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7/31/2014

If you get in a car accident, why do you praise the Angels that protected you?

You don't have good angels. You have crappy angels that let you get in a car accident.

Either that or God hates your car, right?

Love and Hate with Water.

7/28/2014

Hey, I hate water.

Honestly, when you grow up in Alaska's interior and the rivers run with glacial silt, it's not very appealing. That or the bog-like dark-brown mudholes that the moose love, but which have about as much appeal as bathing in mosquitoes. Actually, it's a lot like bathing in mosquitoes. Actually, it's exactly like bathing in mosquitoes.

When your parents caution you that *if* you fall off the boat to strip immediately so you don't get dragged to the bottom by the silt, it's not very inspiring. When your step-dad returns from a fishing trip with a four-foot long northern pike, it's the stuff of nighmares:

Norther Pike have awful teeth, and though they are bottom feeders, they are aggressive. Plus they taste like crap. Not really an upside here.

Jaws came out when I was a young lad, and though I rarely saw the ocean, so I never really got comfortable in the water. Honestly, I'm very uncomfortable with any environment where *I* am not the apex predator. I'm very comfortable in that role, I guess.

So anyway, I hate water. So why is everyone, including me, so drawn to it?

We just came back from vacation in Lake Wenatchee, and one of the most peaceful experiences there was just going for a paddle on the kayaks.

Water is a sleep-enabler for some people, including my wife, who like the white noise of the water lapping up on the shore. The quietude of the water is undeniable.

For what archetypal reason is water such a magnet for us?
Is it the way sound carries across water? An echo that means isolation?
Is it the beauty that surrounds the water, as you sit on an endless blank palette looking at it?
Is it the simple sounds of water, so nearby, so important for life?
Is it a metaphorical trip that water takes us on - unlike hiking - where every foot of distance separates us in a way that other distances can't?
Is it the force of nature that water represents to us?
Is it the ebb and flow of water, as a kind of metaphor for all of life?

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Tony Markey?

I am a bourgeois spiritualist.
A banjoist,
Social entrepreneur,
quadricycle pilot,
harlequin, and
purveyor of all things passe.
At least I was that yesterday.

I am an elbow model.
a Wii sportsman,
a seven sigma diamond belt,
Rainmaker,
bon vivant du monde,
uniquely de rigeur.

I am a creative genius -
as long as by 'creative' you mean 'things that make you go 'huh', and by genius you mean 'well, that seems smart on the surface'.
Just don't think too much about it.

I am all that you desire -
unless you have really weird desires.
I am humble, more than anyone else in the world.

An artisan of manufacturing processes, and a craftsman of fine art.
A post-modern neo-renaissance man.

I have a heart of gold, a tongue in my cheek, an athlete's foot and a hitch in my git along.

A hater of hate and a lover of love,
A grand master of 5 martial arts - none of which I have studied.

I am a dreamer of dreams --
some of which have been a little erotic, actually. But nevermind that. Unless you're into that?

I am a man of amazing vision, but worsening eyesight.

I am 1/2 vagabond,
1/2 the son and heir (of nothing in particular), and
1/2 fruit salad. Yummy yummy.

I am a nomad, grifter, drifter,
perpetrator of ponzi love schemes
Some people call me a space cowboy...

That's just a little bit about me.

Buy me pretty shoes

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