At War with Art

On Friday I was admiring the creativity of Nature for producing limitless unique snowflakes.

After driving to and back from Missoula this weekend in the worst road conditions I've ever experienced, I couldn't help but think I was a war with her art.  Waves of white flying at the windshield like stars during warp-drive.  Icy roads hidden under a never-ending blanket of slippery mush.

A reminder that Nature's beauty will always have a distinct wrath hidden within the contours of its design.

Creative

If no two snowflakes are alike, and it has snowed as much as it did last night, I can't help but think... 'Wow Nature, you are very creative.'

Moldova

My morning routine today was cut short when I was called in early to work because I was needed to 'deal with a problem.'

When I arrived I discovered that 'the problem' was an angry Moldovian trucker who had been waiting there for a handful of hours to be unloaded.

I walked away from the experience a smarter man, for I learned that you should never deal with an angry Moldovian trucker.  Rather, you should never deal with an angry Moldovian.  Ever.

Kessler Ghosts

The warehouse where I work at used to be the old Kessler Brewery in Helena, Montana.  It was built in the late 1860s and has somewhat of a storied past of entrepreneurialism and prohibition era industry.  The building has been demolished and rebuilt a hand-full of times, but the original 'core' of the building still exists and has been converted into room after winding room of storage.  Badly damaged in 1935 by earthquakes that rattled Helena, no less than 2 men lost their lives inside the building over the centuries.

It truly is a wondrously old place to earn my living.  We are constantly finding false-walls and doors that lead to bricked off nowheres.  A few months ago we discovered a small sealed wooden box at the end of a narrow tunnel leading 5 feet deep into a wall (we opened it, it was empty).  A few days ago we moved a shelving unit to discover a door (we opened it) that led to a small empty room that looks like it hadn't seen light in decades.

Broken wine bottles are frequently discovered in the morning when we arrive, smashed in the middle of aisles of three-tiered wine storage racks.  Perhaps we should put an end to opening of sealed boxes and rooms...

East Acre and Beyond

East Acre and Beyond, like the town I named it after, has been very quiet and 'keep to itself' as of late.

Time to shake it up.

Maybe i should run for mayor...

...or city council ward...

...maybe I should just change my morning routine to include a blog entry again.

Not Where I Do My Drinking

The weekend saw me bowl one of the best games of my life, a great work party with some great people, and me getting kicked out of two different bars in downtown Helena in the span of about an hour.

This is what I learned:

Downtown Helena is not where I do my drinking anymore.

Mythological Experiment

The Greek hero Perseus' bravery has never been in question.  Yet, perhaps if he were more inquisitive he would try an experiment with lights refraction in regards to Medusa's gaze.  You see, if you look Medusa dead in the eye or through a mirror's reflection, one will turn to stone.  I wonder if you were to use a prism to warp her glare, if the play of light would also alter her magic, turning one into something such as tree bark, or Greek Yogurt.