57: forging a new trail

I detest small talk, particularly about the weather, so excuse me for this: the weather yesterday was absolutely beautiful, right?

Sunny, nearly cloudless skies; warm and breezy, but not too much so of either. Excellent.

And because of that, I was posed with a bit of a dilemma. Continue reading “57: forging a new trail”

47: prying nails from one coffin and pounding them into another

shamokin creek

I got a text from a friend today, and he seemed pretty fired up.

“Hey dude not sure how political you want to get on your blog but I’m trying to spread the word about this shit”

Admittedly I haven’t gotten very political with my posts. I’m largely still piecing together a patchwork ideology.

So I jumped at the chance to learn something. I looked at the article he’d sent, dug up a few conflicting sources, then sat down to ask a few questions. Continue reading “47: prying nails from one coffin and pounding them into another”