Monterey, CA (written on the way back to LA from Frisco) So food is important I've learned that. Whether it is a lack of it, an abundance or some healthy and sustained intake, food or the thought of it can drive the creative mind to goddamn epic horizons. Right now I am hungry is all. …
adolescence, it’s last crossing. Epilogue to the Italian kick
I remember being a small boy and staying awake during the nap hour of pre-school, since I never liked going to sleep and its calling forth of that inevitable and so sorrowful end to a day, much as it still seems to do now. So I stayed awake in the dark room, we all did, …
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Coachella
Coachella at first glance seems to be merely a taste of the desert. It is an atmospere that allows one to declare 'yes' they live out in the desert, while impressing any listener into thinking they are brave and adventurous for living out on these outskirts. The word 'desert' after all does have a sense …
Coachella II
And so it was inevitable that I begin this new little trick with videos and documenting the moving images I see through the looking glass. I think it best then to begin with a little stroll I took up on the desert a few days back. In honor of the many beauties of the southwestern …
Dedication
To the Pacific Coast, the Highway on the central coast of California. Valentine's Day It feels more organic now on dualcore, which is the name I will designate to my Apple laptop. It feels more natural now to be typing on it since I have been writing in my journal the past few days, in …
‘Saints in the City’–Chapter 1
--- When Ray called and told me that he was driving to Seattle once and for all and asked if I wanted to hitch along, I actually hesitated. I couldn't figure out what surprised me more: the idea of a cross-country road trip or the fact that I didn't jump up immediately and scream 'let's …
Carmen
She dances in dim lamplight, Hair a lovely wave Smoke in the clubroom, And thoughts evaporate in a soft and strung-out daze. Did you turn to me? They call you and spit your name Think I'd provide any more than the same? Well there's nothing I can say, though you may take me from my last …
Hollywood Songs #4
On the broken boulevard stands the impersonatorTrying to score a buck,Could be down on his luck,Invoking The King--The Memphis Country BoyWho turned from heartland heroTo Vegas Sideshow,Who walked along angels of the American highways Standing up to the coaxing sunChasing glory and some old-fashioned fun,Letting the sun grace his skin and the wind fly through …
Songs for the Road
Standing on a hill of greenAnd I stand alone.No people No Trees,No Rivers, LakesNo clouds in the sky.I am a nowhere manFor today.I am not sure how to feelOr what I am supposed to thinkAbout the dayThe nightsThe coming weeks and monthsThought I would stand steadyBut I thought I saw Feeling arrive over the distant …
The westward beacon
This is Joel Quinby. I am writing you, the pilgrim, from a hotel room in Naples, Florida--sharing with you the wonderful gift of communication given to us both by our innovative predecessors. What shall we invent? What can we contribute to the next generations? Well, being that I am a journalist, a writer, I will …
Ren Michael 