Mount Saint Helens and the Columbia River Gorge - #SUMMER2019 Episode 29
Thoroughly likable, competent sort of fellow, with dazzling expertize in our Millennial, digital-material culture, whose opinion about my homeland--so different geographically and culturally from his homeland--I particularly value, and, frankly, am a little anxious after. Willfully not to have visited neither Mts. Hood nor Raineer (in their present paradisiacal somnolence), is not to know what Mt. St. Helens was before she erupted. Perhaps he does not believe that things are--but I can't help feeling that he's missing something.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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