To study the meaning of man and of life — I am making significant progress here. I have faith in myself. Man is a mystery: if you spend your entire life trying to puzzle it out, then do not say that you have wasted your time. I occupy myself with this mystery, because I want to be a man. Fyodor Dostoevsky
underneath china is soil.it is not red.
i got home from mehico (as shane says) a few days ago, which was about the best 17-day hiatus from chicago ever aside from two bouts with food poisoning. i discovered among other things that very large cactii are not aloe plants, as I once thought must be the case as there are so many aloe plants and they surely must not extract aloe from such small plants as the one I have sitting next to my desk. and i also re-discovered what it is like not having my normal priorities in life, and rather the silly priorities of traveling (such as what to with skin that has been improperly treated with aforementioned "aloe) which was an incredible break. finally, i learned that mexican culture is just as complex as i thought it was. surely not a revelation, right? well, let me just say that 17 days, even with fairly close exposure (let me assure you), is not enough time to measure them. but i likem so far. and their huge country of mountains and desert and ancient ruins and topes (spanish for "peaks", english for speed bumps).
3000k of driving 1 liter of tequila 2 liters of beer. 1 fresher person.
cheers
