The Desolation of Winter

Since Spring is literally just around the corner, since the weather is getting warmer by the day, since life will soon reactivate, I decided to take some pictures of the dormant winter scenery. In the sleep, there is beauty. Mysterious beauty. Sleeping trees are like living skeletons that promise to flesh out every season, but maybe not. Death is possible, but visible everywhere. Until Spring. Life reawakens. Until then, the skeletons reach out aimlessly.















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Good-bye.

You know...it has been about two weeks since I last updated, and I always think to myself how I should do so more often. Mosttimes, I think of thoughtful things to talk about, or something interesting will happen to me throughout my day, but the initiative to actually hunker down and just type eludes me.

Just like pictures, I believe that events "find" the person. Just like pictures that want to be taken, events want to be experienced and talked about. One of these events happened to me today. Today, I sold my Sweet Hot Ride. My car is no longer mine. It is gone. It is out of my life.

And why am I so sentimental about a dumb car? Is it because it was my deceased grandmother's car? Is it because I got the car for free? Is it because it was my first car? Yes to all or some. I don't know. But I feel a profound sense of loss and sadness.

It happened like this:

Kevin and I are in the living room channel surfing. He just got back from the gym, I just finished doing numerous house chores. The phone rings. I pick it up, and it is Dancer Phil who lives adjacent to Kevin and I. He tells me that some guy named Bruce is interested in buying my car. While I am on the phone, someone is knocking loudly at the front door. Kevin answers the door. It is Bruce. So, I invite him in, and I tell him the sad story of my car. I tell him how there is thousands of dollars worth of repairs that need to be done to the engine. I tell him about the fire damage to the exterior of the car. He tells me he is looking for a "fixer upper" for his sixteen-year-old son.

I show him the car. I start the car. It starts right up. (It starts right up after barely being driven for six months. How reliable.) He is salivating at the prospect of acquiring this car for cheap. I sell the car for $225. I was hoping for $250, but I knew that would be an impossible dream. It is pretty hard to command for a price when the car needs that many expensive repairs.

Now the car is gone, gone, gone. I am sad, lonely, sad.

I think I just lost a good friend.



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The Underwater Dream

I am renown for my psychadelic dreams. The one I had last night was no exception.

From what I can remember, the dream started off with a regular guy who just happened to be a diver. Somehow, he was bequeathed the ability to sustain the super-high pressures and low temperatures of the deep ocean. I get the feeling that this circumstance was some sort of mutation because the other people who were around him were a bit alusive towards Diver Guy. Anyway, Diver Guy decides to visit a deep trench in the Atlantic Ocean.

He swims down to the bottom of this trench, and, lo-and-behold, there is a thriving civilization of deep-sea humanoids. They were a bit taller than regular humans, but they had strange blotchy skin, slightly-larger-than-normal heads, and strange hands. I get the impression their hands were a combination of human hands and fins. They could also hear into the supersonic ranges, and they could see into the infrared range as well.

So, Diver Guy makes friends with some underwater civilization envoys, and he begins to explore their culture. Come to find out, the Deep Sea People consider the deep sea trenches continents, just like humans consider large land masses continents. We have seven, but DSP only have three continents. Travel to those continents is pretty complicated, since the DSP cannot handle the pressures of high water. I think they had some sort of Futurama tube transportation system. I really cannot be sure.

After exploring the Deep Sea Trench Civilization, Diver Guy is pretty tired, so he goes to a fast food restaurant with a really bland color palatte. Now that I think about it, the dream was pretty bland. Most of the colors were either white or off-white, with some blues thrown in. Anyway, Diver Guy is in the fast food restaurant, and he is trying to watch TV. Unfortunately, he can't do so because he doesn't have the sensory range as DSP. After his restaurant experience, he goes back to his envoy, and he asks why he can't watch TV. Underwater Envoy tells DSG that he can't see into their range, but he could scale down a TV so he could watch it. Come to find out, DSP TV isn't like our TV. Their TVs are LED lights arranged in a grid-like fashion. The LED lights would flash iconic patterns, instead of images.

And then I woke up.

So, basically, this dream was weird combination of Waterworld and The Abyss. This reminds me. I should watch The Abyss again.

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