Which way I flie is Hell; my self am Hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatning to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n. John Milton -- Paradise Lost, Book 3. Approaching the Bear In the first week of his presidency, Donald J. Trump... Continue Reading →
Love, Fish, and Dust: Fighting the Right Battle
Have you challenged a trained killer to a fight only to end up crying in his arms? Did you go to Burning Man exclusively to fight this person? I did. Was it worth it? Burning Man is always worth it. So was the cry. Alaska The graveled boatyard in Dillingham consisted of rusted... Continue Reading →