Ah, the wilderness; Pecos Wilderness. Three days spent stalking trout through cold rapids was not nearly enough to wash off the work grime, but it was a nice escape. Now my whiskers are shaved off again, my hair is washed, and I'm back in the tie again. Surprisingly few misadventures, though we did have a lightning storm the first night that put any severe weather I've seen in Lubbock -- which is plenty -- to shame.
Sadly, my next big adventure involving a lightning bolt will take place in a book. Yeah, THE book. The one about the kid with the owl and the wand. I'm sure I'll know if he lives or dies or winds up bedridden for life after a nasty tumble from a Firebolt by Saturday night -- Sunday morning at the latest. And that would be latest. I'm not wearing robes. I'm not wearing robes. Damn, I'll probably wind up in robes.
I thought this was an interesting bit of dust-up: I'm not planning on watching Sicko and really hate to give Michael Moore any kind of publicity at all, considering that his movies only thrive because of his purposeful creation of controversy, but I think this spat with CNN over the facts of his movie gives some interesting insights into how he juggles numbers and creates controversy out of, well, nothing.
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