This is what I lack

Above you will find a picture of my recent trip to various national parks (the one concerned is, indeed, Grand Teton. There is something about being away from a place like that and it eats at me. Its nothing fierce and I can't say that I would rather be there instead of here now because that would be a lie. Rather, its a simple gnawing. Difficult to describe.

Preparations for the rather large move out east begin this weekend. I finish my work in the midwest then and I'll fly home to pack, prepare, make extended animal sacrifices, play craps (which they have just legalized in CO), drink, and so on and so forth. I need to be in Philadelphia on the 15th, so I am thinking that leaving on August 10th should give me plenty of time on the road. I have plans to stop in Lexington, KY for a spell and catch up with some good people.

Lastly, I want to make note of the possibility of a new author joining us. He has recently left his homeland to come east and should be quite a welcome addition. I' sure he will introduce himself when the time presents itself.

HBM Out

he himself has said it and its greatly to his credit

Future Considerations

A return form exile is never easy. There are many ducks, as it were, one must line up. The first of which I have gloriously fucked up by purchasing two of the same casebooks by mistake. Now I am an extra $128 in the hole and hoping against hope that Amazon.com might regularly invoke the term "mercy" from their vast and commercial vernacular.

Being in the wilderness gives you calm. I have just returned from a weeks worth of backpacking/canoeing in the GRand Teton/Yellowstone National Park sector. You forget how nice it is to be outside, away from the various distractions modernity continues to provide. Also, you forget how fucking terrible instant coffee is. I will post pictures as soon as I am able.

Some thoughts moving forward: If this is to be more than a pure masturbatory exercise, then we ought consider expanding our reader base to whomever might stomach us. It is not a matter of understanding, as we ourselves claim absolutely none, but rather an attempt to scream against something more than simply darkness. Presently, our typeset diaherria drips into the river only to be whisked away. Tell me that you'd rather not have a vial of it for your very own, perhaps to be stored on shelves along with collectable NASACR and Bald Eagle plates?

OK for now...

HBM Out

it comes down to reality and thats fine with me cus I let it slide

Familial Honour and Weighty Etc...

I have discussed previously, and at that in brief, on my opinions of the current state of a "political" family... but my confederate has brought to mind a more important aspect of it all... the personal. It is difficult for me to fathom family, though I descend from a few notable, though superfluous and over-looked house-holds. I might think to cling to family history as I was deprived of any notions of a solidly family home at a very early age, so any conceptions of blood and kin exist for me merely on a few randomly collected scraps of paper and even fewer photographs. But I maintain that how ever little or how ever much there may exist, they are still fundamentally important to and for one's existence in this miserable world.
As to the weighty responsibilities mentioned below, yes there may be some. But family is the easiest thing with which to deal, as one is automatically part of one - usually. Whilst our Order's admonition carries with it significant personal implications, it is important to bear in mind that one's perceptions of family will never be the same as an other family member's... and further, in this sham of a nation, the constitution and the laws of the various states make it nearly impossible to inherit familial honours or legacy, as in this place a man is required to be his own. What utter stupidity - a supposedly Christian nation that does not embrace the legacies and traditions of the family (unless one would pay copiously for such comforts). All at the same time, this country encourages its chattel citizens to work hard for their families so that the subsequent generation might be more comfortable! And thus we arrive at what truly are irksome tasks and weighty responsibilities... the divide between loyalty to one's blood and the loyalty to one's secular State.

Internally exiled,

Kitaev

Job Thoughts

Ultimately, the task is truly one of doing your family honor. I have been blessed with the privilege of digitizing and categorizing boxes, upon boxes and boxes, of familial photographs. While many of my present responsibility are best characterized as "irksome tasks and weighty responsibilities," this project the latter descriptor far more than the former. Nonetheless, many miles before I sleep...