Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

It's raining here, hard. My shower has a window, opened, and I could hear water falling in stereo. There is something about falling water that bodes a body and mind well. I'd rather be showering here though, the window is so much nicer.