that outside at night is the second best kind of outside. And sometimes, it trades places with the first, depending on how the world is feeling.

I think I’m bad at blogging. But I am good at being outside. 

…I think about all the people that make me mad. The people that say and do stupid things, that fail in basic tests of social skills and considerations for others, who have severely myopic worldviews, who have more hate than love in their hearts, who hide from and beat down truth and life and all that is right. I think about them and it makes me angry.

Then I sit back and realize that in whatever measure matters to me, I will be far more successful in life than those people, and I feel better. 

I’m not good at posting things. Oh well, I only talk about myself anyway. 

My life is going to all of a sudden be much more busy. I’m going to have less time to goof off.

Whatever will I do.

You know, I’d be okay with an empty wallet.

At least I’ll always have trees…

Today I was in the central valley.

Outside in other places suck. Dead grass as far as the eye can see…I’m not sure I can live without trees. Guess I will see.

It all makes sense now. Stay tuned.

It looked sunny outside, and the leaves were still at my inland house, so I figured it would be a great day for a bike ride. And in the end, it was, but it definitely wasn’t the warm, pleasant, easy ride I’d hope for. The wind was howling and the air was incredibly cold; the uncovered parts of my body were none too happy, and the entire ride was a struggle to move quickly enough to keep my body warm. This aspect of the ride, for sure, could have been a lot more fun.

But there is something I’ve noticed: on sunny, windy days, the ocean is at it’s most beautiful. Something about the choppiness of the waves on these days brings out the best reflection of the sky, the deepest blue, and the short waves accent the scene with dancing ribbons of white. It’s truly a site to see, almost as breathtaking as the difficult ride against the wind.

It’s sort of a metaphor for life, I think, that the best days to see the ocean are also the worst. 

…I just don’t have anything interesting to say, or the energy to say it. But someday I will.

I realized that I should do more than just post text on this blog. So from time to time I’ll include random photographs that I’ve taken. 

Today I was in a car that drove past the entrance to the old GP Mill property, and it reminded me of a tour I’d taken of the now-closed area. I wish I’d taken a better picture, but I think that this stretch of coastline is going to become iconic for Fort Bragg in the future, when it opens up to the public. I feel a little bit robbed that I wasn’t able to grow up with access to this beautiful place, but it makes me happy that many others will, and I really look forward to the day when I will be able to walk all the way from Noyo Harbor to MacKerricher. This mill site should be the future of Fort Bragg, and I think that it’s a good future.

It took me a few days, but I’ve finally realized the glaring problem with my blog. Well, there are two, actually. One, the title is way too long. When I have a great army of followers, it’s going to be problematic for all of these loyal readers to remember such a long name. My plans for internet takeover have been jeopardized. But I guess I shouldn’t really be worrying about that right now, since as far as I can tell, I have a grand total of zero followers. Which brings me to the real problem: I don’t have anything  interesting to write about. And from there, I don’t really know where to go. So, as of now, my blog has a new theme: finding something to blog about. Because the successful blogs all have themes. Maybe it’s gardening, or poetry, or cutting down mailboxes, but the real interesting reads are more than people just talking to themselves (crap). So now, I embark on the next great journey: finding a theme.

Goodnight, my tremendous army of followers.