"One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourself out. Be as I am-a reluctant enthusiast... a part time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it is still there. So get out there and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains. Run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely, mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to your body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those deskbound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: you will outlive the bastards." -- Edward Abbey
I put this up once, but then took it off for fear of sounding pretentious, but decided that if I was thinking about it, then why not? Dan recently based a talk he gave to some students on this quote, and I like to think that I live that way, but lately am afraid that I am 'hypnotized by desk calculators' (or medical charts - so much more understandable since thay contain all that fascinating information....there I go - I should be much more reluctantly enthusiastic about medical charts). I have had reluctance to write on this blog since I started it a few weeks ago. It's hard to know the audience. So, I am pretending that there is no audience, if that ever really works. If it did, then why am I wondering if I should have said "Dan"? At least you can't see any full facials on either of us - preserve the mystique. I also had reluctance to title this "freakin' cold" out of fear that every entry for the next four to five months will have to be titled variations of the same. In fact, it is freakin' cold here. I can see the wind whipping the sleek, racer-snowflake silouettes past the light out back.
