My aunt won the company tickets, and my cousin said come along.

I am not an enormous Tool fan, and I don't relate to the music as I once did...

...but my god what a show.

Drummer Danny Carey: my new personal hero.

In other news, next week I'm going to Socrates, NY, to work the land for a weekend.

Would anyone happen to know where I could rent a pair ( Read more... )

Illness impedes as the full-stomach fades; can sickness still be a state of mind, stressors unfamiliar and far-too mild to be much more than, frankly, marginal ( Read more... )

As we all know well, my friends, the transition from fighting fire in rural Idaho to studing Engrish while semi-homeless in Roseville/Detroit can be a bit harrowing. Especially when the one person you've desired to see the most is now further away from you than she was while you were out West ( Read more... )

So on this last fire I acquired a gash on my face from a burning juniper. It looks like it's healing, but even if it doesn't there's one major positive: The cognitive dissonance that draws people's eye to my long blonde hair will now look at the scar instead. This should dispell the mind's trick that just because I have long hair, I must look ( Read more... )

I've relearned the definition of 'tired' from the chimney fire ( Read more... )

memorial day weekend was full of fires. two were puny, one was mammoth. (the 103 fire in palominas if you feel the compulsion to look it up ( Read more... )

I don't have time to write this well, so I'll write the following ( Read more... )

12:14 am ( Read more... )

"we'd reached the middle ground, when dawn slides into morning and the moon is still visible on the other side of the sky; when the sky seeps from goldenrod to sapphire but the fields still shine, as though someone dipped a knife into an ancient Egyptian treasure room and spread it across the horizon...we skimmed over the tops of the tall grasses, ( Read more... )