The Great Trinity Forest Hike

Now that I have a new camera, I will post photos after our Saturday hike along the Trinity River's edge. Perhaps freeze hawks in mid-flight and discover photogenic woodland creatures on the beaten path.

I was reminded of Thoreau last night. To christen the hike, here are a few Transcendental verses. Please chant the following to yourself using the "NightSwimming" melody from REM. I'm listening to it right now and, strangely, the oboe (hautebois) works with Thoreau's rhyme.

It is no dream of mine,
To ornament a line;
I cannot come nearer to God and Heaven
Than I live to Trinity Forest even.
I am it's stony shore,
And the breeze that passes o'er;
In the hollow of my hand
Are its water and its sand,
And its deepest resort
Lies high in my thought.

Thoreau did not want to play a part of the landscape, of his pond. He wanted to become the landscape. So will I.

I'd like to thank Amanda Owens for giving me my 'Idea' book last weekend. I don't know who said this, but I'll quote it anyway: 'Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.' My next entry will be about the Morgan rabbits & the Great Flood.

Come on, you've got 3 minutes.

Here's Weapon of Choice by Fatboy Slim. It's an oldie, but a goodie. I remember the first time I watched it, I wanted to steal Christopher Walken's moves. I still do.

Whomever is next to get hitched, if you play it at your wedding, I'll show you what I've learned so far.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=sMZwZiU0kKs

Enjoy! And Happy Saturday!

Jager

Glad I caught your attention. Well, it's 12:48 a.m. central standard time, and I just got back from shaking it with seven of my friends and I know "7" because I bought seven jager shots. We went to Al Amir, this Lebanese restaurant where you can eat a feast, break manna, share two bottles of wine. Then you choose between two dance floors. It's the type of restaurant that probably has several other dance floors hidden behind mirrors and caged dining booths. The tassels of the belly dancers probably deceive us from the things that go in and out of those doors.

So I was there tonight. . . with Zane, Jennifer, Kevin, Megan, Andrea, Craig, and welcome back veteran dancer Erika Huddleston! Who spent the majority of the last visit to Al Amir in the parking lot . . . talking to someone.

Hooray! We danced like fools. I dance like a fool. The belly dancer gave me her business card. Perhaps I can be writer by day, dancer by night, eh? As the wise Shakira once said:
My hips don't lie. Oh, non, non, non.

I must sleep now. Though ABBA's Dancing Queen is ringing in my head (as my theme song for the evening), I must depart to my sheets for z z zing.

Farewell. If you want to dance with me, just invite me to a club that has disco lights, mirrors, and plays random lebanese versions of Beyonce. Surreal.

i will post pix tomorrow --- Andrea took mooooocho of them!