In California for the month of June living three blocks from the Pacific, indulging in the tonic and the feeling that is sublime.
I’m not alone in my oceanic adoration, almost a cliché, really… so many hear its song.
More Baton Rouge. Need to stop thinking so far ahead but will be using this as a resource when I head to the Delta in December.
I’m staying at a friend’s house while he’s out of town, and he told me he was headed to Tucson but emailed today to let me know he ended up in New Orleans. It got me thinking about how I plan to spend December in Louisiana, exploring New Orleans, Baton Rouge and any other interesting towns I can find.
I wonder if Baton Rouge still looks like this? Will I be disappointed if it doesn’t?
I was recently in Panama… at the airport. Strangely, this was not the view.
A vinyl loving bunny, named after yours truly, now exists. That is pretty neat, no?
Many thanks to the groovy peeps at Robo Roku.
(This is a re-post from ye olde travel tumblr.)
Long day of flying, but some final thoughts on Aruba…
When I started thinking about spending the year as a hobo I got some recommendations on travel books and finally started reading one of them tonight.
One of the Kindle’s quirks is that random touches to the screen can land you in the middle of the book and so magically I ended up seeing the word “Aruba” in Chuck Thompson’s Smile When You’re Lying. I went through some of his clearly legitimate complaints about the Caribbean (and funnily enough, his chapter about Dallas immediately followed. He’s not a fan, either), but then there was a passage where fellow writer David Swanson told him he should give Aruba a chance as it really is, “One Happy Island.”
And it’s true, the Arubans seemed happier than the people visiting. I was fairly myopic in my time there, not understanding why Americans would go to an island paradise to eat Wendy’s and look miserable. So many sniping couples (the ones that weren’t waking me up at 7.30 am screwing, anyway). I told my friend J. Yuenger, who recommended the Thompson book, about this and he gave me some insight I hadn’t considered:
“The unhappiness you see in the people is largely the result of America’s psychotic work ethic. We work ourselves to death 51 weeks out of the year, and then we pin our hopes entirely on a one-week vacation, and then it’s not everything it’s cracked up to be, big surprise. We work so much that spending 24 hours a day with our significant other is strange and irritating.”
I am lacking in both psychotic work ethic and significant other. I feel blessed. It’s something I’ve thought about a lot over these last months – why we bother pairing up – but that’s a story for my appearance on Oprah. Oh wait…
But on to Peru where the hotel rep who picked me up at the airport was Chilean and utterly charming. He gave me some sound advice like, “Don’t eat the guinea pig with the tail because it’s probably a rat.” He also told me about eating monkey and cat. Apparently monkey tastes strong and cat tastes like rabbit, as does guinea pig. I can safely say I WILL NOT BE EATING CATS OR ANY OTHER PETS. There is a Peruvian fish that’s good, but you can’t find it anywhere because they’re all being exported to Japan.
When I told him I’m from Texas he said, “Ahh, Mr. Bush.” When I asked him if he likes Bush, he said, “No.”
This is the only conversation I’ve had with anyone, save the Donkey lady, in a week.
I remember seeing a documentary about Peruvian children in the slums going through garbage and what a gd tragedy. When we arrived at the hotel, which is in one of the safest parts of town, the first thing I saw was a guy going through the piles of trash bags at the curb. To be born into and stuck in that kind of desperation really kills me.
Apologies for the lengthy post but sometimes there are random things to say.
I moved recently… to nowhere, if you’re curious… and I’ve posted some photos of things found whilst packing so here’s another set.
1. I’d sort of like to know if that album really did get that dude laid. 2. Does anyone else have a Tenacious D clock? Kyle gave this to me and I can’t remember who he said made it, it might have been his mom. 3. Miss u.
This is quite neato.
“In September 2004, French police discovered a hidden chamber in the catacombs under Paris. It contained a full-sized movie screen, projection equipment, a bar, a pressure cooker for making couscous, a professionally installed electricity system, and at least three phone lines. Movies ranged from 1950s noir classics to recent thrillers.
When the police returned three days later, the phone and power lines had been cut and there was a note on the floor: “Do not try to find us.””