Inferior Imitator

ep·i·gone n. A second-rate imitator or follower, especially of an artist or a philosopher.

Monday, June 30, 2008

Instead of doing one vacation post, I'm going to break it down and do a series of them.

One of the days, we drove down to Girdwood and took the tram up to Alyeska Ski Resort.

Skiing was done for the season, but they leave the resort open for tourists to take the tram up the mountain and look at the beautiful scenery.

Unusually for June, there was still a lot of snow - a couple feet, at least. So it was pretty chilly outside. There was also the option of parasailing off the mountain. I was seriously considering it, but Dad purchased the tickets before I'd decided and I hadn't mentioned it beforehand, and I think it would have been too cold for me anyway. I contented myself with watching, though I'll probably regret not doing it.

Still, beautiful:

2 Antiphon:

12:50 PM, June 30, 2008, Anonymous: That scenery was breathtaking.
2:50 PM, June 30, 2008, Ems: I still cant believe how much snow there was! Testament to the crappy "summer" we've been having this year. Figures the last summer up here has to be so chilly.

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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

~Rudyard Kipling

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I believe that to have a friend,
a man must be one.

That all men are created equal
and that everyone has within himself
the power to make this a better world.

That God put the firewood there
but that every man
must gather and light it himself.

In being prepared
physically, mentally, and morally
to fight when necessary
for that which is right.

That a man should make the most
of what equipment he has.

That 'This government,
of the people, by the people
and for the people'
shall live always.

That men should live by
the rule of what is best
for the greatest number.

That sooner or later...
somewhere...somehow...
we must settle with the world
and make payment for what we have taken.

That all things change but truth,
and that truth alone, lives on forever.

In my Creator, my country, my fellow man.

~Fran Striker

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