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Drifting farther from the masses...

I would say most 
people have goals in life, 
but mine usually tilt away 
from mainstream ideals. 

Like this morning, 
I realized that my goal for next 
summer is to mow my lawn 
infrequently enough 
that I use only 
one gallon 
of gas 
for 
the whole 
six month 
growing season. 

This goal is a wonderful 
admixture of 
geo-politics 
(I am seeking to 
become less dependant 
upon Middle Eastern 
petroleum), 
environmental 
concern 
(All that carbon mono 
dioxide crap goes up) 
and 
good old fashioned 
American 
lassitude. 

Hey...
at least I 
have a marginal 
propensity 
toward honesty.