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my domain expires on the 29th. so if I dont get it renewed, oh well.

So I have been really geeking out on camping, hiking anything that I should only do in the warm weather.

I got this book, “The complete walker IV” its really geeky, but really helpful for all kinds of camping knowledge. I reccomend it, at least check it from your library.

Also I seem to have a slight camping/hiking stove thing, I own 4 stoves.

1, car camping propane 2 burner, 2. wisperlite. 3. the primus small stove, 4. homemade beer can stove, and now I want the sierra stove.

The sierra stove is a non-fuel burning stove, it uses a fan to make use of anything that burns and turn it hotter and more effective. the fan is powered by a AA batt and last 6 hours. I want one.

So anybody want to go camping.

This stove was made from 2 beer cans,a metal hanger, and a Gerber multi tool.

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   I received a ballot in the mail today, so my first project is to decide who I should vote for(I am 24 and have not voted and the guilt is building up to explosion now)

Today I also have started to build a stove using beer cans. Tim Poindexter sent me this link and it has been an unhealthy obsession since that moment.

Also I need to get ready to leave for a couple of days in Utah to fix a helicopter.

My life is a joke sometimes, or at best a children’s story.

 

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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.