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the days are fine. plenty of sunshine. plenty of things to do. three jobs now. fine. let’s juggle. we’ll juggle. what-ev. fuck a cop, hip-hop. fuck the cop that followed me for 10 minutes tonight. fuck the cop that ran a red light to ride my ass. yeah, maybe i flipped you off. maybe i flipped you off for no better reason than you’re a fucking cop. you and your buddy. you should be used to it by now, you fuckin’ cop.

it’s the evenings. no, not the evenings. the evenings i drive around, listen to music, and rage at the pigs on my ass. it’s a bitch, too. i got a sign on the top of my car– a big, light up sign. it says: “papa johns.” fancy that. well, less that fucker be blind, or an exceptionally dumn muthafucker, I won’t be ducking him. not with my halo on top.

it’s the nights. the nights that are troublesome. difficult. it’s boredom… but that damning boredom that doesn’t let you do anything except be bored. bored. heh. aren’t i just a staggering intellectual. to complain of boredom. go to sleep, mark. no, fuck you. i’m going to stare off in to space. go to sleep, mark. no, fuck you. i’m going to watch lame-ass videos on google video for an hour. why the fuck not. i could be sleeping. go to sleep, mark. no, fuck you. let’s check the blogs again. no, they haven’t changed. what about digg? i don’t give a shit. couldn’t give a flying fuck. sure, let’s go read. go read about useless, irrelvent boring shit. vista delayed until january 2007. fuck off. office 2007 delayed to coincide with vista laucnh. fuck off. winxp on a macbook pro. fuck off. i don’t care. i don’t care. i don’t care. i don’t even want to know. i just don’t want to go to sleep. to sleep, perchance to dream. but i don’t– no, sometimes i do. sometimes when i stay in bed till 11:00, till noon, cuz i wouldn’t let myself go to bed the night before. because i don’t want to get up. face the day. face the disappointment. the directionlessness. the inadequacy. the failure. the nothingness. the same-old-shit-different-face.

sometimes i wish i didn’t know anyone. just let me deliver pizzas in peace. i’ll turn off my stereo; i’ll turn off my phone. i’ll leave my halo on, and flip cops off.

add it up, break it down. if you’re reading this, you made the cut. ha. and who the fuck are all these random people who make accounts? i don’t know you. you don’t know me. show me one happy fuckin’ family.

charles darnay. lucie. golden thread. name the book for 2 bonus points.

it’s the ngihts. it’s the nights. the nights. nights. night. nightfall. goodnight. no, not goodnight. just goodbye, for now. time to go check digg.

fuck. guess what time it is.

glimpses of home

Snowshoe tracks leading up to Twin Mountain

Veadauwoo, Wyoming. March 21, 2006.

Tenmile Peak rises spectacularly above the Dillon Reservoir

Dillon, Colorado. March 13, 2006.

Grand Teton towers over Jenny Lake

Grand Teton National Park. July 23, 2005.

Sunset and Storm on Wyoming’s High Plains

Horse Creek, Wyoming. June 23, 2005.

Ok, let’s keep going:

I don’t believe that prayer can change the world.

I don’t believe in the power of prayer.

Except one: “Oh, god, open the world a little wider.”

I don’t believe in healing.

I don’t believe in forgiveness.

I don’t believe in the avian flu.

I believe family is important.

I do not believe family is inviolable.

Counselors should be seen and not heard.

I don’t believe in evil.

I have my doubts about good.

I do not believe that North Korea, Iran or Palestine is evil.

I do not believe America is good.

I do not believe that America is evil.

I stand against small mindedness.

The world is larger than a dime. Though you may not know it, I guarantee it.

The world is bigger than a bible. Thought you may not know it, I guarantee it.

The world is bigger than the Qur’an.

I don’t believe in evolution.

I don’t believe in creation.

I believe in the Rocky Mountains.

I believe in today.

I have doubts about tomorrow.

I don’t believe in yesterday.

News must be provided by an impartial, non-profit organization.

Everything else is either propaganda or advertising.

A corporation has no soul.

Employees are more valuable than stock holders.

Consumers are more powerful than corporations.

Consumers are afraid of corporations.

Some day, corporations will fear consumers.

That’s the meaning of consumer consciousness.

Much to my shame, Chester (my father’s English Setter) has more musical ability than I do. It’s difficult to play the piano while he’s in the house, due to his insistence on singing along.

And it snows and it snows and it snows. Snows down, down, down, up, up and up. Snow to high heavens. Snow from high heavens. And oh, yes, heavenly would be a good adjective.

It’s been snowing steady since yesterday afternoon– snowing some, snowing lots, snowing steady. I love the stilness of it… the silence of it. I love seeing a car drive down the street, 20 feet from me, and not hearing it. Noises muffled, light diffused… mmm. I feel blessed to get so much winter.

And… I love the white-knucked thrill of that last quarter mile. That the-snow-is-two-feet-high-and-undisturbed rush to two wheel drive, oh-lets-hope, just enough momentum. It’s a delicate mastery. Or a whole lot of luck. Or heavenly-feathered-friends watching over…

My car is white. Top to bottom. It once was gold. It will be gold again, some day, but tonight it’s white and beautiful.

Which leaves two things to do: bust out the shovels, and move it away, or bust out the snow shoes and bust on top. Or, better yet, let’s do both.