fire in the hoe!

the angora fire still burns and bears wander around homeless, confused, and hungry.

so if you ever wanted to do it, now's as good a time as any to go on up to tahoe, get stoned, and fight a bear.

arnold has called the firefighters "true heroes," while he summers in europe.

i've got half a mind to summer on the continent as well. go arnold!

in other news, things keep looking up for this 10-week road trip documentary debacle that i'll be attempting to co-write and produce while lugging around ridiculous amounts of audio gear. this morning, i got offered an opportunity to go back into the fray on The First 48, this time in cincinnati (tentative blog title: cincinatti blood reds), but i had to turn it down so i can theoretically live in a motor home and tour around the country filming perky canadian boys. every queen's dream, queen!

meanwhile, the weight of the dissolution of my relationship has settled on me and i don't like it one bit.

some things hit you like a bullet train on a sparrow, others are more like the pressure in the depths of the mariana trench on a slowly descending, poorly sealed submarine.

good times!