tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89507987331990030532024-03-12T21:12:23.612-07:00Songs from the ForestA blog about modern life from the perspective of being in an old growth forest.Angela in the Foresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973545558091221347noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950798733199003053.post-72950714058607011632012-06-25T22:53:00.000-07:002012-06-25T23:17:07.623-07:00The ipad Forest<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Been so busy! But let's get right to it. A couple months ago I finally broke down and bought the new iPad. And you say, who cares? I come to this blog to escape the modern world. Or more likely, what are you talking about, I only came here to lift an image and I'm confused by all this. Well bear (pun intended) with me, I will get to the forest part. <br />
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Other then driving through Flagstaff a few times in the past year, there have been no forests for me to return home to. I feel like a starving, lost orphan. And it gets even worse. Recently I've accepted a wonderful teaching position somewhere else and I will be moving....but even further away from the trees. I'm moving here....<br />
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Fascinating, yes.....but not a single tree can be seen for miles. If I'm really super lucky, there might be one toughing it out in the teacher housing parking lot. So I left an area of few trees-to none. At this rate, my next locale will be on the moon. But you know what, I will be okay with it and here is why. I may have talked in another post about how being in a forest for even a brief amount of time seems to suck the mundane thoughts out of your head and you can eventually enter into a meditative state. In environments like the one above you end up in an esoteric state. This is literally because there is nothing else to visually fixate on: Cashlands, Walmarts, or dollar stores. All there is, is you and the vast landscape. After looking out at this for awhile your throughts natuarally drift into concepts of timelessness, creation theories, and the ancients. You go deep, real deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep............like this deep:<br />
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The other thing that is going to get me through my forestlessness is my iPad. Why am I saying such things? Well for starters, my wallpaper is a deep forest scene with ferns all over it. I have every forest and nature app available. I have forest games, songs-you name it. With the new retina techonology, the visuals are like you could just reach your hand in and pick a wildflower. And my iPad goes with me everywhere! Not intending this to turn into a commercial for Apple, I love my iPad for the places it can virtually take me. At anytime I can touch the Netflix app and watch a documentary about forests or national parks with forests. I can get on a travel sight and book my next vacation to a forest- Sequoia National Forest (or park-whatever) this October via Amtrak- here I come! I can bid on forest books on ebay and Amazon, and I can watch videos about forests on YoutTube. I can pass on the wonder of nature to my friends on facebook with the amazing forest pics I post on there. I can draw nature scenes on drawing apps like ArtRage and post those too. A forest in one hand, in my purse, putting me to sleep at night with my campfire scene alarm clock with cricket sounds. Seriously, it's like I carry a mini forest around me everywhere, as I'm always in a forest in my mind anyways.... sidenote- I hope I'm still kinda normal. <br />
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Because I've totally tried that make my apartment look like a forest thing. It just didn't cut it no matter how much I tried. In a real forest I wouldn't have to clean up my crap everywhere, or hear my neighbors pound up and down the steps all day. See what I mean below? Not that same nature-y feeling.<br />
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They probably even have a buzzing bug sound from the speakers and mushrooms growing out of bear poop somewhere. Anyway, I've moved every year for the past six or seven years so and I'm sick of it so I've only kept what I absolutely need to survive. Actually by the time I move to the next apartment in August, it will decorated like this...</div>
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</div>Angela in the Foresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973545558091221347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950798733199003053.post-37844503362334108482011-10-10T10:22:00.000-07:002011-10-14T11:47:40.098-07:00Are Forests Really Evil?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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You know, I just don't buy it. How could a forest be haunted or evil? It's just people's imaginations running wild when walking at night. Forests are so beautiful and peaceful! How could they harbor evil in them when all they have is plants, trees, and cute wildlife? <br />
If you believe in the unseen world of fairies and elves (and I'm not saying I do...), than they could only ever also be seen as magical! Every time they show a haunted forest on TV, especially this time of the year in October, I just see a dark beautiful forest. It's funny how there is never any real evidence of an evil forest on any of the paranormal shows these days, but that topic will <em>definitely</em> be another blog post. <br />
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But now that I think about it, if I have my choice of what to do in the afterlife, maybe I will be a forest ghost too.Maybe I could look something like this....<br />
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I hope I'll be that thin,and hopefully have better boobs too. But not an evil one! I'll just wonder around the woods all day and help out lost people and stuff. But if someone tries to cut down one of my trees I'll do all kinds of ghostly crap to them. Hey, maybe that's why so many woods are "haunted" already? <br />
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Recently I realized I had a few extra bucks in my pocket, and despite all my impending financial obligations I decided I would purchase the most necessary of items, a television. Okay, first off, I'm not one of those who sit by the TV and watch sitcoms, soaps and sports all day. I'd rather self-induce a coma before I'd turn into one of <em>those </em>people. I don't actually <em>see</em> any difference in a coma and people that watch that stuff all day. Whew, I know I'm going to rack up a few angry comments on that one!<br />
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But anyway, I'm actually a History/Discovery/Science/PBS channel junkie. And yes, I do realize how many other people could relate that to being in a coma. However, I simply must be kept up to date on the latest low-budget docudrama. So when I packed up every necessary thing I owned in my tin can on wheels and moved to Arizona recently, I arrived without any TV access. At first I thought, well I can handle it, I have the laptop and Internet access. Then I realized that the awesome WiFi signal that my landlord promised was in reality, a serious piece of crap. It "mysteriously stop working well" around the time I arrived. Oh, and my landlord doesn't know what to do about it since the cable/Internet company closed their office and he can't figure out, or handle, automated phone lines. <br />
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So I sort of hacked into someone else's signal, for as long as that lasts. When I say hacked, I mean they left it unsecured with no password requirement. This allows me to watch half a YouTube video and a whole movie off of Netflix that is interrupted five times so it can reload. Well needless to say, that is getting very old. I guess I'm either spoiled or old fashioned, or both, when I say I want the good old TV format back. <br />
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So I wander in to my local Best Buy to see what's available. You pretty much have to buy a HDTV these days, if you don't, you set off some sort of silent alarm at the store. Then by the time you get home with your back alley, anciently styled relic made in Taiwan, a bunch of men jump out of a white truck with white uniforms and take you to a looney bin. So you might as well appear normal and go with the times with this one, especially since HDTVs are not as expensive anymore. You can buy a decent name brand HDTV for about $300. The only drawback is being that the TV for that price is the size of a postage stamp. <br />
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Well when I went into the store, I was hellbent on something cheap and somewhat modern. I was <strong>NOT</strong> going to overspend. Now, I don't want to accuse Best Buy of the old bait and switch technique, but it was sure funny how they couldn't find the same exact TV I asked for that was plastered in their Labor Day Sale ad. <strong><em>OH</em></strong>, and <strong><em>DON'T YOU DARE</em></strong> try and buy a TV there, or anywhere without buying the protection/service plan! The salespeople will tell you that not buying one is like making an unholy pact with the devil and his minions and then getting it up the you know what later. The sales guy who was helping me must of mentioned it a few hundred times. He literally said, and I'm not making this up in the least, "If you don't buy our Black Tie Service Plan (or whatever it's called), and your TV breaks, then you're out the money and you got Jew-ed down." After I recuperated from the shock of him saying that, I realized what a bummer it was that I didn't have a microphone on me just then so I could walk out of there with anything I wanted. <br />
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So back to the getting what I went in there for part. While waiting on the Hitler's youth (the 18 year old sales guy) to check something for me, I saw it. A big plasma 52" wall mountable TV with 3D capability! I said to myself, "self, you shouldn't go over there and try on those 3D glasses and look at that stunning underwater coral reef show because you can't afford to buy it and you'll just be disappointed and disgusted." Well I don't know why I ever talk to myself because I never listen to myself. I really think I should, because myself is wise and thinks of best courses of action to take, then I go off and do the exact opposite of what myself told me to do.<br />
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Of course I go and look at the coral reef video on the 3D plasma TV that I couldn't afford and I almost cried. It was so beautiful! A gorgeous lion fish came out at me from the TV screen and paraded in front of my eyes. I swear I could almost feel the sway of its long fin-like stingers and faintly tasted a bit of saltwater in my mouth. There for a little bit, it seemed like the lion fish waved one one its' long flowing fins out at me to beckon me to come in his world and stay a bit! And I'm standing there at Best Buy, with Tom Cruise-styled 3D glasses on reaching out to this fish telling him "I will some day, I will some day!" <br />
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So yes, I left Best Buy and the Hitler's youth's' assistance and I was very disappointed. I thought to myself, no other TV will do now. I then headed to Walmart to see if they had anything like that but at a more affordable price. Well you can imagine where this is going to lead. First I had to wait for the one electronics employee (during a Labor Day Sale) to finish activating some one's phone for fifteen minutes. I'm not sure this employee spoke English or understood what I said, but he did sort of tell me that he'll check in the back when I inquired over a certain model. Ten minutes later walking at old-lady-with-a-walker speed, and all the while checking his cell phone, he eventually tells me "we don't have it" and that was it as he continued on past me. <br />
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But at that point I guess I didn't care anymore anyway. That cheapo Vizio 3D TV I was looking at wasn't a plasma and no majestic creation of nature swam out at me, beckoningly. I left Walmart disappointed, but also I left with two hundred bucks less then what I walked in there with because of buying other miscellaneous crap I guess I needed. <br />
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Many lessons to be learned in this post I guess. The main one I'm getting out of this one is to save the money I need this time to get what I want without credit or other means, even if it takes awhile. I won't settle for less, by damn. I'm getting that 3D Plasma TV if it kills me, it's stuck in my mind now and won't leave. Now I'm thinking that the lion fish subliminally planted it there. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For those two people who've noticed that I haven't blogged in awhile, I been really busy and a whole lot of tired. I'm so tired, I'm tired of being tired. In fact, I'm so exhausted that I think I might actually blog about it so I can express it even more! The past month has been strange, wonderful and frustrating all at the same time. And speaking of forests, if I were a tree right now, I would be this tree....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But it is so good to be back blogging. I checked my stats before I began writing this post, and I have a thousand more hits than the last time I posted! That just proves it, there are some people in the world that want forest-oriented blogging! Maybe now, I've finally found my niche in life. Anyway, I think I'm on a easier trail now. I'm getting less and less exhausted everyday and I'm actually starting to enjoy my new job and my new apartment. I now make enough money so that I can afford to drink human jet fuel everyday (energy drinks) and that really helps to transform me in the morning from a useless ball of dead plasma to a functional human being. Yeah, they may kill me one day, but at least I will have accomplished something by then. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Even though I grew up in a particular religious tradition, I've always been kind of a metaphysics junkie. I remember being a little kid scouring the adult paranormal section at the Miamisburg, Ohio library for ghost stories because I thought the children's section was too juvenile. And I also have to admit I love the cheesy kind of new age art like the picture above. This kind of genre will never end up at Sotheby's or on the cover of Modern Art, but I love it's other-worldliness and it's "age of Aquarius" color scheme. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I mean, really, what are you supposed to do with these supposed power parts on your body? All I know so far is that you're supposed to keep them aligned and there are a lot ways you can supposedly do that like with yoga and stuff. Apparently, if you're feeling funky, out of sorts, or even sick, your chakras can be misaligned. When I have these symptoms, it usually means I need to procure some caffeine, <strong><u><em>FAST</em></u></strong>. Or maybe I'll just sit outside in the sun for a few minutes and clear my head. If I'm feeling <em>really</em> discombobulated, I'll drive all the way to my Doctor so he can look at me like I'm a hypochondriac and tell me that he'll run some tests "<em>if you want me to</em>". But anyway, I really started questioning the importance of chakras when I saw a thing online somewhere that was talking about the chakras of trees. Now c'mon, even a tree hugger like me has got to be skeptical about that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Angela in the Foresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973545558091221347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950798733199003053.post-68539919908938755412011-07-13T20:04:00.000-07:002011-07-13T20:04:18.604-07:00Forest of Illusions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK22P-SvD5_YYLTV4sIxvllSAGZdMTSRpudot7X2xVgpGauVH_nQJjs5-RHMROQOvqbaBzVT9LyVO8RX9FejPozbS2_vgZrjaa8NsgTent_ir-_FyUpZBjE2b4dq7xMrpZvPSRNp1t1JU/s1600/LostGardensofHeligan1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK22P-SvD5_YYLTV4sIxvllSAGZdMTSRpudot7X2xVgpGauVH_nQJjs5-RHMROQOvqbaBzVT9LyVO8RX9FejPozbS2_vgZrjaa8NsgTent_ir-_FyUpZBjE2b4dq7xMrpZvPSRNp1t1JU/s400/LostGardensofHeligan1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Delightful forest setting, or <span style="color: #990000; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>creepy skull</em></strong></span>!</div><br />
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Ridin' on into Heebie-Jeebieville! Probably not a good place to see a man about a horse <em>(snicker, snicker</em>). <br />
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Probably the only time you've ever seen anybody wear a cloak these days was at the awesome-ist of all outdoor events, the Renaissance Faire. Otherwise known to me as the only place that exists that doesn't think I'm too strange. Think what you may think of ren faire participants, they are one of the only living legacies of the most versatile garment of all time.<br />
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</div>Well, I've always been a little "different". I've always been a little strangely obsessed about nature. Might as well start dressing the part. Except that I would need a full service florist to get me dressed everyday. Hmmm...that would be outrageously expensive... I guess I would have to go into the forest myself with pruning shears, tape and a stapler. Doesn't sound very comfortable (and risky), but we do have to suffer for our styles these days, don't we? <br />
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Now here is my new coat. It's warm, earthy, and won't be mistaken for anyone else's on the coat rack. <em>The</em> perfect outerwear to show your Earth Day event supremacy, especially since everyone just showed up for the refreshments. <br />
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Anymore I can't be picky. If he's got one foot in the grave (looks like it) and comes from old forest money, I am <em>so</em> puttin' a ring on that. Heck, I've already got the wedding dress picked out for it.<br />
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This is definitely a case of form following function. Not only does this dress for the reception scream "PARTY", no one will be able to see how smashed I'm getting for the honeymoon. LOL!!!!<br />
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Anyway, this book is <em>The Grimoire Book Chronicles: Veil Between Worlds</em> by Sally Dubats<em>. </em>Check out the video below to get a feel for it. It looks to be really gothic-alicious!<br />
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Too bad I couldn't push somebody off right now (I kid). Well it's that time again, life just served me up a big whopping plate of change. I'm standing out on yet another precipice, and I have no idea of what I'm looking out at. No signs or hint buttons from here on out. I think I've got a pretty good chance of surviving it though. When you're changing, it may not always be for the better, but yet you still somehow progress. Funny how life is like that.<br />
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Even the stupid journeys I've made in life that seemed to produce no fruitful outcome seem to evolve into unique manifestations.<br />
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But the older I get, the clearer I can see that an epic fail earlier in my life may not have advanced me any, but did help me understand something more pertinent later down the line. Having that knowledge, it is imperative from this point on to have no regrets. Life isn't up to our own ambitious designs, it's just what naturally evolves. Regrets = bad use of time planning your next adventure.<br />
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</div>Your best effort in pursuing dreams is to go for the one that you're naturally adept at. Are you totally hilarious and have a ton of people standing around you laughing all the time? Then quit screwing around in community college and learn what it takes to be a comedian. Spend all damn day on your laptop, and you're not working or employed? Then get your butt into an IT or programmer certification program, and stop perturbing people on Facebook or Youtube. Is the only thing you're good at is having the latest smart phone with service without ever maintaining a job? Then quit loitering wherever you're loitering at and work that baby to score you a reality show deal. Lesson here is, never look past an emerging opportunity while absorbed into something comparatively useless. <br />
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Of course in this day and age, opportunities are frighteningly scarce. You can thank globalization for that. <br />
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Our lovely elected and non-elected finance officials have turned us into a zombie nation of job hunters duking it out over crap jobs like this one:<br />
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So you have to look for it in unusual places. Now is the time to pounce while everyone else is still reeling from the effects of our <strike>corrupt</strike> economy. You snooze, you loose. <br />
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When everyone is griping about what is all going on around them, you've got to think fast and look towards emerging trends in the future (i.e., health care, energy crisis, education, technology). From there, you can plot your road to success. We're in a new age that is in the midst of a rapidly changing, global technological infrastructure. This is <strong><em><u>not</u></em></strong> the time to be opening a gift shop in the strip mall. Pick a trend in the future, study it, and hit up the first opportunity you come across in it. <br />
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What was once the lovable icon of forest fire prevention, Smokey has found himself inserted into any type of joke imaginable. I've provided a few examples below. I had to leave out several examples that were <strike>way funnier</strike> sort of vulgar. Unfortunately with the word "smokey" in your name, and the Internet being a perv haven, you'll find a lot of drug/sex mock-ups. I do somewhat strive to keep this blog family friendly for the one or two that might read it. I'll start out with the lamest one...<br />
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There is a lot of emotions mixed in with moving besides all the physical work involved. I hate coming across old photos of times from the past that I would rather forget:<br />
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It also probably doesn't help that I'm the world's worst packer. Like for instance, you will <strong><em>never </em></strong>see me pack clothes in something as methodical as this:<br />
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My clothes all get moved in trash bags! And it's not bagged up dry cleaner style either. I pack up absolutely only what I need to hygienically survive in my car and if I can't fit it all in the back of my trunk without body slamming it three times, it gets pitched at the car wash trash can! Here is a better depiction of my moving style:<br />
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I've also learned after several moves to not be a hoarder. Everything you haul up in your pad, you have to hand carry it out eventually.<br />
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Usually a few months before I move I pack up a bunch of stuff and sell it on Ebay. By the time I get it sold and pay for shipping and Paypal, I've made enough money to buy the good quality kind of trash bags to pack the really irreplaceable stuff in. <br />
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This move is especially scary because I can't find a place to live yet. Every decent apartment I find is too far away. Some apartments look great online, but when you check past tenant reviews people write things about them like "cockroach zoo", or "I'd rather slit my wrists then move back there." At this point, I'm thinking about this strategy if I can find a good, secluded area:<br />
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I'm hoping a few months from now I will look back to this time and laugh about my apartment anxiety and moving apprehension. I would also like to think that maybe someone, anyone, will miss me from here too.<br />
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....because in reality, nature really is a battle for the survival of the fittest. Animals attacking each other, plants and insects that can kill you, things that can fall from the trees and knock you unconscious....I could go on, and on, and on. This causes the nature newbies to go into instant shock: Where are the birds that follow me and sing songs to me as I stroll? Why is this trail so uneven and uphill? Why do I have to have to hear these old peoples' TV blasting <em>The Wheel Of Fortune </em>out of their RV at atomic levels?<br />
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But you should. Americans have enough woe to deal with considering our economy can't even pay for basic education needs now, and we're dealing with the fact that the American dream is soon going to be some other countries' dream. The last thing we need is another <em>caught red-handed politician</em> in the ranks. You are the dead tree right now, thrusted out in the midst of a garden of desperate hope.<br />
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The GPS is our forever friend now. There is no need to revert to those atrocious forest maps ever again. Of course the constant doomsday argument is, someday we might need those skills again! No! We won't! I can't stand doomsayers!!! These people need to spend less time concocting end of the world scenarios and more time improving their own lives. Then they will actually like their life and the world, and they will maybe spend more productive time dreaming up ways of improving the world. The only way we are going to <strong><em><u>have</u></em></strong> to revert back to orienteering techniques is if a giant meteor or comet from outer space hits us and knocks out all the satellites with it. <br />
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They are cute little forest critters just wondering what the noise is when you walk by them. The worst thing that could probably happen to you in the night forest is that you could trip and fall, and your mouth could land on a poisonous mushroom and swallow it. <br />
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Damn it! I wish people would stop photographing me hangin' out in the backyard! lol</div>Angela in the Foresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973545558091221347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950798733199003053.post-78165829495771327432011-06-07T22:38:00.000-07:002011-06-07T22:38:47.944-07:00Forest Picture of the Week<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><img height="633" id="il_fi" src="http://www.faqs.org/photo-dict/photofiles/list/5507/7221birch_forest.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="420" /><br />
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Soooooooo Boo-tiful!! Don't forget to take my weekly poll too! </div>Angela in the Foresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973545558091221347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950798733199003053.post-70594133668878952011-06-07T22:04:00.000-07:002011-06-07T22:04:54.223-07:00Forest Fires! No matter what they say! They SUCK!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWSm51k1PXh2Mw-kL4haOgkc5F7z2BRzK7upIdB1383TcOQ3Osl_yBA5CbKl2hlny7LuoWulwnP1hZNvObUNGN0qBkMg_iGIOsGdaOIw7d8pyKoy7psQYL_L8325_XUEWU3kR-_dEN2yM/s1600/forest_fire_fail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWSm51k1PXh2Mw-kL4haOgkc5F7z2BRzK7upIdB1383TcOQ3Osl_yBA5CbKl2hlny7LuoWulwnP1hZNvObUNGN0qBkMg_iGIOsGdaOIw7d8pyKoy7psQYL_L8325_XUEWU3kR-_dEN2yM/s400/forest_fire_fail.jpg" width="262" /></a></div><br />
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Eastern Arizona has been ablaze with forest fires lately. Yes, I was actually surprised they had big enough forests in Arizona to create such a big disaster myself. It seems like these days, you hear about a forest fire raging on all the time, somewhere on the planet. If you are nowhere near one, you really never think much about it. If you are near one, I can imagine it must be absolutely horrifying. These Arizona people below are packing up and splittin' town.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nice thing to put in your kid's room after watching Bambi. I like the part on the bottom where the animals are running for safety! I guess these macabre lamps come from the 50's, and these specific ones are from an antique shop. God, the fifties were weird. Yet, even I have to admit, that despite the awesome destruction of a forest fire -<em>if you remove yourself far away from it</em>- there is something tragically beautiful about a forest fire. If you Google forests, you will find the most visually arresting forest scenes to be the ones on fire! Especially the night scenes, like the one below;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Yeah!</strong> Now, that's what I'm talking about! This robot kicks forest fire butt first, and <em>never </em>takes a name later! As far as I know, the robot doesn't have a name. I would have to give it a name in honor of Smokey the Bear. I would have to name this robot, Smoketron the Bada**. If I was rich I would purchase thousands of these robots to help firefighters fight forest fires everywhere. But, I would have to keep one for myself. He would be great for going to the grocery store for me at around 5:30 pm when everybody else and their dog is there. I'd bring him to rock concerts with me so he could carve out a comfortable place for me to stand. I'm going to Disney World this summer, so he can help me get up faster to the front of the line of Space Mountain. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>Angela in the Foresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973545558091221347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950798733199003053.post-68768659794007877702011-06-04T20:27:00.000-07:002011-06-04T20:27:48.569-07:00Lost in the complaining Forest: Only bad if you're proud of it.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8rXP52pi4zE-rsif5a38BfZivNmB30WyVcDUYNNkl3mdeb0RARZoPrcqjimxlIJJ6TuDCCsopURJZ4KFrvpz1VWEnX1An0zrRQtdkr005OHy0XeliRDkeQe6gpkXaLfhXKkrtBY-cxo/s1600/complaining%252520forest-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8rXP52pi4zE-rsif5a38BfZivNmB30WyVcDUYNNkl3mdeb0RARZoPrcqjimxlIJJ6TuDCCsopURJZ4KFrvpz1VWEnX1An0zrRQtdkr005OHy0XeliRDkeQe6gpkXaLfhXKkrtBY-cxo/s400/complaining%252520forest-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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This picture above is called <em>The Complaining Forest </em>and is actually an art installation by Olaf Breuning. It got me thinking about the oldest human activity of all time; complaining. We all do it, and we all do it more than we realize so it really makes me mad when I see self-righteous crap like this posted around places:<br />
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So the UN is doing something special for the forests this year. Yay for them! I decided that no self-respecting forest blogger would forget to mention it, so whenever I find out something exciting is going on with it I will write about it on here. I do realize I'm a little late on getting in on this, but I guess better late than never. Anyway, so far the whole sha-bang looks like a bunch of boring talks. But I did, so far, find one exciting participatory event. Walt Disney World's Animal Kingdom theme park is supposed to have an International Year of the Forests celebration on July 27th. Of course, that is three days after I will be leaving there! Dang it! The fates really peeve me off sometimes. So far the information I have been looking for on this has been <em>nil</em>. Looks like I am going to have to do some good old fashioned letter writing/detective work. I will let you know what I find out.<br />
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</div>Apparently England is a bad place to live if you have a foot fetish. But I saved the best for last, I think. I don't know what this is. If it's a book cover, where is the author's name? Is this all about deforestation? What's he doing on that tree? OMG, if I contemplate this any longer I'll end up in a padded room. <br />
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