Thursday, March 31, 2011 - Harrah's Convenience Store, Laughlin NV
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Oooooh... It Feels Good to Stretch!, Great Blue Herons, Burro Creek AZ, March 28, 2011
Bah!
On discovering these herons nesting on the cliff across the creek from Burro Creek Campground late Saturday afternoon I took literally a thousand pictures that afternoon and early the next morning only to discover every single one of them was at least slightly blurry. Some were worse than others but none were as crisp as I expected with my camera mounted on my firmly planted tripod. It took quite a while for me to figure this one out - I forgot to turn off the camera's image stabilization system. It gets confused by the stability of the tripod and shakes the camera trying to figure out what's happening. Bah!
Night camp
Site 17 - Harrah's Convenience Store RV Parking, Laughlin NV
- Good Verizon cell phone and Broadband service are available here.
- Locate Harrah's Laughlin Convenience Store on my Night Camps map
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When Hope Dies
When you give up on hope, something even better happens than it not killing you, which is that in some sense it does kill you. You die. And there's a wonderful thing about being dead, which is that they—those in power—cannot really touch you anymore. Not through promises, not through threats, not through violence itself. Once you're dead in this way, you can still sing, you can still dance, you can still make love, you can still fight like hell—you can still live because you are still alive, more alive in fact than ever before. You come to realize that when hope died, the you who died with the hope was not you, but was the you who depended on those who exploit you, the you who believed that those who exploit you will somehow stop on their own, the you who believed in the mythologies propagated by those who exploit you in order to facilitate that exploitation. The socially constructed you died. The civilized you died. The manufactured, fabricated, stamped, molded you died. The victim died.
And who is left when that you dies? You are left. Animal you. Naked you. Vulnerable (and invulnerable) you. Mortal you. Survivor you. The you who thinks not what the culture taught you to think but what you think. The you who feels not what the culture taught you to feel but what you feel. The you who is not who the culture taught you to be but who you are. The you who can say yes, the you who can say no.