The right to bear arms.

Things are so huge and complicated!

I am a head-in-the-sandist as far as the huge, complex questions go.  Maybe it is my ancestral connection to Missouri's impact on my personal evolution or something but I am distracted by things I can directly effect. I enjoy buzzing what is left of the hair on my head because when I am done, I am instantly rewarded with a dome that looks like a badly fertilized, well groomed golf course. Posting a bumper sticker about Monsanto on Facebook yields a less tangible impact than pissing into the wind so I choose the latter.

Take, for example, this guy. His job is to mow the landing strip at the Tingo Maria airport with a push mower. There are aspects of his job I would love.

The Peruvian Sysiphus

business as usual

It is important that you maintain a clean working environment, neutral buoyancy and a healthy temple if your intention is to make amazing chocolate.

In our chocolate lab, we isolated a metamorphosic flavonoid found in cacao that seems to have the ability to transform psychic energy into palatable flavor! I couldn't believe it either but it turns out that you can taste things like glum in finer chocolate.

'the chocolate is a little sullenly and dejected but it has good fruity acid' they might say.

So when I have something to do, I make sure I have fun doing it, for chocolate's sake.

In the recent past I might have put an exclamation point after 'for chocolate's sake'. I am trying to ween myself from those. I have found that I am putting way too many !!!s in my emails and such. I want sentences that leave the taste of ! in your mouth without actually leaning on the ! button. I want the flow of words to insinuate punctuation. You would just know where the dots and squiggles go.

1995 Toyota SR5 extra cab truck for sale.

I have walked among the luckiest on earth.

I was a man with a loving mother, a loving wife, and a loving truck.

I am no longer that man.

Justified Crapsmanshiptitude

Perfection is elusive in the best possible circumstance. I practice the art of justifying the imperfect by necessity. Like a blind guy who has an enhanced sense of smell, I have developed the ability to explain my shortcomings as a craftrsman in such a way as to somehow make them acceptable, at least to myself. It is a survival technique. Nothing of which to be proud.