Der Gerberstag

i suck mildly at this whole blog layout thing. i kind of just paste the pictures and then scramble around trying to get the words in the right spot. starting to piss me off. truth.

i am really impressed by your fabulousness though. i do seem to have been able to find the bold button however. in fact, now that ive found bold, i would venture, yes, there it is. italicized. thus, .......you get the point.

small motherfucking victories, i tell you.

mmmm. birthdays. i am envious of julius' pony suit.

the kootenays are WILD, kendra. there is sooo much going on here. and its hard to really lay a finger on it. i will try in individual words.

gardens, beauty, mountains.

people, politics.

americans. loggers.

hippies. environmentalists.

history. cuture. no culture.

mono-culture.
flourishing culture.

community.

social restaint. social freedom.

water. childhood. adulthood.
walks, strolls, running.

friends. enemies. shit-talking.
memories.
intelligence.

ignorance.
hiding.

sunshine. new. old. mossy. peculiar. mysterious. convoluted. confused. infused.

switchbacks.
young. old.

declining enrollment.

social activism,

social placting.
isolating.

expansionist.
informed.
concentrated.
wild, rugged, palpable.

exotic, rush.
small.
enormous.

(pony suit)

put mildly, this place is crazy.

real crazy.

it's a place where the human collides, or rather crashes, into the natural. where the distinction between real and false is extremely blurry. it's a place where people hide from the world, and yet the world surrenders herself. it's a place where some grow and some flounder. it is a place of great strength and great weakness, of grandiose and hypocrisy, of dymanite and gold. of water and serenity and life. and of course, the antithesis of such.

my brain is exploding

but in a good way.

wish you were here.

hope montreal is beautiful, sunny, crisp, and delicious.

i am a quarter of a century old today.

what does that even mean?