Back from camping, armed with several things I considered during the trip and decided should be blogged.
One such thing is the remarkable degree to which rain livens up a natural scene. Maybe it creates a lot more contrast by darkening the ground and brightening the leaves with droplets, or something. However such an effect is established, it cannot be denied by any reasonable person that the interval directly after a rainstorm but before the rain dries off is one of the best times to be outside, especially if it's not too hot.
I also thought about the phrase "Don't prolong the inevitable," (don't remember why I was doing that) and came to the conclusion that it's bull. Death is inevitable; living is prolonging it. But I'm not going to suicide just because I'll die someday. However, my amended version, "Don't prolong what's near at hand" definitely has some merit.
In other news, I came to the decision that my subconscious is not, in fact, out to get me. It's like some blonde secretary who, while entirely benign, often gets dictations hopelessly screwed up and has a hard time finding information she's filed away. But occasionally, she gets it exactly right. The subconscious has a way of poking through a slew of input and bringing the subtly important things to the forefront. Sometimes. When that happens, it is, to quote Gabe of Penny Arcade, "like God smiling at you." But most of the time, my subconscious is frantically struggling with huge stacks of paper, yanking file cabinets open, golden hair in a mess, typing madly away with frequent pauses in which the backspace key is thoroughly mashed.
I also had a angsty rant planned about how sometimes it seems that love is just a vague and circumspect way of satisfying animal impulses, but I don't feel like writing about that anymore.
I still thought that was worth mentioning, though, if only to give myself a chance to use the phrase "vague and circumspect."
Go stare at somebody else!
posted on Saturday, July 05, 2003
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