keeping sane, one word at a time
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Male; Age 25; Likes Ultimate Frisbee;
Here's a favorite quote of mine from Tropic of Cancer p.99, "I have found God, but he is insufficient. I am only spiritually dead. Physically I am alive. Morally I am free. The world which i have departed is a menagerie. The dawn is breaking on a new world, a jungle world in which the lean spirits roam with sharp claws. If I am a hyena I am a lean and hungry one: I go forth to fatten myself."
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Friday, July 01, 2005
The sweet, sweet power of a Manitoban storm. [Update: This picture is a fraud, it wasn't taken in Manitoba, but it still inspired this blog, so I'm going to leave it up until I can find something better] I've been living on the west coast now for over a year. The prairies, where I grew up, always seem to get the short end of the stick when it comes to the discussion of landscape beauty. My argument continues to be that while the mountains are amazing, they're pretty damn static. Also, you'll never see a storm like this on the west coast. The prairies offer a never ending canvass of scenes like this... okay it's true that we don't get tornadoes very often, but the thunderstorms are usually really rocking!
11:46 AM
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