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Well I am back out in the mountains, Christmas was good I got some nice things, lots of coffee stuff and a new copy of war and peace, and a cosco membership. But my favorate thing was seeing my one year old niece from Ohio, she had my heart from day one now I really miss her but that’s life you can’t live every where at the same time.

So I am in canyon city, co doing helicopter stuff and thinking, am I really getting paid to do such a cool job? Today I drove all around the mountains following the copter seeing parts of Colorado I never would have gone before and getting paid for it!

I am more and more impressed with technology. Google maps for mobiles has just made things easier to find your location with out GPS, it finds your approximate location with out gps, just by using cell towers. Pretty cool and free.

Well this is another mobile blog so it won’t be long.
This week at work the guy I usually work with us gone since he is my boss I am working on my own sort of, which kind of stresses me out since I need to stay busy, even though there is lots to do I am timid to jump into projects I am not familiar with, but I only need to go through one more day like this until jay gets back, so here’s hoping for a quick one.

So now I can post by my mobile phone, not to bad.

 

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Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I would perish in the embrace of his stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure and are awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us. Each single angel is terrifying. And so I force myself, swallow and hold back the surging call of my dark sobbing. Oh, to whom can we turn for help? Not angels, not humans; and even the knowing animals are aware that we feel little secure and at home in our interpreted world.