Thomas J. Webb’s Ecology Blog

I’m going to E3, bitches! I’m gonna see Nintendo’s newest console and probably a new Zelda game (best games ever!) I haven’t gone to E3 in 5 or 6 years!

みんな、今日E3に行くよ。一番新しいファミコンを見る。たぶん、ゼルダのゲームも見る。先の行った時は五、六年前だった。

Nothing betrays the person as they are more beautifully than their physical mannerisms. Do they give the cup a few extra shakes after it’s empty? Do they do things with their hands when they are sitting? You see, by the time “yourself” makes it to your lips, it goes through so many filters. It has become safe and generic. It is the ego talking. The conciences likes to make things they way they should be and society gives us our “should”s. The only genuine differences between people are the slightly different learning strategies, the way their non-verbal thoughts are formed, the way the world is experienced in their brain.

A major influence of mine is an immigrant Swede, John Samuelson that moved into the middle of the desert. To this day, the man’s incorrectly spelled musings can be found carved in rock (I shall not tell you where). Do you not see in the quotes below that he is cut from the same cloth as John Muir?

The rock of Faiht and Truht
Nature is God
The Key to Life is Contact
Evolution is the Mother and Father of Mankind
Without them We Be Nothing

-John Samuelson

Mother Time
Neither wealth laws nor armv’s can stop the human mind
from creating new or improve upon the present day religion and government
Water is soft only hard in the chemicals
But with time the ocean can grind the hardest granite to a powdered sand
So with time will the human race grind
out its own destinys
regardless of the opposition or party in power.

-John Samuelson

I am not worried about the future of humanity because people always go where there is more opportunity, more money, more happiness. People that are willing to sacrifice for an ideal are fortunately a minority.

Untamed Wilds

I lay
immobilized
another day

I have heard the eerie, joyous yelps of coyotes one last night

I’m weak
I have only to stop breathing for a second
To see the wood’s dark heart,
where the tiny beasts shall feast on my soul
and return it to the soil
and I shall live again among the oaks

I live off centipedes and elderberries
and the nights are fast becoming wicked cold

I can’t let the woods claim me back
As long,
as those fuckers are still alive

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