Cold morning on Aztec Peak Fire Lookout. First, build fire in old stove. Second, start coffee. Then, heat up last night's pork chops and spinach for breakfast. Why not? And why the hell not?

The hawk's cry is as sharp as its beak.

Women who love only women may have a good point.

In the land of bleating sheep and braying jackasses, one brave and honest man is bound to create a scandal.

Those art lovers who pride themselves mostly on *taste* usually possess no other talent.

I despise my own nation most. Because I know it best. Because I still love it, suffering from Hope. For me, that's patrotism.

The feminists have a legitimate grievance. But so does everyone else.