
Shenandoah National Park is a big batch of beautiful in the middle of Virginia's portion of the Appalachian Mountains. The visitor's center – the "Dickey Ridge Visitor Center" if you can believe that – is adjoined by a flowered field that, though the flowers are barely notable, is mad with butterflies (and, well, lousy with gnats). It's all uphill from there. The park's built around Skyline Drive, a thruway that twists along vegetation-ridden mountain ridges. It's a constant start-and-stop, though. Not because of traffic: [...]
Pissed away a weekend. Not good. According to Yahoo! News, another World's Oldest Person died this weekend. Supposedly of pneumonia. I have a different theory: Haven't you noticed how they've been dropping like flies, lately? All the World's Oldest People are dying! Obviously, the work of a serial killer. If I was 113 years old, I'd be shakin' in my boots, right now. Probably uncontrollably. Leave Comment
It's wrong to be dismissive of entire genres… and I'm not sure what to call this one, anyway. What does "Hardcore" mean, anymore? But those bands whose singers just roar into the microphone – not the anguished bestial wails or the exasperated screams that properly punctuate good angry stuff, but the neverintelligable guttural RAWRAWRAWR which is to singing what TeeVee food-fight newswonks are to discourse? I just don't get it. Sure, music is built on repetition, and lyrics are secondary (at best), but this stuff a lands on me like a dull [...]
Testing, one, two. Check-Check-Check. !!! It feels like the first entry in a blog (what an awful, hawkish gob of a word, that...) should be used to justify its existence. What right have I to take up this wee bit of webspace? What do I have to offer the world that the other x billion of its denizens can't (or haven't)? What is my purpose in cyberspace? That's too much to ask, rightupfront. For [...]
Freedom can be oppression. There are too many decisions. Options are overwhelming. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it, tell me where to go and I'll be there. But please, not the free day or the blank page or the void. Don't let me work the tightrope without a net. There's a moment of terror in the middle of the new documentary The Five Obstructions when the subject-and-victim, Jørgen Leth, is offered complete creative control. That we understand his fear and [...]