the sequel... ish... type thing

so i lost all my fervor in sending off into cyberspace the latest and greatest installment of the edmonton/calgary '06 trip blog chronicling thingamabobber-boo-ditty. so those of you who have been tearing your fingernails in anxiety, waiting so patiently, all minus one of you, you're just gonna have to accept it.

but i will say this:

when we were driving back from edmonton through jasper national park, it was wickedly beautiful and you see all these people parked on the side of the road everywhere taking pictures so they can remember what it's like when they're at home, surrounded by concrete and mauve and teal walls and gizmos and gadgets that beep and flash, fucking optimal chi through strategically placed upholstered particle board and bits of nature like ferns and bamboo and cluttered desktops with a framed picture of mrs. fuckface and the fuckface kids at jasper national park. it was perverted. i just found it perverted. that we have to build protected sanctuaries to which we travel on our 3 weeks off a year just to feel a little closer to nature, which is what's truly real. i was sickened almost. all these silver sedans with kona bikes strapped to their dent-resistant tops and women holding their leather gucci sandals while they tip-toe around in ice-cold glacier lakes. and fucking top dawg CEO takin' that picture that's gonna get knocked off that cluttered desk one night when he's "working late" with buffs-her-nails-and-answers-phones in the push-up bra.

then i realized i was one of those assholes. maybe i oughtta be a hermit in the mountains.

posted by Courtney at 9:06 a.m.

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