Coco is a pen name I'm using to honor the spirit of the many fiesty females in my family's past. The images of Coco are of these women and those they loved. I credit them with my quick temper, devotion to place and attraction to strident political debate and herein assume the mantle of Crazy Aunt by attrition.
I've studied some agricultural sciences, a little about energy conservation, a little land use law, a lot of southwest history, city and regional planning and the history of city and regional planning. I can fold maps.
I like movies of Fellini and Altman, the Coen Brothers and the Wachowski Brothers, writings of Wendell Berry, Edward Abbey, Annie Dillard and Annie Proulx. Italy and Roman antiquities. Places and placemaking at all scales - from interior design to community economic development. I see fractals. Write incomplete sentences.
Hunting and fishing shaped my family history. So did horsekeeping and stewardship of certain unforgettable animals - including some that I've since eaten. Not the horses or dogs. Yet.
I find many popular expressions of animal-rights activism to be misguided and symptomatic of a disconnect from right-scaled agriculture and animal husbandry. I wear vintage furs. I can gut fish and ride horses. At the same time. I have dreams about the circus and nightmares about chewing gum.
I'm a devoted student of geopolitics in the Southwest US and enjoy witnessing politics and personalities associated with the Middle Rio Grande Valley. I'm in love with New Mexico high-desert communities. I also have a thing for Umbria, Italy and Southwest Colorado.
Fiesty family females loved traditional celebrations and events like dances, matanzas, mardi gras, tailgating, rodeos, circuses, races, horseshows, packtrips, camping, picnics and the cocktail party. I try to maintain my appreciation for many of these arts.
Especially making the martinis.