Things against stuff.

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Originally uploaded by amnesoid.

When I am in need of something to blame, I never resist the opportunity to blame coffee. Sometimes, when I blame coffee with enough fervor, I even stop gorging myself with it like it is the cure.

Most recently, I have blamed coffee for my inability to complete a sentence which is error-free, and also of historic significance, and prophetic, and which will change peoples' lives. I cannot seem to construct sentences with these basic properties, lately, and so I have blamed coffee. I would blame my brain tumor, but we are still feeling each other out and I don't want to begin on my wrong feets.

By the way, here is a photograph of a rocky mountain. Is it not rocky? I think that the Rocky Mountains are very aptly named, but that is just my dumb opinion.

I allowed myself to tour the Banff Provincial Park for four hours on Sunday, at a speed of 100 kph. This is the reason that most of my photographs contain automobile parts, such as sideview mirrors, which almost allow for a 'photograph-within-a-photograph' effect. The only thing that the photographs do not happen to Capture, is the Danger which is involved when focusing and framing at 100 kph.

Anyway, I am a fan of mountains, and I am often mistaken for a rugged lumberjack type of fellow, who makes countless grammatical errors. It was almost painful, to see so many mountains and not Conquer them Mercilessly, but I remind you of my four-hour window, which I was to remain faithful to.

I will plan to plan to arrange a more extensive mountain adventure, sometime before my brain tumor dissolves my ability to plan and/or walk and hike.

The highway out of the mountains descends square into the abyss that is Calgary, and that is where I spent Sunday evening. The sociologist in me wished to go to the bar, next door to my hotel, to observe the natives in the midst of an 'elimination game' scenario for their hometown Flames, who are an NHL hockey team. Their season was ended like a knifes through the heartss, in overtime by an American hockey team. The citizens stared into space, contentedlessly, or something. And then the bar manager asked the nonsmokers if it was alright if the smokers could smoke a cigarette out of sadness and lack of victory, and for my part I said "Yes!", because I was observing and wanted to see what would happen if people in a bar began to smoke cigarettes.

Calgary will be alright, despite the loss of their beloved hockey team's year of efforts. No less than two customers were hired for jobs at the bar, during my short visit. If YOU wanted to move to Calgary, dear reader, you would most assuredly be asked to take over a management position at Microsoft by the time your supper arrived.

This picture of a rocky mountain is from outside of the car.