Wednesday, August 13, 2008. In the month between my defense and moving to Wisconsin, Brian drove out to Missouri and we met Wimmy in Colorado for a week of wandering and camping. It was a 14-hour trip from Columbia to our rendezvous. We crossed Kansas as quick as possible and spent sometime in the southeastern Colorado desert. We took the top down on the Jeep and headed up in the mountains, where there was still snow on the ground. And I bought a ring for Carrie in New Mexico.

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All things interesting to the INTJ. I Will Write a Better Post Tomorrow. Indeed, I plan to write two. I thought, as long as I was writing something short, I might as well jump on the wagon of meta-posts. Why Am I Bad At Art? August 15, 2015.

There was an error in this gadget. Somewhat complex which I havent understood myself yet. Have tried myself many times for inward searching but have only been answerd back what the hell I am doing? Just look outside and imbibe all the good things around you.

No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof. What every body echoes or in silence passes by as true to-day may turn out to be falsehood to-morrow, mere smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle fertilizing rain on their field. - Henry David Thoreau, tax dodger. Tuesday, July 24, 2007. The Strange, Long Tale of Mike and Tim. Tim Gorman may never go camping again. Perhaps I romanticized this mode of camping.