"There is a splendid freedom in solitude, and after all, it is for solitude that I go to the mountains and deserts, not for companionship. In solitude I can bare my soul to the mountains unabashed. I can work or think, act or recline at my whim, and nothing stands between me and the Wild."
::: Louis XIV :::. Sort of a White Stripes meets Six Pistols with undertones of The Beatles, but still unique. Edgy. Fuzzy. They're on my iTunes as I type this, but you may listen for yourself via the popup player at their site.
posted by Everett @ 6:49 PM
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No, it's not my real name. Why? So I can write whatever I choose in this space, cloaked in the warm wooly blanket of anonymity.
Why "The Grand Staircase?" Life's a mystery, sport. Figure it out.
The photo in the header? Yes, I took it. It's of a slot canyon in Southern Utah, but the precise location remains known to those who were there.
I also fly some 120,000 miles a year on business, so while I hope the content here will be consistent, locations will vary.
This content is protected by your willingness to not be a stealing asshole.
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