The train is the red thing in the lower right quadrant. I should have waited another split second so that more of it would be in view, but gosh, that plane was moving pretty quickly. Taken at the Shell station, corner of Laurel and Pacific Highway.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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I love San Diego, and I love Lindbergh Field. 🙂
Very clever!
It's a perfect shot, Matthew.
And all paths lead to JOB's Farm…
Matthew,
The primate on the wall, does he serve as a heurmeneutic counterpoint to "homo artificiosus"?
JOB