A week or so ago I was crossing into New Mexico. It was a rainy day, but not too cold, so I didn’t mind too much. It was very atmospheric; rain in the desert. The more I thought about it, I realized some of the most beautiful places I have been are borderlands. I tried to come up with examples and counter-examples. I had more examples of than the contrary, and tried to figure out why. Then it dawned on me, it is because they are the most beautiful places, and thus they are contested space. It made me sad, how we fight to partition what is good. What if we shared it? Tragedy of the commons, or TED-esque revolution? The latter for me.

Quote of the day:

Him: “getting some good exercise?”
Me: “800 miles so far.”
Him: “#&@$ man, sure beats watchin TV!”