Chool Cast Episode 13

Contributing to the Chaos while Living - Life - Large Writing an opinion column is nothing new to me. In years past, more years then I would like to broadcast, the Pinedale Roundup was the birthplace of, From The Hip, a column slightly void of description except for being a platform of my observations, quirks and oddities. From The Hip, covered many topics, leaving some with the nod of approval and smile, while others shook their heads in wonder and disbelief. There were readers that responded with praise, aggressive rebuttal and condemnation, or to perhaps just to express their confusion. All however, reacted because the column did what it was expected to do, evoke thought. This thought w

Actors Should Remember Their Jobs

Contributing to the Chaos while Living – Life – Large Dan Abernathy February 21, 2020 Within this thunderstorm of current governmental affairs we are in, the airwaves are seemingly overflowing in a debauchery of shameless bantering and echoing, “he said - she said.” This static white noise is becoming deafening and overpowering to my tinnitus. Out of self-preservation, I have chosen to ignore, abandon, give up and turn my back to all the pointless and absurd political rhetoric that is destroying our beloved nation. So, when the masses tuned in with some type of hate-monger attitude, or possibly just to sit quietly in bewilderment and watch the State of the Union Speech, I found rebellious

Hold On Tight

Contributing to the Chaos while Living – Life – Large by Dan Abernathy Welcome to, Contributing to the Chaos while Living – Life – Large, a venue exposing the vast collection of oddities, fascinations, desires and obsessions – a road map of sorts, tracking the life of a man that can’t and won’t fit in. Living – Life – Large is a derivative of words compiled from the often strange life and adventures of the nomadic bus dweller, Dan Abernathy. Trying to label and define myself, I cannot. I am indefinable and prefer to just be. As a society we seem to find comfort and conformation in labels and post-nominal titles, as an individual, we do not. But to appease the wondering masses I will procl

Plastic Bags Are Forever

As I go into this diatribe about plastic bags, I will first boldly state that I am shamefully guilty. We are all coconspirators of stuffing the oceans full of plastic grocery sacks. We all use or have used them. I’m trying not to use them anymore, and carry my own bags in my car whenever I go to the store, but usually they stay in the car as my mind is so full of illogical debris, I incorporate with the garbage that is covering our world. But, with this being said, I do recycle them in some disastrous and shameful attempt to soften, or heal my shameful plastic bag consumption. Because of our discard and throwaway society, experts, and yes there are plastic bag experts, estimate there are fiv

Humanitarian Progression

When we look past the source, feel the cause and try to understand the misconception, injustice or reason and focus on the actions of the people involved, all that can possibly be seen is a horrible wrong. Try as I might, I cannot fathom why is it not being seen or felt. Americans have been dumbed down so heavily by the media and corporate dictatorships that we seem to no longer see what is being done, even when what is being done is sprayed in our faces. Each morning we wake to hear of another mass shooting, making us numb to the horrendous brutality that has developed into a daily event in our lives. We look at it as trivial and let it become so distorted that the solution and answer from

Dan Bites...

Writers, Artist and Observers One of the greatest and most valued gifts we give ourselves with being writers, artists and observers, it being the people living under these labels, allows us the excuse, or reason to wonder wide and far as travelers. To be this type of person gives you the drive to go, to look, to see and to share. As we gaze and explore with the wide eyes of a child, this wondrous excitement boils though us and erupts with the need to share. We give freely to the world, and in doing so we also know that but one person might take notice in our words, our photograph or our poem, and that is OK. We do what we do for ourselves first and sharing is part of the core obsession. If b

Give Time

When you give time to talk, visit and communicate with strangers, vagabonds, travelers and the seemingly different, they do not seem to remain strange for very long. - dbA

A Despondent Response

Though it may look like I am turning a deaf ear to the degradation of our messy world, I am not. I see and feel each thing that is going on. It is this awareness that is making me despondent, as each passing day I fumble with understanding what is befalling upon us. It is not that I cannot comprehend what is being said and done, for I do. But, do not confuse my silence for ignorance. My unobtrusive calmness in the form of a response is indeed a powerful strength in responding. – dbA

Lost

When lost, you will not be found waiting for someone to find you. There is no help. You yourself are the only person who can find the place where you truly belong. – dbA

Yesterday

With the weight of yesterday on your shoulders, it is hard to walk through today and step into tomorrow. – dbA

I Suspect

I suspect, at times, there is a part of my soul I keep hidden and covert, even from myself. – dbA

Each Day

With each day I resolve myself to have calmness and see the beauty in all things. – dbA

Searching for the Tree of Life

Like all things that are not supposed to be, the Tree of Life is called a freak of nature, or some refer to it as magical. However it is described or defined it is something that isn’t supposed to happen. It isn’t natural for a tree to be alive with its roots exposed and holding the tree proudly by clinging to air. With no logical explanation for why it hasn’t toppled into the ocean this truly amazingly enchanted tree seems to be immortal. I learned of the Tree of Life before venturing to The Pacific Northwest. I knew this area is filled with natural wonders and this fairy-tale like tree I had to see. It was calling me to come sit under its roots and for just a brief moment be totally and co

The Sportsman Bar, Kingman Arizona

When passing through Kingman Arizona, on the historic Route 66, there is an incredible and historic Dive Bar that must be visited The Sportsman Bar was built in 1906 and has been serving highballs and beer over the same wooden bar since. As I sit down for my first cocktail, I wondered if perhaps Tom Joad from the Grapes of Wrath might have sit here, or at the very least John Steinbeck. Whoever it was, the wooden slab is worn smooth from the tens of thousands of people, bellying up to the bar. Reading Trip Adviser you will see some people don’t share my enthusiasm about the Sportsman Bar, but come on people, it’s a Dive Bar. The main attraction in visiting a Dive Bar is the hardcore character

Lake Pleasant Was Not So Pleasant

It is easy to assume that I am a bit spoiled when it comes to being around water. Living in Pinedale Wyoming for so many years, being surrounded by pristine water sets the bar pretty high when it comes to getting wet in a lake. It doesn’t take much to get me to drop my cloths and dive into water, but even a diehard skinny-dipper like me has to keep some lose standards. Going to Lake Pleasant Regional Park was not very pleasant. In fact I had to run away and drown my sorrows with a cool margarita. Lake Pleasant Regional Park is a recreation area in Maricopa county northwest of Phoenix Arizona. What I found out is it is also the major recreation hub for the Phoenix metro area. Which means lots

Shrine of St. Joseph of the Mountains

Just down country from Prescott Arizona is the small quite town of Yarnell. It is full of treasures to see and rural people that are guarded but friendly. One of the grandest of all treasures that Yarnell holds, though not very well advertised, in fact it may seem a bit hidden, is the Shrine of Saint Joseph of the Mountains. The Shrine of St Joseph of the Mountains statues were made of concrete in 1939 by a folk artist, Felix Lucero, who at he time lived under a bridge in Tucson. It was built as an appeal to Americans to promote the spirit of peace in their homes. For more than 75 years the Shrine of St Joseph of the Mountains has been a destination for those knowing of its place of serenity

Here Me Now!

Welcome to the chaotic and often strange life of a Quasi Spiritual Warrior Dan Abernathy. Because I can formulate my thoughts better with my fingers, which can lead to a whole other direction that we won’t be touching yet, I’ll be reading some of what you are hearing. I am an outlaw poet, artist, and purveyor of words, Reiki Master, a minister, junkyard philosopher, and a vagabond searching for pure hedonistic meaning in his way of life. My voice, be it in words or in art, is a collection of oddities, fascinations, desires and obsessions – a road map of sorts, tracking the life of a man that can’t and won’t fit in. While making this visible to all, I practice the therapeutic healing of livin

Dana’s Arch and the Vernal Equinox

To celebrate the Vernal Equinox on March 20-21 I decided to go trekking in the Arizona desert. My idea was to get away from the noise of man and perhaps enjoy a walking meditation. But, in a country where everything scratches, cuts, scrapes, pokes or bites the meditation was complete mindfulness. You had to be wholly aware of where you were right NOW! And being right here right now is truly amazing. The Trail Head I journeyed to Dana’s Arch, which is named after Dana Burden, who led tours on the Navajo Nation, the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon and the White Mountains. The route to the destination as about a mile and not difficult, I stretched it longer by traversing the hill sides, find

Joshua Tree National Park

I made an impromptu road trip into California, which routed me thorough Joshua Tree National Park and Wonder Valley. Because of the governmental fiasco about “Trumpty Dumpty’s Wall.” Joshua Tree Natural Park was closed except the road traversing though it. Please allow me to insert an amusingly fitting quote from a conversation between Alice, of Wonderland and Humpty Dumpty, which gives shocking simplistic, but great insight into what is presidentially happening now. “When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.” Even though most of the side roads were closed though the Park, this road trip was truly an amaz

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