Re-Inventing the Wheel

March Twenty-Sixth

2006-05-08T20:51:00.000-04:00

"I Ain't Dead Yet, Motherfucker!"

2006-05-08T20:25:00.000-04:00

--Richard Pryor

Yup, I'm still here. It's been a while, or at least it feels that way. So much has changed since my last entry, but that you shall see in all good time. All I will say for now is that sometimes. . .you need to stop thinking, planning, regreting, and just let go.

"Do or do not, there is no try."
--Yoda

Well, things have been completely insane, and by my standards. . .that means that some seriously fucked-up shit has been going on. But the most fucked-up thing of all is that things have been incredibly GOOD ( *knocking on wood* ). I think I've actually gotten myself to a very good place, by pure dumb luck, and by a good deal of recklessness. Life is stil hard, but it's Good, God Damn It.

2006-04-08T20:38:00.000-04:00

Truth

Fresken in der Galerie des Palazzo Medici-Riccardi in Florenz, Szene: Justizia by Luca Giordano

2006-04-08T19:29:00.000-04:00

Eros, from Pompei

2006-04-08T19:25:00.000-04:00

Dude. Holy Fucking Shit

2006-04-06T19:06:00.000-04:00

Alright, I realize that my previous post indictated that I had a story to tell, and BELIEVE ME, I do. All good things in all good time, my friends. heh heh. . .okay, fine, I fell for a girl who fell for me. That's the quickest version of the story.

"I stole my sister's boyfriend. It was all whirlwind, heat, and flash. Within a week we killed my parents and hit the road" --from Sonic Youth album cover: Goo

That, and I am well on my way to completing my resolutions for 2005. *knocking on wood*, I think the list is nearly complete. . .

PS--By the way, just as a side note, another "I told you so!" LOL!!! Oh, to see the GOPigs flounder in their own feces. . .LOL, crap, I can't stop. It'd be even funnier if it didn't cost another million lives. Oh well, you just knew that Justice would eventually return from her vacation (and Karma, of course).

PPS--I think Jah has been getting a bit too much praise from the Wheel of late. . .heh heh

A Whole New Road to Travel (a "Good News" story to follow. . .)

2006-03-29T08:18:00.000-05:00

Fuck You --unknown (2006)

2006-03-25T17:43:00.000-05:00

One of My Pimpin' New Rims

2006-03-22T19:05:00.000-05:00

Happy Anniversay!!!

2006-03-19T12:36:00.000-05:00

Dear pResident Bush,

I just wanted to say thank you for killing almost 2,500 of our own sons and daughters, over 30,000 people in Iraq and for completely destabilizing the region. Oh, and thanks for the civil war which I predicted(see third paragraph, last sentence) long ago.

Please stop starting wars and killing people. I'd really appreciate it.

Thanks,

The Wheel

PS--I hope they take you to the Hague as a war criminal for what you've done to Iraq. You have destroyed the America that once was great.

PPS--I wanted to post a gruesome picture to remind everyone, but this stupid Mac computer program won't let me post images. I'll try to get some up later.

A Serene, Uphill Battle(captured at my family's house in Vermont)

2006-03-18T11:40:00.000-05:00

The Cabin: Barnard, Vermont (from a few weeks ago)

2006-03-18T11:20:00.000-05:00

I Need to Get Some Pictures Up

2006-03-18T07:56:00.000-05:00

I'm off, in search of the ellusive perfect photograph. . .

(UPDATE: Photo-hunting has been postponed, due to it being freezing cold outside. I'll search for something else to post. . .)

Plodding On. . .

2006-03-16T20:23:00.000-05:00

Damn, life is crazy, isn't it?! I don't have time to relate the daily trauma that I'm currently trying to forget, but I wanted to get something up here.

The only metaphor I can come up with is a Tightly Clenched Monkey Fist.

Whaddaya' think, eh?

In case I don't get to post, Happy St. Paddy's Day to All!!! Please, for the love of (YHWH), God, Jehova, Mohammed, Krishna, Ganesh, JESUS, BRAHMA, VISHNU, SHIVA, BUDDHA, and. . .more death. . ., please be safe and don't jeapordize the lives of others by driving drunk or allowing anyone else too. We've all seen the death. . .

On that note, good night to all, and, of course: Cheers!!!

Five Years Since Signs Seen but Looked Past, plus St Paddy Preview

2006-03-14T23:25:00.004-05:00

I remember wondering why we hadn't just fucking gone into Afghanistan and taken bin Laden out when Clinton was President. If Clinton even tried, the repugs would have said he was using the terrorist to divert the public from his BJ scandals. Clinton was boxed into a corner, by such moral leaders as Newt Gingrich (this cached link should work, but I'll fix it if not--somewhat bizare). And when Bush should have seen the signs, over Five Years Ago. . .

The GOPigs believe power is more important than anything. Sans Eyes Sans Teeth Sans Hair Sans Humanity Sans Morals Sans Ethics Sans Logic Sans Reason Sans Soul Heart Sans Feeling, Riding on in the name of empire. . . ones who once were thought to be crazy. . .loony. . .bat-shit, running 'round the 'hood, whilst defecating and urinating upon their self's----ummmmm. . . on second thought, the latter I'll take back. . .hmmmmm. . .methinks the barley wine is taking hold. . .Good night to all, and for Fuck's Sake: CHEERS!!!"

PS--I realize that celebrating someone's death with alcohol may seem strange to some, but I'm down for a St. Paddy's Day Guiness toast at any time on Friday. I'll have one at the ready. Simply send me an email at skrambled@gmail.com and let me know the time and--obviously--the time zone. I'll make sure I get every message within the hour.

You can make the toast, or I'll do it, or someone else can volunteer--who cares. It'll be a great day to celebrate this day, and to reflect on the sins we have committed in this life and others yet to come. In case I don't write again before Friday: Cheers!

America Loves Ireland! And, well, I dont know why, but fuck it, I do too. Wales is the closest I ever got--Caernarfon Castle, to be exact, but at least I've seen the Irish Sea.

Five Years Since Signs Seen but Looked Past, plus St Paddy Preview

2006-03-14T23:25:00.003-05:00

Five Years Since Signs Seen but Looked Past, plus St Paddy Preview

2006-03-14T23:25:00.002-05:00

Five Years Since Signs Seen but Looked Past, plus St Paddy Preview

2006-03-14T23:25:00.001-05:00

Five Years Since Signs Seen but Looked Past

2006-03-14T23:25:00.000-05:00

I remember wondering why we hadn't just fucking gone into Afghanistan and taken bin Laden out when Clinton was President. If Clinton even tried, the repugs would have said he was using the terrorist to divert the public from his BJ scandals. Clinton was boxed into a corner, by such moral leaders as Newt Gingrich (this cached link should work, but I'll fix it if not--somewhat bizare). And when Bush should have seen the signs, over Five Years Ago. . .

The GOPigs believe power is more important than anything. Sans Eyes Sans Teeth Sans Hair Sans Humanity Sans Morals Sans Ethics Sans Logic Sans Reason Sans Soul Heart Sans Feeling, Riding on in the name of empire. . .

. . .but fuck 'em in the ear, at any rate, the ones who once were thought to be crazy. . .loony. . .bat-shit, running 'round the 'hood whilst defecating and urinating upon their self's----ummmmm. . . on second thought, the latter I'll take back. . .hmmmmm. . .methinks the barley wine is taking hold. Good night to all, and for Fuck's Sake: CHEERS!!!"

PS--I'm down for a St. Paddy's day Guiness toast at any time on Friday. I'll have one at the ready. Simply send me an email at skrambled@gmail.com and let me know the time and--obviously--the time zone. You can make the toast, or I'll do it, or someone else can volunteer--who cares. It'll be a great day to celebrate the

Note to Self:

2006-03-10T20:38:00.000-05:00

Please. . .Stop. . .Doing. . .Anything. . .and fucking relax, okay?

With that said, I also want to note that the previous post indicates the dangers of drunken blogging. I could always revise it, but somewhere it was chached, and lives on forever (however short a time that may be. . .), so fuck it in the ear.

Current Playlist:

1. Talking Heads: Road to Nowhere

2. Bjork: Army of Me

3. Pixies: Where is My Mind

4. Radiohead and DJ Shadow: Rabbit In Your Headlights (Reverse Light Massive Attack Remix)

5. Radiohead: something from Romeo and Juliet. . .

6. Pixies: I Bleed

7. Pixies: La la, Love You

8. Are You Down With It, Featuring Mike Patton

9. Weezer: You Gave Your Love to Me Softly

Notes, Jottings, and Random Declarations

2006-03-09T23:02:00.000-05:00

NOTES

Hereupon is Skribbled and Rambled, and Sketched Upon, the Drifting of a Madman’s Ashes, blowing in the wind. Please disregard all forms of expression, as all are, as always, and ever, mere parts of the whole, and intentional or decided upon by Fate. There is no such thing as co-incidence.

All Friends are welcome. All enemies are forgiven.

This website is for the personal use of the author. Therefore, ye, who are not me, who sit and see, the ever-crumbling existence of humanity, look not upon me with Disdain, but upon the World that makes Us act the way We do, to make Us Understand the Importance of Unity and Humanity. We Are All One. Let It Be. Give Praise to Whomever or Whatever you must or mustn’t, but for Fuck’s Sake, let’s fix The God-Damned Problem!!! Can we Agree on at least that much? Please??

All comments are welcome. Fools be warned: think twice (no. . .make that three times) before you tread hereabouts, for this is where the Serpent dwells.

"Live Free, or Die: Death is Not the Worst of Evils"

The Wheel is Turning and it Can't Slow Down

2006-03-08T04:30:00.000-05:00

Just thought I should post something here, especially in light of the most recent post. On the work front, things are going splendidly. I'm in an excellent position to grow at this company, as they really like my work, and I actually like working there. It's weird to actually like your job. However, things have not been going so well on the personal front.

In case I haven't mentioned it, I have a really bad habit of saying things I can't take back. I'd rather not get into the whole story, but my roommate and I have been in a serious fight for the last couple of weeks. There is no middle ground with her, just as there isn't with me. There is either nice and sweet L., or raging bull psychotic L. Things peaked out when she attacked me the other night. Now, mind you, I weigh about 190 lbs., and am a man, but I still have to say that she outweighs me by about 100 pounds. And she is flat out insane.

She came out swinging, but I was able to block her punches and to use her weight against her to bring her to the floor without having to hurt her. I had to restrain her for a couple of minutes before she agreed to stop attacking me. Even after she left I kept a beer bottle nearby (only thing I could find) to crack over her head if she came back with a knife.

What was she thinking? I grew up with three older brothers, so I know how to defend myself from an attack. I don't ever want to hit a lady, for any reason, and wouldn't. But if one of my older brothers attacked me like that when I was growing up, it meant the gloves came off. If I had one of my brothers pinned down like that after being assaulted, you can bet your ass he'd be receiving repeated blows to the head. She's lucky I'm a gentleman and oppose any type of violence against women. She just kept trying to punch me in the face though.

She apologized profusely the next day, but she knows our friendship is over (if the preceding argument hadn't already accomplished that). I'm looking for a new place to live, and may have found a place already (for April 1st). L. doesn't have any more right to keep this place than I do, but fuck her: I don't live with bitches that assault me. I need to get a more suitable place for myself anyways (i.e. Downtown).

Aside from that, my personal life has been a mess. In just a few weeks time, I managed to ruin three friendships, and to rescue two so far. I'd rather not even get into that whole thing right now. I think I'm going crazy. Isn't the definition of crazy when everyone knows you're crazy but you? I thought I was just quirky and eccentric, but apparently everyone thinks I'm a nut case. More to come on this if I ever find blogtime again.

At any rate, I woke up at 3:00 am today and couldn't fall back asleep, which is the only reason I actually have time to blog. I don't know if anyone even stops by here anymore, but I wanted to let the world know that the Wheel keeps turning, despite the bumps in the road.

Wheels of Darkness

2006-02-28T23:21:00.000-05:00

No time for a post, just a quote, indicating my state of mind, from As You Like It, by William Shakespeare:

Act II: Scene vii

JAQUES: All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts bring seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
When the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly and good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

To Be Continued. . .

2006-02-27T20:40:00.000-05:00

I have an amazing story, to be posted here, when time allows (i.e. sometime this week). The story of the Sketch Artist formerly known as The Skrambled One, involving a car stuck in a ditch in the middle of Nowhereville, VT, and being trapped in the lodge of the Weird Sisters of New Hampshire. Soon to come. . .

PS--No sexual pun intended on that last phrase, but feel free to go there if you wish.
;-)

Boondocks

2006-02-26T23:23:00.000-05:00

Red Crag

2006-02-17T06:27:00.000-05:00

Desire

2006-02-15T18:49:00.000-05:00

Just some recommended reading from the Wheel:

Buddhism and Desire
He who Binds Himself to a Joy_Does the winged life destroy_He who kisses the joy as it flies_Lives in Eternity's sunrise

from another:

"By desire, Buddhists refer to craving pleasure, material goods, and immortality, all of which are wants that can never be satisfied. As a result, desiring them can only bring suffering. Ignorance, in comparison, relates to not seeing the world as it actually is. Without the capacity for mental concentration and insight, Buddhism explains, one's mind is left undeveloped, unable to grasp the true nature of things. Vices, such as greed, envy, hatred and anger, derive from this ignorance."

Disclaimer: The Wheel is by no means a Buddhist, but thought of these ideas during current crises.

F#ck Dating

2006-02-15T18:24:00.000-05:00

Oh man, wtf?!? Can't a man just be alone for a little while? Everyone's bugging me about trying to get out there, and meet someone, and blah blah blah. Makes me want to scream, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!", but I don't, of course.

Ugh. It's me too, I guess. I've been fixated on finding a woman, or rather, on tempting Fate to allow something--anything--to happen, and I've been vocal about it with my female friends. The time has come (well, it came a long time ago. . .), but I don't need mothafuggas telling me constantly that I should be out at bars every night trying to find someone.

The Annual Culling of the Single (also known as Valentine's Day) must have brought this angst about. It's the most depressing "holiday" of the year for those of us who are single. A couple of years ago I actually had a girlfriend on Valentine's Day, for once. She wore a red g-string with my first name emblazoned in rhinestones right where it belonged.
( >:-) ) She was quite amazing, and luckily we had some fun before the night was ruined. :-P

The night ended up a colossal failure--not the best night ever. We went out to eat, the food was horrible, and she got sick--and then cranky and bitchy as hell. Oh well, at least we got the good hotel sex in early (there is nothing quite like Hotel Sex--loud and crazy *drool*).

Fact Stranger than Fiction, Yet Again

2006-02-14T23:12:00.000-05:00

This is amazing. While the GOP continues to fall flat on it's face, on every front of their extremist, ideological campaign against the World, they also continue to astound in amazing acts of WTF?!?

In case anyone's missed this story, the Vice President of the United States shot a 78-year-old man in the face with bird shot, and the media is finally in an uproar over something. God damn, I'd rather be hit with a single slug than 40-some-odd pellets. No comment, the story stands well enough on its own legs.

Okay, so I do have a comment. . .All I'm saying is that I have more faith in the type of man who'd settle for a decent BJ in the Lincoln Bedroom than a man who gets off on blasting old men's faces off. That's just me, though.

Salted Salt Marsh

2006-02-12T19:52:00.000-05:00

Threefold

2006-02-12T19:34:00.000-05:00

Birches for Blizzards

2006-02-12T19:17:00.000-05:00

Flash in the Rusty Pan in the Pantry

2006-02-09T21:43:00.000-05:00

The Ghosts that Haunt my Home

2006-02-09T21:35:00.000-05:00

I found the above picture in the closet of my condo. The picture looks really old (perhaps from the late 1950s to early '60s). I've come up with quite a few ideas as to what happened to this man and his kid. It's quite interesting to think about, considering the lack of racial diversity here, and the secret story of slavery in New England. The Wheel must gather further info before commenting further. At any rate, there's a story in every good picture. . .

Secondary Thought

2006-02-08T20:19:00.000-05:00

The Tarot Implication of My Name Came Just Now. . .

Red Rocks Illusion--Captured on Fim, thus Dis-illusioned

2006-02-08T19:01:00.000-05:00

Current Playlist

2006-02-08T18:45:00.000-05:00

1.) Walking After You (acoustic), by Foo Fighters (currently my favorite song of all time--simply fucking amazing)
2.) Fun for Me, by Portishead & Moloko
3.) Ghetto Life, by Rick James.
4.) Mary Jane, also by Rick James (c'mon now, how could I not? that or Super Freak.)
5.) Ask Me How I Am, by Snow Patrol
6.) New Hampshire, by Sonic Youth
7.) Life During Wartime, by Talking Heads
8.) Radiohead, by Talking Heads
9.) Karma Police, by Radio Head (appropriate, dontcha' think?)

The View at Copper

2006-02-06T03:02:00.000-05:00

--at Copper Mountain Resort, Colorado.

Credit

2006-02-06T02:35:00.000-05:00

Photos published below taken from "The Sandman, Volume 1: Preludes and Nocturnes", by Neil Gaiman, et al.

The Night before the Hearing (minor traffic violation, story to come)

2006-02-06T01:33:00.000-05:00

Dream, Facing Down the Demons

2006-02-06T01:17:00.000-05:00

"There. Now, Dream King. . .Tell us. . .Which Demon Has Your Helmut?"(?!?)

2006-02-06T01:07:00.000-05:00

The Cycle Continues

2006-02-05T16:08:00.000-05:00

Okay, let's be realistic about this story. Muslims across the world are upset over the opinion of one man, published in cartoon form, in a Danish newspaper called Jyllans-Posten, and are blaming all Danes and Europeans in general for the desecration of the image of Mohammed. In certain places, such as Lebanon and in the Palestinian territories, there are riots in the streets, and consulate buildings being burned, and all Danes and Norweigans are being urged to the leave whatever Muslim nation they happen to be visiting, living in, passing through, etc.

In the interests of public debate (because most commercial news sources are afraid to show the pictures, or can't, because they profit from the use and thus cannot claim FAIR USE as a justification for using the work of another, and because of a million other ancient, pre-internet copyright laws) I shall post an image of the offending pictures below. I found the image on a third party site (or fourth, or fifth, or sixth), which probably copied the image from elsewhere, but all credit goes to the Jyllans-Posten, whom I've linked to above.

And before I have a million angry people at the gates demanding that The Wheel be thrown up on the Great Tire Fire, allow me to say that I while I think it would be stupid to riot over a mere cartoon, my point is that this is about far more than just one stupid cartoon (and, well, about how it felt for me personally to see the Islamic world angry at someone other than Americans for once). They are angry about far more than this cartoon, though the media would have you believe otherwise.

The cartoon explanation is a simple way to trivialize what these people stand for (which, in my opinion, is the protection of their Culture, through any means necessary, as tyrants and rebels have always done, throughout history). The result is always Death and Misery for all. War is a disease of the human condition, but I have to believe it can be cured.

Peaceful-minded Muslims across the world (wherever they are) need to speak LOUDLY for once. I know Islam is a religion of peace, so I have to believe that most would admit that suicide bombings among crowds of innocents are something Allah would abhor. Even they have to admit this, or they are hypocrites, and furthermore, there does seem to be a disproportionate number of groups in the world that are committed to blowing themselves up----along with dozens of innocents----in astounding acts of horror----that happen to be Islamic militants. If anyone has heard of any non-Islamic suicide bombers recently, please let me know. I'll be glad to take back what I just wrote.

So, if these Muslims want to be mad at anyone, why aren't they mad at the terrorists----whom they refer to as martyrs, or freedom fighters----who misrepresent everything Islam stands for? Or, if they are angered, why aren't they speaking out? Is it because of Fear? (Paranoia: Is it a Global Media Conspiracy, silencing those voices??) The terrorists are the ones who are giving this horrible image to Islam, an image that is contrary to what the religion is supposed to stand for. Where are the vocal advocates of peace in the Islamic world? Their voices need to be heard. I have to believe that they're out there. Only they can bring peace, because fanatics cannot be reasoned with (and that includes Bush fanatics as well----an entire subject altogether).

At any rate, I hope this doesn't spark a controversy, but I shall post the image, as promised. My use of it is for the benefit of intellectual debate, and this page is completely non-profit, so this use falls under Fair Use. Here 'tis:

Oh, and meanwhile, as this story is going on, there is breaking news regarding the escape of the al-Qaida motherfucker who bombed the USS Cole on October 12, 2000. Nice fucking job guys. How's that War on Terror going? It ain't looking so good right now.

My friends and I who followed the news all knew back then--and even before the Cole bombing--that bin Laden and his group had some serious fucking intentions, and that the Taliban was doing horrible things in Afghanistan. I have a feeling that 9/11 was the first time GW Bush ever even heard of bin Laden, other than perhaps as a rebellious child in a family tied to the Bush family through Oil, and other holdings. Now Bush just uses him as an excuse to create a police state, and to do whatever he wants in the name of national security. Ugh, it's all very disheartening to think about.

Okay, no more politics for a while (maybe I'll just make it a Sunday thing. . .). I had to get that off my chest.

Currently Listening to:

2006-02-02T19:18:00.000-05:00

"Life During Wartime", Remain in Light, by Talking Heads.

I remember when Phish performed this entire album at their annual Halloween show (no, I didn't attend this one) and all the fans said WTF?!? But I remember seeing a quote from Trey Anastasio saying that he practically taught himself to play guitar by listening to this album. So, being a fan (in that I occasionally listened to their music, and was often surrounded by like-minded "fans" during my high school and college years), I had to check this album out. And Trey was right. It's fucking incredible, but moreover, the track mentioned above hints at possible reasons that this music has even more relevance today. The album is transcendentally prophetic, in many ways.

"And that's about all I have to say about that. . ."~F. Gump

--from Resistance’s Greatest Hits

2006-02-02T00:10:00.000-05:00

"The following is a list, in no particular order, of those activities that most commonly elicit Resistance:

1) The pursuit of any calling in writing, painting, music, film, dance, or any creative art, however marginal or unconventional.

2) The launching of any entrepreneurial venture or enterprise, for profit or otherwise.

3) Any diet or health regimen.

4) Any program of spiritual advancement.
…
7) Education of every kind.

8) Any act of political, moral, or ethical courage, including the decision to change for the better some unworthy pattern of thought or conduct in ourselves.

9) The undertaking of any enterprise or endeavor whose aim is to help others.
…
11) The taking of any principled stand in the face of adversity.”

-->by Steven Pressfield

--Discovered through the lovely Greygirl, whom I hadn’t visited in a while. She’s been absent for a long time too, but her link led me to this quote, which I just had to transcribe and share (fair use, mfs). I edited out the parts that I didn't need to use, but they're available in the Amazon preview if you wish to read it all. My question to you is, "Can you dig it?"

Back Home, Where the Storms Rage

2006-02-01T22:40:00.000-05:00

The drama around here has become almost too intense. . .I prefer simplicity. Things are good, for the most part, and I am happier than I was just a short time ago, in a blogland not far away. Returning from vacation (or holiday, as some would say) is hard as hell. I'm finally starting to feel caught up, though the stacks of stickie notes pile ever higher--things to do, things to do, things to do. . .

I'll be playing around with the format of this blog (including and not limited to such things as my display name or avatar ( insert bullshit legal disclaimer-->all rights reserves, ipso facto, etcetera, etcetera). I have no idea where I'm headed with this blog, so expect nothing but Change--and Plentiful Weirdness.

Aerial Alchemy

2006-01-31T22:40:00.000-05:00

Hotel Room View

2006-01-31T20:49:00.000-05:00

Denver In Reverse, From a Bus

2006-01-31T20:44:00.000-05:00

Favorite, or, Razor Sharp

2006-01-31T00:52:00.000-05:00

2nd Favorite (from the Slopes of Copper Mountain), or Blurred Beauty, as I've Imagined

2006-01-31T00:14:00.000-05:00

In the Pines, In the Pines, Where the Sun Never Shines. . .

2006-01-31T00:11:00.000-05:00

Only One Way to Go

2006-01-31T00:05:00.000-05:00

View from Copper Lift

2006-01-31T00:00:00.000-05:00

Breckenridge

2006-01-30T23:57:00.000-05:00

Road to Breckenridge

2006-01-30T23:54:00.000-05:00

Icicles

2006-01-30T23:51:00.000-05:00

Tunnel Vision

2006-01-30T23:49:00.000-05:00

Red Rock at Red Red Rocks

2006-01-30T23:47:00.000-05:00

Red Rocks Stage

2006-01-30T23:45:00.000-05:00

Can You See the Real Me? Can You?!

2006-01-30T22:53:00.000-05:00

Yes, yes, the time has come. I am announcing my return to the world of blog with this post. I've made many changes in my life, and am continuing to do so. I will continue to document these changes on this site. I'll try to keep my politics out of this blog, but the true of heart will know where I stand. I live in a land where the entire government is tainted with corruption, and where we crave a true leader. Democrats in 2006, Impeachment in 2007 (or charges of Treachery for Abandoning the Constitution, or for War Crimes, or for War Profiteering, or. . .well, you get the point. . .) .

I fear that we may truly stand at the brink of a greater cataclysm than any living being has ever known or imagined. . .Change is inevitible, and I am sensing the coming. . .battle. . .horror. . .death. . .war. . .desolation. . .and the Strong will cry "Terror!!!!". . .and the Weak will shout "Freedom!!!". . while bringing more. . . then more. . .and even more. . .Death--or even, if the cards fall just right. . .the Unification of All as One. . .the Era of Eternal Peace, Love, and Harmony. . .and though the latter is unlikely. . .the former is inevitible. . .and yet. . .Here we stand, my friends across the Earth. . .Prepared to face Life, and whatever Challenges, Frustration, Pain, and Joy it may bring. . .but Where is the Joy when we need it?. . .Where indeed?!. . .Oh yes. . .Just in Time. . .Just when it's Needed.

. . .And that was my attempt at drunken Stream of Consciousness. It may be subject to editing, which sort of defeats the purpose (according to Kerouac, of course), but fuck it anyways. He used a typewriter for fuck's sake. Politics makes me feel powerless, so I'll save my rants and pent them up, and unleash them only from time to time. . .

At any rate, I'm going to start blogging again, for real, with this page. I think I'll start by loading up tons of pictures from my recent adventure to Colorado. It involved altitude sickness, Maui Wowie, and arm-wrestling a lunatic street kid. But I'll elaborate on those stories over time. In the meantime, enjoy the pics! (I take no credit for the beauty of nature, so no compliments, please.)

The First Real Snowfall of the Year

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December 9, 2005 (backyard)

The Harbor at Dawn

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Okemo and the Sea (well, it's a lake, but sea sounds better. . .)

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--Lake Ninevah, Vermont, Summer, 2005

Bracing for the Storm

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Red Salt Marsh at the Very Edge

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Hylas and the Nymphs (just 'cuz it's hot)

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Om II

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Broken

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Little Brother is Watching As Well

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Thanks, Seriously (Though She Makes Me Look Like an Ogre)

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Happy Thanksgiving to all. Had a great time with the family. I only took a few pics, this being one of them. My image editing software is on the fritz, but I should have others to post. At any rate, peace on earth, goodwill to men, and all that crap. Meh.

The Way Home

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Splash!

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Intimidating

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Even More Intimidating

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Greystone Beach

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Tree with Wings Spread

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Orange

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Leaves in their Final Days

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Nature Reclaimed

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Sagamore, Flooded

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Soon Enough. . .

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Another Cloudy Autumn Day (Piscatequa River)

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Creek in Vermont

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Froggie

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Acadian Lake

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Bunting

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Confluence

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Looking Down (Wildcat Mountain)

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Cadillac Peak

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Islands Like Ships

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The Curve of the Earth

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Strange Colors

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Dark Hills on a Stormy Afternoon (Acadia National Park)

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The Manager