat but 3am is still 3am.