Call of the Wild

Tomorrow Nic and I are leaving on a jet plane for an exotic foreign land known as Canada. We're taking a very-much needed vacation for 8 blessed days. Five of those will be spent in a cabin on an uninhabited island, that's a half-mile canoe trip from anything that is remotely populated (and I use that term VERY loosely). The cabin has no electricity, and no telephone.

That's right -- no phone calls. No emails. No snail mail. No video games, no DVD's, no late-night sit-com re-runs. No wi-fi, no cell phone, not even a short wave radio. No sensationalist news-flashes of any kind. No electric deadlines buzzing in either of our ears.

From the mire of this multimedia-microwaved monstrosity we call "Western Civilization", I am bringing a guitar, some manuscript paper, a handful of pencils, and one or two books I've been wanting to read for YEARS.

No more distractions.

No more distortion.

No more insanity.

I can't hardly wait, and I'm not entirely sure I'm ever coming back.

So long, folks...