In the spirit of fairness

I was just informed that an upgrade to business class for my flight to Australia this week will cost somewhere in the neighborhood of $17,000. That is actually seventeen thousand dollars. I think instead I'll just fly coach, save the money, and buy a sailboat. I'll fill it with boomerangs, shrimp on the barbie, a case of Fosters. Then I'll tie eleven koalas to the mast and sink it off the coast of New Zealand. Thanks Qantas.

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Camping is a good thing. I spent some time up in a little cabin up North, just to clear my head of the noise of the city. I only saw two other people from my home on a cliff. It was just about right.

Dorothea Lange spent a good part of her life in one of these cabins, which is now a bit of a museum. She raised her children and presumably waited out the great depression. It is an amazing spot. This is the view from the window.

I also happened to catch the first sunny day in over a week.

I took full advantage and went for a hike up the coast.















It was really quiet and peaceful, and damn near everything was alive.

Then I settled in, built a fire and watched the sun set.

It was quite a show.

Since I've been home it's been all nice and easy. I went to see my accountant. I went to see my doctor. I don't have a lawyer or a priest, but I suppose I should find some and go see them too. I did go see Nada Surf's little acoustic show at The Swedish American Hall the other night. It was about all I could muster to sit on a folding chair out of the rain and listen to some sad songs. I am leaving on Sunday.