FIGHTING WINDMILLS

Lots of things I never understood about Quixote. Most of it having to do with satire and irony in the novel made into Man of La Mancha. But the one most puzzling things was why he wanted to fight them in the first place. I love windmills.

There's just something about them. They're so worthwhile. Cutting through the sky, making use of the winds by harnessing them and using them for power. The old ones like the one pictured are by far the most nostalgic, most romantic.

But even the wind farms with the three arms that look like they're conserving appeal to me. I mean they just look industrial. Nothing aesthetic about them even when lined in formation independent of each other yet working in unison. "Hey you. Number 3. Why aren't your fan blades turning? Don't be a slacker," the pit boss of windmills must yell. But they still cause me to look long and hard at them. Maybe thinking of Cervantes' hero; maybe just enjoying the diversion of the California landscape. For after all, I was mesmerized not that long ago by the sand dunes. But somehow windmills are different.

Even on my FarmVille Facebook game I have 7 windmills. And they don't make me a dime. Let's see, I like owls, camels, and now windmills. But I'm a pretty positive guy; I'm sure by the end of the week I'll reveal more of my fetishes.