EGAD
or, (de)mythologizing the fetish of placewherein our unlikely hero composes a series of
empirical geo-anthrospatial dispatches, aimed at establishing just where
he is, and perhaps even why it matters
About once a year, I embark upon a moderately overambitious act of snow sculpture. This year conditions were nearly ideal, having a good depth of reasonably sculptable snow land during spring break. Could have been better, to be sure -- it was a tad warm, and the snow a mite too old by the time it got adequately sticky, so fine detail was a non-starter. So my attempt at a dragon came out looking like a dinosaur-tailed Sphinx with a sheep's head. I rather like the carved-from-granite blockiness of it, though.
