"It's not a silly little moment, it's not the calm before the storm. This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love that we've been workin' on...My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room."

-John Mayer, Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

I cannot get enough of that song. Or the album. Or John Mayer, really, but that is beside the point. Go out and get the CD right this second. I'm serious.

This morning I smelled of wood smoke, hot dogs, and stink bait. Oooo...sexy. But it really was a great time, this camping thing. My shoulder will probably hate me in the morning. Could be worse things hating me in the morning. Oh, and I now smell significantly better. Or at least I would like to think so.

Apparently my creativity has a sense of humor. I always get this urge to post around four o'clock and there is a scheduled outage at four. Dang it!

Today's (quick) philosophical thought is the healing power of nature. It is very relaxing and I slept really well, despite being cold, sleeping in my clothes and sleeping on the ground, it is very soothing to the soul. It also gives you a sense of being a part of the grand historical timeline. Rather, you can have a small glimpse of what Kansas pioneers saw when they travelled here. Perhaps I am over-romanticizing it, but I think everyone needs a little over romantisizing in their lives. I don't know how to spell romanticizing.

The newspaper is a permanent fixture in my life now and I am not even the Editor-In-Chief. If I am not in the office, I am thinking about stories and how much space I need to fill. If there is an event I wonder why I didn't get a photographer there. Ah well, hopefully my newspaper skills will be honed and I will become a Master Jedi....er....successful reporter.

Speaking of reporting, the more I read Rolling Stone, the more I want to write for them. They don't hold anything back and I have now read my second article where they talk about the subject of the article smoking pot with a vaporizer. Not that I know what that is, of course. WHO DOES THAT?! Rolling Stone does that. Keep on Truckin', using the "F" word whenever possible and sticking it to the man.

Speaking of sticking it to the man, A.A., I have decided your music taste sucks, I am disowning you. I mean honestly, I've listened to some embarassing stuff, but that is just ridiculous.

Sorry, didn't mean to get off topic, but somethings just need to be said. Speaking of things that need to be said, I have finally decided what my blog is: Firstly, it is a way for me to force all of my wit upon the world. Viva la Internet. Secondly, it is like a newsletter. I am horrible with keeping in touch with everyone and this way, they can read my blather and be caught up. Blogs have been dissected to within an inch of their lives by journalists, talking heads and academics. Most blogs are like mine, nothing coherent or important, just meandering thoughts about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. Are bloggers ever going to replace or endanger journalists? Absolutely not. There is no way, maybe in 500 years or so, because that is at least how long it would take to destroy the newspaper establishment. We've survived radio, TV, and we'll survive the Internet. Blogs and internet publishing can replace the information transmission, but reading a newspaper on Sunday morning with your spouse and a cup of coffee is something that can't be done on a computer screen. The newspaper is an institution and will not be knocked from its pedistal by bloggers, most of whom are me.

Well, it is almost four, so I suppose I should prepare for the outage. Good day and remember that soaking rain is only bad when you're standing in it, so get out of the rain. I mean that physically and metaphorically. Guten Tag, und bis bald!