I find comfort in maps. Elevation, longitude, coordinates, latitude... all are constants, things that can be examined, things that can be relied on. The distance between A and B will always be X. The numbers won't betray me, they won't lie to me, they won't call me names.

I've already worked out next year's journey to Burning Man and back. At least two additional journeys await. There are places to go, things to be seen, adventures to explore. The open road has always been a place where I can think clearly, where things fall into place. It's kind of a zen experience. The road is neither good nor bad. It just is.

I hope to do a lot more traveling next year, to go down roads I've never seen before, to sleep under new and familiar skies. The past month has been very depressing for me. Maps show the way and cheer me up. There is still hope in this world.


Earlier this week it was $1.78. Two days ago, it was $1.89. Today, regular unleaded gasoline is selling for $1.99 a gallon in Broken Arrow.

Dear Trump Voters...

So, lemmie get this straight...

You voted against Hillary because it was possible her emails might have disclosed top secret information.

So you voted for the guy who is considering David Patraeus (who really did disclose top secret information) for Secretary of State. *LINK*

Way to go, Trump voters. Way to go.


America isn't easy. America is advanced citizenship. You've gotta want it bad, 'cause it's gonna put up a fight.

It's gonna say, "You want free speech? Let's see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil, who's standing center stage and advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours."

You want to claim this land as the land of the free? Then the symbol of your country cannot just be a flag. The symbol also has to be one of its citizens exercising his right to burn that flag in protest. Now show me that, defend that, celebrate that in your classrooms.

Then you can stand up and sing about the land of the free.

--"The American President" (1995)