Dear subscribers, welcome to another entry of Kelly Jane's blog. We here at 'no one is making you look...' have a little surpise for you. Awoo! Murdoch is here. Murdoch is narrating. That handsome devil, above, is Murdoch. He was in Austin, TX. Now he is in San Diego, CA. His stay is a few weeks.
The photo which you have just seen is of a happy threesome (l-r): Kelly Jane (Kell or KJ to Glenn and Lee), foot of photographer, Brian. Brian is a good friend of the folks at 'no one's making you look'. Let's just say he lives under the same roof as us.
Murdoch snapped this happy picture to introduce the road trip that he went on with Kelly on Wednesday, Wednesday evening, and Thursday morning. The motif of this picture is movement.
We travelled to Imperial County. 'Goodness', Kelly quiped. 'I thought this whole country was Imperial County. You know, those fascist, oil-thirsty pricks, huh, you know?' I snapped this shot when the Sheriff wasn't looking. He looked like Boss Hogg. Now if you get that reference, good one, if not, well I'm not going into it, but perhaps you should watch a little more television.
The country in from the moist Pacific coast is arid. Land is barely arable. This part of the earth is soon to be submerged beneath the Pacific plate. It looks tired.


The porpoise, excuse me - ahhhem - the purpose of Kelly and Murdoch's trip was to go to Salvation Mountain, 3.4 miles east of the small town of Niland, CA. Kelly had seen pictures of Salvation Mountain on the internet that piqued her interest. Now you are seeing pictures on the internet. Some ask, 'when will the internet stop? can it go on indefinitely? where do old sites go when they die?' We left those questions at home in favour of questions about Metaphysics and Mad-Max. This place has more conversions than Grant Fox. This place has more biblical references than a baboons ass. P.S. Was reading a book about Jean Genet in Tangier where he described his bald head to a young Morrocan lad as similar to a baboon's ass. The book contained no biblical references, well some to the Koran, but thats not really religion when you're at Salvation Mountain (which we were).
The real highlight of our trip was stopping at the shore of the Salton Sea in a place called Bombay Beach. This is a photo of Kelly on some cubic exoskeleton on the shores of the Salton Sea. Where the Sea kissed the land was an eerie and jiggling deposit of foam. There was a smell of sulfur in the air. Kelly is smiling because when you are at Bombay Beach it is easy to imagine a post-apocalyptic future. Kelly may also be smiling as she is looking into the distance at some mountains referred to on our map as the Chocolate Mountains Naval Aerial Gunnery Range.
As the night crept towards us, we decided to find a spot for some walking in Anza-Borrego Desert State Park. In this park there were many cacti. Some of them attached themselves to Kelly's jeans. Some even made their way into her flesh. She mewled at them. The coyote's mewled back. 'Awooo!', Murdoch howled in impersonation of some non-existant coyote mewling. If Kelly had properly framed this shot you'd see M. is trying to hump the big cactus.

I am not sure why Kelly is wearing orange. We were not going to get lost, although perhaps she might be mistaken for a member of a chain-gang that has escaped from their work.
We slept in the park, in the car. The seats reclined, we drank wine. We ate cold pasta, and talked about mountain lions leaping in through the sun-roof and eating us. We also told each other lists of people we missed in New Zealand. I hope we didn't miss you out. XXX OOO