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    Selected Aphorisms to Jaundice Your Day (by C. Ketcham)

    Friday, June 20th, 2008

    Regarding the abortion debate, I tend to think that life starts when a child develops irony. The hope of the human race is that we will learn to disagree without believing in anything. Only brothers could hate each other the way Arabs and Jews do. The frugal man in a time of prosperity is as […]

    ATLANTIC YARDS, THE E.I.S. GAME, AND THE GENIUS OF THE DEVELOPMENT INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX

    Thursday, January 31st, 2008

    Money has proved the most dangerous of modern man’s hallucinogens. -Lewis Mumford Be in nothing so moderate as in love of man. – Robinson Jeffers, from “Shine, Perishing Republic!” Pack Creek Ranch, Moab, Utah Rats, like human beings, need enough space to stretch and relax and breath free. Consider a study that researcher John Calhoun […]

    Poem for the recent eclipse

    Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007

    Notes on a total eclipse of the moon, Aug. 28, 2007 Pack Creek Ranch, Utah The moon didn’t pay its electric bill so says Petra on the solemn lights off Irreverent from sleep as fast as quips the moon pulling its cheshired up-drawn wings of a white lip How it fades, curtain drawn, exeunt natural […]

    Dependence Day: What the Bald Eagle Told the Desert Rat

    Tuesday, July 17th, 2007

    Art by Travis Kelly Good party for the 4th here at Pack Creek Ranch: beer, fried turkey, music, starlight and moonrise and many friends. But little talk about independence, or the U.S., or the Constitution, its crafting under duress. No surprises: I am 34 and for my entire life the 4th of July has been […]

    Roads in Wilderness, Roads to Nowhere: Investigating the Latest Western Land Grab

    Tuesday, July 17th, 2007

    “Land grabbing is the oldest con game in the West,” Arizona Governor Bruce Babbitt once said. Cartoonist Travis Kelly — check him out here — nails the madness of the latest con-job, which centers on an archaic 1866 public lands law known as Revised Statute 2477. I write about the issue in the July/August issue […]

    The Shea Memo: Mapping out the Israelis Next Door to Mohammed Atta

    Tuesday, March 6th, 2007

    In the autumn of 2004, on the third anniversary of the Sept. 11 attacks, a retired international corporate lawyer named Gerald Shea drafted an extensive memo that detailed the operations of alleged Israeli spies suspected of surveilling the 9/11 hijackers in the year prior to the attacks. Written in the cold logic of a courtroom […]

    Die, TV! Notes from a Super Bowl Sunday with the TV-B-Gone

    Sunday, February 11th, 2007

    By Christopher Ketcham The TV-B-Gone, which fits in the palm of the hand, is a universal remote whose sole purpose and power is to shut down televisions. During last year’s Super Bowl Sunday, it resulted in at least one thrown bottle, two near fist-fights, twenty-seven (by my count) disappeared Hail Marys, touchdowns and tackles, one […]

    The Horseman of Abbey Road

    Thursday, November 16th, 2006

    By Christopher Ketcham Almost all the country within their view was roadless, uninhabited, a wilderness. They meant to keep it that way.  Keep it like it was. — Edward Abbey, “The Monkey Wrench Gang” Ken Sleight is 77 years old, lean, dusty-booted, hard of hearing, wears old jeans and long-tailed shirts untucked. It is said […]

    The Devil’s Path: On the Trail of the Human-Smuggling Gangs of Arizona

    Wednesday, June 14th, 2006

    (Author’s note: This was a piece originally written for Maxim Magazine for the Feb. 2004 issue, regarding violence on the U.S.-Mexico border. But the piece never ran. I print it here given the timeliness of the issue of border politics.) The bullets sprayed through the windows of the two covered pickups, and cut holes in […]

    River’s End: First Draft of a Memoir

    Tuesday, June 13th, 2006

    By Christopher Ketcham Prologue The boats Eric carried taught me the first lesson of the desert, which was the key lesson, the only one: Find water, follow it. An ancient wisdom, but to an Easterner accustomed to the milk of maples and the shade of the hemlock and the generous cloud that kept the streams […]

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