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Well, I'm off to Paris. See you in a few weeks, kids.

My journal is constantly infested by invisible people.

In other news: how am I supposed to buy whiskey if it's christmas?

Thunder!

I need to write things down without hesitation. I know that. After an adventure, I need to put it all to words while it's still fresh, before the treacherous and unreliable neural processes which suffice only for crude survival do their wretched work. Things blur, and while the grand impression remains, the smaller moments tend to drop off. This is worse than tragedy, it's living death. I must never lose the moments of insight and contentment make up life the way that glass is made of sand. They must be maintained.

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At the end of this summer I went west again. To the dessert again. But there was a time before the dust. I had some business on the west coast.
Mega-flora.
The redwoods.


Redwood trees have always fascinated me as a biologist. The way they resist the wet, and the height, and the fire, and everything else for literally millenia stimulates the academic in me. This arousal of interest can be slaked wherever there exists a book or computer. But to see these trees up close was to satiate a different drive. I wanted the beauty, not of their aesthetics, but of their existence. The absolute majesty of these organisms as they exist in their geological niche is an incontrovertible beauty in itself. But I'll get to that.

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....I went on to a place where words do not suffice.



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Indescribable.






On my way out all I could think of was watching one of them fall over.
Typical.


Next issue:
The Burn.

WHO THE HELL IS BRITTANY MURPHY

Well, I am now no longer in favor of THIS health bill.


Lieberman, you horse's ass. You disgust me.

Let me preface by saying that I have the best students ever. Their parents? Almost as good. I am really good friends with a few of the students' parents - so much so that I've had a girls night out with a few of them.

With that being said, let me share my LMAO moment of the year (that wasn't so "lmao" at the time, but looking back now it is):

I am walking down the stairs after the most fantastic girls night out ever, very hungover, and still a little woozy feeling. The first sound I hear as I am turning the corner is, "HEY MISS FOWLER!" And there is one of my sweet little students smiling at me.

I wave, put on my sunglasses, hug his mom goodbye, and leave.


Honestly, I don't know what I did to get blessed with the best kids (and parents) ever, but I'm so happy about it!

Next up, new year's resolutions.

omg there is a GIANT ANT HILL in the back yard!! and tiny snail shells everywhere.

this place is so amazing.

Okay.

So, I put off seeing this for so long, and missed two groups of friends going. I'd like to get a group together to go.


For those who don't know, it's a Midsummer Night's Disco. It's Shakespearean. The play unfolds on the dance floor with you. It's supposed to be very good. It'll stop playing soon. Does anybody want to catch it in the next week and a half or so?


Interested parties, chime in!