We're not even off. It's 6:00 a.m. --the time we were aiming to leave the house pristine (well, as pristine as we do 'round here) for out housekeeper--and here we are, the truck not packed, the bodies we changed the oil in (me, actually! For the first time) still dirtied, the phones still updating, external … Continue reading Like a Turd of Hurdles
Will Travel For Food
That day I would put bull testicles in my mouth and enjoy it. I remember a spicy tingle. Obviously, I was never the same.
Stretching into the Dream of Travel Blogging
“I refuse to live the same year 90 times and call it life,” the caption said. And if I don’t put one foot in front of the other with this goal, that is exactly what I’ll end up doing.
36 “States” in 30 Days or Less
. . .the plan for a trip like this begins at the first moment when the traveler’s soul is awakened.
Rothkenberg | An Introduction
Rauschenberg-reminiscent drips; oddly placed nick-knacks taking on another meaning in a strange outdoor environment, whispering Duchamp as I walked by.
The Plan to Have No Plan
That's probably what gets me in trouble a lot, right there. Thinking I have no plan when I have it mapped out step-by-step, line-by-line.
Juxtaposed: USC + Vermont Avenue
I'm always fascinated by the different feelings that arrive when traveling via foot around Los Angeles. There will be more on this topic in the future with a final project. For now, It'll suffice to say that there is a definite texture in the streets and in the people who travel them, and that texture … Continue reading Juxtaposed: USC + Vermont Avenue
Coasting the Roads Near the Salton Sea
Los Angeles: Day to Night on Broadway
Going from an everyday experience of walking through a familiar town and having it transform unexpectedly in front of my own eyes within just minutes, I was reminded that nothing is ever truly ordinary. I may not be able to travel right now, but Los Angeles has plenty still to offer as I continue to ramble on.
Antarctica calls
She allows no one to touch her. No, she touches them. . . . They search for the connection, the invisible line. For years they drift, roving and exploring, feeding and preying on other beauties. So many delectable feasts for the eyes to undress, the tongue to taste, the body to take in panting thrusts to their peaks. They tick them off, put notches in their belts as she lets them wander, and just when they think they’re free, she’ll pull the line.
the RAMBLE 