Starry-eyed Wise Men

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A book about a book about me?

If I were to write a book someday -- I mean a work of fiction -- I know what I would write. It would be a book about me writing a book about me.

A first person account of me constructing a third person account about myself for national consumption.

The me I would write about writing about wouldn't be a Me that friends would recognize. Neither "Me" (the one writing and the one writing about the process of writing) would be me exactly. They would be the Me's I would be if I let me be myself without being concerned with convention or with being comprehended.

Me (both of them) would be the character I wish I could be or that I'm relieved I'm not -- depending on my mood.

The first person third person autobiography would most likely poke fun at how most people construct what they think is reality based on their desire to be accepted by others based on their perception of what other accept.

And it would be a chance for me (this Me) to write like I think and not translate my thoughts into conventionally composed, single themed streams so others can follow. I could write in rivers, not streams.

"The Convention" would be a good title. That's where Me would get inspired to leave and write about himself. He would write a journal about writing a book about himself while dabbling in writing the book. The journal would be first person and the book would be third person.

And that's how I would write about me writing about Me.
  

Snow?!?

A 70 degree Thanksgiving weekend followed by a chilly snow? Now I'm even more confused about climate change. Can we install a climate change switch? I'll take some global warming in the winter and some global cooling in the summer.

Now that'd be what you call climate control!

30 miles of desert

I'm back on the mainland after three days on the Channel Islands off the California cost. Lots of excellent hiking on isolated shores brought relaxation and great photos. Although, after about 30 miles of hiking with wet sand in my shoes, my left foot's a bit worse for wear....

A run-in with a miniature skunk, a close encounter with a rare breed of fox, and hang out time with Dad and brothers made it a memorable island adventure.

Gear up in ventura

From here, it's a 4 hour ferry ride to the island. There's a hurricane moving up the coast, so the seas are too rough to dock at the island harbor.

We're going in hot on a raft.

Sunset in Santa Barbara

Today: Beach, a Benz, Westmont College and old friends in Santa B.

Tomorrow: A 730am shove off from the Ventura dock and a 4 hour ferry to the island.

Sunrise over phoenix

It's back to where it all started for me this morning -- Phoenix, AZ. The sun rises over my beloved Valley of the Sun. Here's a shout out to all my friends and familty in the desert. Go hug a cactus for me. Or, better yet, go hike a mountain.

I miss those mountains.

an island adventure

It's time to pull the backpack and camping gear out of storage, lace up the hiking boots, and wrap the camera in waterproof plastic. Adventure and relaxation await me this weekend at Channel Islands National Park!

Thursday through Monday I'll be free from the grey concrete of Dallas and frolicking of the coast of sunny So. California. The trip starts by flying in to Santa Barbara to wish a sweet friend well on her first day of college at Westmont. Then I'll meet up with my Dad and brothers and take a ferry ride Friday morning out to the wonderfully isolated island of Santa Rosa.

After a summer of my nose to the grindstone, I'm looking forward to some R&R before digging in to an arduous semester at DTS.

The island's beyond phone range (sweet!), but look for a few quick mobile updates...