wrapping up 2009

Here are some pictures I took whilst doing 80 on a lonesome highway somewhere around here:

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My Last Utah Sunrise of 2009

Grand Canyon N. Rim Forrest

Into the Valley

I sing when I drive by myself

Here are some AZ shots when I wasn't going so fast:

Subconcious rambling

Yesternight I had a wicked cool dream.

I was part of an elite commando squad charged with infiltrating the enemy. I was hanging around in my old elementary school cafeteria (which we all know is the best place ever to conduct wartime espionage), when all of a sudden I saw Hitler bolting across the room toward the door! I sprang into action and took down his ugly and frail Nazi business to the ground. It was a piece of cake (one, because he was old and weak; and two because everything is always really easy or insanely hard in dreams).

Once that was done, I figured the war was over so I started to walk home. Home to my bombed out village in New Mexico that is. I was mad. Partly because the Germans had bombed my tiny pastoral village, but mostly because the bus system was down because of the war and I had walk the whole way.

Luckily, I met up with this really gorgeous friend of mine and we walked together part of the way. Then she got tired, and so I had to sling her on my shoulder while she took a nap. I got tired of carrying her around, so I broke into an abandoned house and let her sleep in one of the beds while I went and tried to catch a bus.

The bus system still defunct, I decided I had just better finish walking home. I arrived at my village and saw that there were tons of homes that were all bombed out, and some that were just fine. My house happened to be in the "blown to pieces" category, so I was pretty disappointed.

Yup.

merry christmas

This link is to my notes for a Christmas address I gave to the Mormon church congregation I belong to last Sunday.

Quote of the yesterday #5

"Mandolin?! Is that like a violin...for a man??"
-Lady Lisa

correspondence with the elements

The following is my open letter to the weather.

Dear Old Man Winter,

Greetings and salutations you old quack. I knew you would show your ugly face sooner or later. I secretly hoped you got stuck in the Canadian tundra, but it seems as though you found your sweet way to the valley once more to torment me again. Don't take this personally, but I despise you.

I hope you don't mind me being frank, as our relationship goes way back. Remember the time you showed up that one November morning in Maine and helped me slide off the road? Or last year when you left me a present on the top of that roof when I was hanging Christmas lights that almost spelled my doom? Yeah, those were fun times. Thanks for finding ways to frequently remind me of our incompatibility.

I know I shouldn't be completely harsh on you. I don't think I ever properly thanked you for that snowstorm or two that provided for the appropriate context for some fun outings with that beautiful girl. But, don't consider that one favor as a flag of truce between you and I. One good deed is not enough to wash away a lengthy record of consistent indiscretions. And I didn't initiate this conversation to call off the war between us.

No, the real reason I am writing this letter is to ask a simple favor. This year, instead of usual spreading of hateful remarks and continuing my regular practice of slandering your name amongst my peers I figured I would attempt some civility. I assume you are going to be tarrying around here for a while, but I was just wondering if you could intersperse a day of sunshine every Saturday for the next two months. I know it might be an inconvenience to you, but lets face it, 'inconvenience' is your middle name! It would really mean alot to me if I didn't have to worry about the roads being awful every time I drove up the road to the temple at 545 in the morning.

Think it over some. Try it out for a few weeks. Let me know what you think. Just don't do anything rash is all I am saying. Otherwise I will have to file a formal complaint with the authorities.

Cold regards,

Mr. Walker