I just checked the forecast for Physh camp 2010. a day of light rain and a day to dry the stuff out in time for another day of light rain. I guess I'll pack a book. Or two.
Temperatures look pretty good. Actually really good considering it's early May. But I'm still going to pack my thermals and a tuk.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
The truth
It's hard to do better than jelly beans but gourment jelly beans should stand as a reminder that there is always room for improvement.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Less than three more weeks
I am currently a dry animated husk. I am dead. But I consume and therefore I must feed. I am a zombie. Almost.
Every week I snatch a few hours in which to almost live. Get close enouhg that I can see life from there. It mostly consists of hiding out with my netbook and trying to conquer the galaxy in pixels or vegging in front of a movie. But most of the time I am little more than a hamster on a wheel - running because I don’t know what else to do. I am pursuing money like a Romero zombie pursues brains. It is an all consuming obsession without rhyme or reason.
In theory, some day, I will use this money to set myself free. Free of the urban rat race. I will live on a farm with trees and animals and grow my own food and not be just another sacrifice on the altar of Greed. Or will I? Will my current obsession, my all consuming pursuit, my dark master greed, follow me into the countryside? They do say old habits die hard. In the end will I simply toil a different toil for Mammon? The lash of the tax man ever present across my back?
This is why I’m so looking forward to Physh Camp this year. A few days off the wheel. A few days of living to remind me what it’s like to not be an animated husk.
Every week I snatch a few hours in which to almost live. Get close enouhg that I can see life from there. It mostly consists of hiding out with my netbook and trying to conquer the galaxy in pixels or vegging in front of a movie. But most of the time I am little more than a hamster on a wheel - running because I don’t know what else to do. I am pursuing money like a Romero zombie pursues brains. It is an all consuming obsession without rhyme or reason.
In theory, some day, I will use this money to set myself free. Free of the urban rat race. I will live on a farm with trees and animals and grow my own food and not be just another sacrifice on the altar of Greed. Or will I? Will my current obsession, my all consuming pursuit, my dark master greed, follow me into the countryside? They do say old habits die hard. In the end will I simply toil a different toil for Mammon? The lash of the tax man ever present across my back?
This is why I’m so looking forward to Physh Camp this year. A few days off the wheel. A few days of living to remind me what it’s like to not be an animated husk.
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