- A man of many words. Profane, profound, loyal to a fault and a right rat bastard. I love the finer things in life: expensive cigars, cheap women and all the salted, cured meats I can eat. A friend to dogs, lover of humanity and despiser of people. If I were King the world would be a better place, because, well...I would be King! Oh, and I like ice cream.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
So I'm walking along the River Nile, thinking about palm trees. I think I would like to live where there are palms. It's such a tropical thing. It's not that I want to climb them or eat coconuts or anything. We all know how loaded palm oil is with saturated fats. I just I like the IDEA of living among the palms.
Funny thing is, although you would think of Egypt as a more or less tropical country, it is fairly chilly here these days. About 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Funny that palms can survive in weather this cold.
Out of the corner of my eye I spied this positively perfect palm. The fronds were just too uniform. Closer inspection will reveal a communications tower. The somewhat more ragged example was about 20 meters away.