Letters To My Future Selves

Aug. 9th., 2004, Monday, Made it to the South St. Vrain, 50 miles outta' Golden. What an odd feeling - I've stopped at the same s...

You know, it’s always such a tragedy when gerbils die. Such innocuous vapidity and cretinous rodential cuteness deserves a better fate than ...

Our Mother, who Art - The Earth; hallowed be THY name! Land green under Sun, THY Will be done, in the heavens as well as on earth. Give us t...

August 8th, 2004, Sunday Still waiting for one of 10 people to come up with the money they owe me so I can hit the road and bid my 4 year...

Yclept Jywylyd. (Now that's a much better line than "Call me Ishmeal" I opine!) Great Old English word that: 'yclept...

. . . ubiquitously bemused and befuddled we blundered while in wonder were we rapt, trapped in a vapid verisimilitude of vainglory we valian...