oh how i will miss you this weekend, lake michigan. this is the first time in five years that i am missing our annual manistee camping trip. because of this i am deeply saddened. there will be no early morning sand dune drinking or incompetent fire building this weekend for me, no sir. that stuff is for the birds... those awesome birds who i have been doing this with every year since '03. missing things like this is the hardest part about living here.
but something that is awesome about living here? SASQUATCH! that's right. tomorrow in palo alto there is going to be a press conference. they've found a deceased big foot in the hills of northern georgia. they will be presenting dna and photo evidence. if i didn't think it was a total crock of shit, i would totally go.
and by the by, julia child was a wwii spy and cooked like nobody's business. she's my hero.
8.14.2008
8.01.2008
in memory
two nights ago, zac's uncle mike passed away. i have no idea if anyone will take a moment to check out these photos (or if anyone really reads this blog) but nevertheless i wanted to post them here along with zac's words. he sums up his uncle beautifully:
"thank you all for caring, he really was a great man, he was the city manager of pizmo beach in california, and also of 29 palms, he had two sons, Thane and Jarl. Jarl is joining the marines, and Thane just finished a script for Heart of Darkness. His wife is in mourning, and so is the rest of the family.
i wish you could have all heard him speak, whether it was at my grandfather's funeral or my aunt's wedding, he was magnificent. i don't remember my grandfather's funeral too well, but at my aunts wedding he intertwined his speech with thoughts on the ages of sand. he made people cry, he blew people's minds. he did it all with the gravelly voice of a two pack a day smoker.
i can only hope, that when my life is over, that even one person could feel the admiration of a life well spent that i do of him. he was beyond compare. really. i wish you all could have known him.
rest in peace Michael Swigart. If there is a heaven, i hope you're with your mother and father, and all the people that made up your heritage you sought so hard to define and understand.
thank you."
http://www.flickr.com/photos/swigart/sets/
"thank you all for caring, he really was a great man, he was the city manager of pizmo beach in california, and also of 29 palms, he had two sons, Thane and Jarl. Jarl is joining the marines, and Thane just finished a script for Heart of Darkness. His wife is in mourning, and so is the rest of the family.
i wish you could have all heard him speak, whether it was at my grandfather's funeral or my aunt's wedding, he was magnificent. i don't remember my grandfather's funeral too well, but at my aunts wedding he intertwined his speech with thoughts on the ages of sand. he made people cry, he blew people's minds. he did it all with the gravelly voice of a two pack a day smoker.
i can only hope, that when my life is over, that even one person could feel the admiration of a life well spent that i do of him. he was beyond compare. really. i wish you all could have known him.
rest in peace Michael Swigart. If there is a heaven, i hope you're with your mother and father, and all the people that made up your heritage you sought so hard to define and understand.
thank you."
http://www.flickr.com/photos/swigart/sets/
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