I miss my friend.
Here's some basic GTKY:
I've lived in Alaska for the last 10 years, and am currently residing in that most un-Alaskan of Alaskan cities: Anchorage.
I have a couple of spectacularly unhelpful, but very entertaining bachelor's degrees.
Beer is good. Drunkenness is evil. Discuss.
Indoor soccer is the sport of the gods, second only to...outdoor soccer.
Want to send me fun things via snail mail? I'm in EMAR. (No severed limbs, please.)
"But the Christian...does not think God will love us because we are good, but that God will make us good because He loves us; just as the roof of a green house does not attract the sun because it is bright, but becomes bright because the sun shines on it." C.S. Lewis
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl."
- Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
T.S. Eliot
"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." Benjamin Franklin
to do:
new writeups
- Colleen Coadic
- spruce beetle
- overwintering adaptations in homeotherms (?)
- trigger/release behaviors
Like a replay from every lascivious daydream of my youth,
his pen slipped from his fingers and hit the floor,
rolling just beyond arm's reach. As he bent
to retrieve it, I noticed a tear in his jeans:
the gap in the neighbor's fence,
the hole in the locker room wall;
and I wondered,
"Does this make me a voyeur?"