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If you aren't aware of what I'm talking about (re: the muellecito), check out this page from Coralations, from back in 2006. It is now 2013 and the progress that came before has gone far, far backwards - laws, rights, humanity and Culebra be damned, by Victor Gonzalez.
We could do worse, far worse than to remember and be inspired by Edward Abbey, a man that I wish was alive to celebrate his 86th birthday (which was yesterday, but he's dead and I doubt he'd mind much). Here is an essay, written in 1999, that is worth the time it will take to read it, and a video essay of the man himself that I really enjoyed and hope you will as well. And if this gets your fighting juices flowing, head out to the muellecito and let El Diablo Victor Gonzalez know how you feel.
Thanks, Doug Brown, for the links and reminder!
Yesterday I only rebelled against being anywhere on land where I should have been by being on water, where I needed to be. It was so much where I needed to be that crashing on the spare bed to see the morning was the only option available. Thanks, lady in the purple houseboat. Thanks, mi amiga, for feeding the chickens!
|I didn't take a lot of afternoon photos because we were busy rearranging furniture and perfecting the art of making space and making do. Along with a few cocktails to celebrate.|
Waking up at dawn made up for the earlier lack. I tried for a few middle of the night photos but unless you are deeply drawn to blackness with a green buoy light tiny in the midst of it, they weren't a success.
|Good morning sun and clouds!|
|Low tide at the reef|
Life is good. And, as Edward Abbey said, "Life is too short for...regret. Or bullshit."
Have a take-action Thursday. Do something.