Deerhunter - Snakeskin

How about a palette cleanser.

It's so hot in LA I might need to turn a fan on. The kids are back in school and my carpet needs to be replaced or removed, I am back from Milolii with a shell collection and pockets out and sand is every which where.

Thoughts from the sea:

There's no better eating than camp eating.

We occasionally come to a fork in the road, each path appearing equally perilous, our destination unknown. Here, rationality is our map, emotional honesty a compass.

I would rather die drowning from my failures and heartbreaks than have taken a predictable and unrewarding course, I only ask that my efforts be rewarded in a beautiful time and accompanied with good friends. To be remembered is a foolish and nearly impossible ambition, but to lead a memorable life probably better than not.

When we meet dolphins in the wild our first instinct is to get closer. Be near to me, Dolphin! Come let me pet you!  And then what next? If we could, we'd all ask dolphins to come live with us at home. Everyone would ask this of the dolphin, we need more of the dolphin. We need all of it. What if the dolphin humored us?

"Okay, find me a salt pool, and some kelp, and food, we'll come with you where ever you like." We'd take the dolphin family home and pet them all day. We'd have dolphin family dinner parties and the dolphins would be good guests; they are smart animals and enjoy a change of place. But over time we would grow tired of the dolphin, and the dolphin of our conversations. We would become bored with its leathery skin and uncomfortable with dolphin sex acts.

One day the dolphin mother would call an Uber and we would all nod our heads in silent agreement as the pod fit in the sedan and headed back to the sea. We would never speak to the dolphins again.

When you see a dolphin, love it as it is separate from you. We can't have more all the time, or ever, with anything.

Camping trips are best left to two nights.