Snobbin: Beautiful Trash in the Pop Culture Gutter

I feel closer to the earth when I go home. I know all the old cliches, especially the hoary old Thomas Wolfe chestnut that "you can't go home again," and I agree partially on principle. Nothing remains the same and each time you bring a different perspective to the people and places of your youth, but something tangible and touching remains. For me, it's the balsams shuddering in a slight breeze, the quiet, static repose of birches near the water's edge, the v-shaped formation of geese heading south, the faint remembrance of the bark of leafless trees -- an interminable number of old signs and slight smells, recalling my childhood and  past. I feel closer to the earth when I go north to the rivers I spent so much time near and the woods I barreled through, uncaring of spiders and ticks, through rainfall and hoarfrost, participating in that age old communion with the land that I feel my ancestors perfected and I must continue. The cold touch of the ground is a mi...

"There was studied obsolescence in how them roads were built." Each facet measured and remeasured by teams Surveyors and engineers planning enmasse for the future building on years of human experience and endeavor Utilitarian monuments of irrelevance, except for those who travel those roads year after year, searching for something A humanitarian, humanistic ideal, scorched earth policy This greying earth shaded by human hand until she will reclaim her own, withering vines across the map