erich: i don’t know which i’d rather have, porn or billy ocean.

Day 3:
Across Anna Creek cattle station to Coober Pedy, via Lake Cadibarrawirracanna and the dingo fence. Afternoon exploring and noodling for opals. Overnight underground.

it sounds like some sort of dr. seuss book. “and to think that i saw it at lake cadibarrawirracanna,” or something.

“now take a human body. why wouldn’t you want to see a human body with a curling tail with a crest of ostrich feathers at the end? … it would be ornamental, you know, instead of the stark, bare ugliness we have now. well, why don’t you like the idea? because it would be useless and pointless. because the beauty of the human body is that it hasn’t a single muscle which doesn’t serve its purpose; that there’s not a line wasted; that every detail of it fits one idea… will you tell me why, when it comes to a building, you don’t want it to look as if it had any sense or purpose, you want to choke it with trimmings, you want to sacrifice its purpose to its envelope, not knowing why you want that kind of envelope? you want it to look like a hybrid beast produced by crossing the bastards of ten different species until you get a creature without guts, without heart or brain, a creature all pelt, tail, claws, and feathers? why?”

i’m convinced ayn rand was talking about flash intros.