Transmitting from the Mojave Wilderness in Joshua Tree, California,

now is the time for Desert Oracle Radio, the voice of the desert.

Night has fallen on the Mojave greetings from this hot and dry desert, where the rain is rare and

the people are weird, especially out here around Joshua Tree and Landers and Wonder Valley.

It's like some great monster, some great titan, picked up the Los Angeles basin,

and sort of gently shook it towards the east, towards the desert, so all the flakes would drift

out and settle out here amongst the creosote.

People do embrace their eccentricities out here, which is fine.

Plenty a room.

Wear your weirdness like a cake, I suppose.

That's all a performance of a sort.

We are social animals, after all, whether we like it or not.

I hardly ever go to the local farmers market, not because I don't enjoy the nice

organically grown produce, but because it's held in the bright, hot midday,

when many desert creatures prefer to burrow down, hunker down,

and their nice, cool, dark dens.

But I did go a week or so back, and it had been a while,

and boy, I haven't seen people so dressed up for the farmer's market since I lived in Silver Lake.

They had feathered sun hats and accoutrements of every sort.

Enough crystals hanging off some of the ladies to build a couple dozen of those heaf kit radios.

High heeled sandals, cowboy boots, turquoise bracelets, caftans, and parasols.

Now, the boys were decked out in their own way, of course.

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