It's a strange thing to suddenly discover that someone of celebrity standing (however obscure yet valued to one's self, as there are many niches of celebrity) might be reading one's writing. The urge to second-guess is tremendous.

Victor's right: I do tend to use FB primarily for making fun of the silliness around me, and especially the stuff that floats by on FB itself. I know it's mean to tell the truth like that, poking holes in the pretty lies and egotastic foolishness, waking the comfortably dozing. It's just so danged... tempting. And by God, is there an enormous ( Read more... )

Percheron, full of mud and duty, returns to the plow ( Read more... )

Angry. So many things for it - considered individually you'd nod and say, "Yeah, that's irritating," or even, "Wow, I cannot believe anyone could be so willfully blind," but in the aggregate they add up to much more. It feels like a rhino lumbering down a hill, increasing in speed and rage as every new affront needles it, and by the time it reaches ( Read more... )

“A man who fails well is greater than one who succeeds badly.” - Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island

Music, dancing, horse riding...


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Yeah, I'm still catching up on things. It'll be interspersed with new photography as I go.


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NSFW lyrics. But bloody hilarious.

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Just over a year later, a return to Mt. Lowe. If you haven't heard of it before, or know why the trail and peak are littered with mechanical remains, read here. A very unusual story.


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In spite of my best intentions not to cast pearls to swine, and thus to avoid the biblically-predicted attack it inspires, I keep doing it. I really should post useful observations here instead of elsewhere, but some are slow learners. Working on it.

Ah, well. Margaritae iacta est. Hopefully no stampede this time.