A New Name

So, I changed the header on this little exercise in blathering.

I have a couple of reasons, but first and foremost, now that I'm clear of Utah and back in Alaska, I can honestly say that I do not, in fact, hate it here.

It's home, or as much home as I can claim anywhere, and the land is the sort of thing dreams are made of. For one thing, it's actually possible to get away from the rest of the human race if one is so inclined.

I can do things like fire my guns without having the police show up.

Even in our cities, places like Anchorage (where I am sitting, at present), one can see impressive natural features without having to look terribly hard. My 11th-floor hotel room has a commanding view of the Cook inlet. Not a boat in sight, either. What I love most is how the city, the most built-up, urbanized part of it, just dead-ends at the beach. You can go from modest-sized city to empty space in ten steps.

I'm glad I was born before humanity filled up the land. I can see it coming- my childhood haunts are getting houses put on them, old trails now dead-end, or worse, get converted into driveways. And if this happens in Alaska, of all places... It'll be a miracle if there's any open space that isn't some kind of park left in a few decades.

And I have no stomach for a world even more crowded than the one we've got.

'Cause I may not hate it HERE, but you can bet your ass I hate PEOPLE.