2006-05-05-1716Z


Oh, boy. My mom's birthday and I haven't yet sent anything. Well, she's used to it at least... I probably haven't been on time more than once in the last 30 years.

Finished reading N. Scott Momaday's House Made of Dawn, a depressing novel of one Native American's life in the white man's world. Somewhat similar to what Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man shows in the life of a black man, but less structured. Momaday's book is a series of snippets, jumping back and forth in time, which the reader must piece together himself. It's worth the effort.

Now I'm reading another Orson Scott Card novel, Speaker for the Dead. And, hopefully, will finish hooking up my Air-X Land wind generator today, on a temporary mount while trying to figure out a way to get a 20-foot piece of 4-inch iron pipe sunk into the ground without help.

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