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I dreamt a week ago that Dani tacked an ending onto my spearfishing story. It dealt with the moral ramifications of nazis impregnating women with the offspring of Wonder Woman.
BOOKS!
The Wind in the Willows
The Case-book of Sherlock Holmes
Aristotle (various collected works)
The Picture of Dorian Gray
American Gods
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
The Giver
Nine Stories
The Tale of Despereaux (Being the Story of a Mouse, a Princess, Some Soup, and a Spool of Thread)
no reason.
SUPER DELUXE SPRING BREAK HAPPY FUN TIME UPDATE!
roadtripped it up to waynesville "party-time, excellent" north carolina for the week. stayed at kristin's parents' summer (spring?) home... thingy. anyway.
when we weren't getting all fancy and eating at swank restaurants, we were driving around all up in them thar mountains, getting out now and again to hike and get all bloody. and when we weren't doing THAT, we were cozied up in pajamas, drinking wine and watching Lost.
my tiny, inexpensive camera doesn't like intense heat... it washes out the colors and gives the fireplace a purplish hue which I'm not overly fond of. I didn't discover the proper compensation settings until after I'd taken this photo, and by then we'd moved on to the chenin blanc and the fire had gone out.
the picture quality here is poor because I took the shot out the back window of a moving car with late afternoon glare. still, you can clearly see "chimney rock", which resembles an enormous erect penis.
I can be seen here vigorously massaging the blood back into my feet following a swim in a 50 degree river to retrieve a big stick. it was a very big stick and worth going after, I think. after which I paraded my aeroplane underpants all up and down the cherokee nation.
I want to kiss Lonnie for taking this picture. if I ever apply to be the leader of some rugged wilderness expedition, this is the picture I will send attached to my resume. beneath it, it will read: "some experience as king of the panther men."
Big Boy. the creepiest looking burger joint mascot for 5 counties.
I suppose I am a sloth here. this will not surprise my mother.
here we are, not recognizing the authority of big white signs in the wild suburbs of north carolina. there was supposed to be a series of these.
got back into town late last night after a brief stopover in little 5 points, georgia and a visit with lauren. cleaned up and napped for an hour, and then came in to work a double shift.
this week's going on my list of things to recall when I'm anxious or otherwise upset. "go to your happy place, stephen," I'll say, and I'll visualize scaling waterfalls and building fires and wearing Lonnie's pants.
BOOKS!
The Wind in the Willows
The Case-book of Sherlock Holmes
Aristotle (various collected works)
The Picture of Dorian Gray
American Gods
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
The Giver
Nine Stories
The Tale of Despereaux (Being the Story of a Mouse, a Princess, Some Soup, and a Spool of Thread)
no reason.
SUPER DELUXE SPRING BREAK HAPPY FUN TIME UPDATE!
roadtripped it up to waynesville "party-time, excellent" north carolina for the week. stayed at kristin's parents' summer (spring?) home... thingy. anyway.
when we weren't getting all fancy and eating at swank restaurants, we were driving around all up in them thar mountains, getting out now and again to hike and get all bloody. and when we weren't doing THAT, we were cozied up in pajamas, drinking wine and watching Lost.
my tiny, inexpensive camera doesn't like intense heat... it washes out the colors and gives the fireplace a purplish hue which I'm not overly fond of. I didn't discover the proper compensation settings until after I'd taken this photo, and by then we'd moved on to the chenin blanc and the fire had gone out.
the picture quality here is poor because I took the shot out the back window of a moving car with late afternoon glare. still, you can clearly see "chimney rock", which resembles an enormous erect penis.
I can be seen here vigorously massaging the blood back into my feet following a swim in a 50 degree river to retrieve a big stick. it was a very big stick and worth going after, I think. after which I paraded my aeroplane underpants all up and down the cherokee nation.
I want to kiss Lonnie for taking this picture. if I ever apply to be the leader of some rugged wilderness expedition, this is the picture I will send attached to my resume. beneath it, it will read: "some experience as king of the panther men."
Big Boy. the creepiest looking burger joint mascot for 5 counties.
I suppose I am a sloth here. this will not surprise my mother.
here we are, not recognizing the authority of big white signs in the wild suburbs of north carolina. there was supposed to be a series of these.
got back into town late last night after a brief stopover in little 5 points, georgia and a visit with lauren. cleaned up and napped for an hour, and then came in to work a double shift.
this week's going on my list of things to recall when I'm anxious or otherwise upset. "go to your happy place, stephen," I'll say, and I'll visualize scaling waterfalls and building fires and wearing Lonnie's pants.