Fly Larry Fly

Larry Norman

4/8/1947 - 2/24/2008

About to walk

you are my shadow

“Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.”- Becky Aligada

Free Mobius Band LOVE WILL REIGN SUPREME for Valentines Day

Second Annual Snowshoe Extravaganza

Out the cabin window

I was only in up to my knees until Chris asked if I was ok.

Then I went in up to my neck...

Chris going back up the hill after our trip to Hunt Creek before our ascent to Hunt Creek Falls.

The trip was a trial but worth the every ounce of sweat.

Beers waiting in the truck when your done.

Nothing beats a snowshoe campfire in 4 feet of snow. Funny how after snowshoeing for 7 or so hours we can still find the time for beer and a 5 hour campfire on the beach...

Basking in the glow... I think it is funny how good some demanding/ physically taxing effort can make you feel. Topped off by a couple of beers. It was a "Rough" weekend.

Today while attempting to load the car on a towing dolly, I realized that it didn't have to be in neutral to be pushed. So, it looks like it is probably the transmission. Oh joys. Now I just have to figure out how to pay for it. The towing dolly didn't work. So I guess I will have to try and chain tow it later tonight.

Feeling the frustration

Well This morning on the way in to work, I lost power to the front end. Looks like the right front transaxle (suspicious major tear in the cv boot), could be the hub or the transmision. I had the joy of being an hour late and realizing that when I am done, the car is still sitting where I left it. If and when I get it fixed it will also then need a alignment. With all the snow and crap this has made for a joyous day.

WE are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

-Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy

Strange

In the last three days I have been contacted by Scott(havent talked to in months), Mackenzie(havent talked to in 12 years), Jared (havent talked to in months), Kammun(havent talked to in months)and Erin(havent talked to in months). So strange for a guy whos phone rarely rings, all these people suddenly reach out. ? Changes are abound tonight.

Guess What

is playing at the magic lantern?

Are The Bones Of My Sins

Sharp enough
to cut thru my
excuses?

Maybe baby you don't

So, recently I have been thinking about things "I have never eaten a persimmon." for as long as I can remember, I have know Persimmons were a fruit that had to be ripe to eat. But I have never eaten one and had no idea how to eat one or to know if one was ripe. So, in the interest in expanding my palate to include things like Persimmons, Chesnuts, Parsnips etc I will soon be eating my first Persimmon.

http://www.wikihow.com/Eat-a-Persimmon

Now I see myself completly someone else

You know it is really kind of sad. I have been trying to think about the last time I really trully enjoyed a Christmas. A time, any time when I haven't been affected by some sort of deep and hollow sadness. Don't get me wrong, there have been times when I have been absolutely happy. Some more easily remembered than others butI have been on a search, kind of a personal journey so to speak to find out were this overwellming sadness comes from. I have yet to find the source but I do have several ideas... Anyway, these moods have always sort of rode the holidays or any other special event (I don't recall even a trip to the fair that ended well) one might spend with family or friends. It is kind of strange that most of the time I am just blissfully unaware then out of the blue it just hits me.

The ladder of the day I was born...

Her White wings trailing blood, Matt Hansen December 2007

Strange form of life