There are the writers. My favorite, and it should be no surprise to you. They bring laptops and notepads and ask for a corner booth where they can work between small, but many, sips of wine. You can tell when they’ve slipped into reverie or writer’s block when they freeze like marble statues with a glass halfway to their lips.
Ursa Major, SpaceX Rockets, Movie Stars, and Other Lights
It’s also humbling to see some divine fire so far away burning so fiercely that it cuts right through the manmade lights in the windows of a million homes…there wouldn’t be much to see of Earth, if you were to look at us from that distance. We’ve still got far to go before figuring out how to burn bright as that.
A City and a Fig Tree
I’ve never really fought to hold onto the past. The present was always more interesting. New and totally unexplored space! There was only one direction to go if you let go of your past: the only way was forward. No past meant no preexisting you to be beholden to. What a thought. To be born totally new each moment.
CHANGE WHO YOU ARE. BECOME WHO YOU WANT TO BE.
Words are the first step. That’s the thought that comes when I see what my friend has written to himself. The words are bold and black and scrawled on a sheet of paper stuck to a bathroom mirror: “Change who you are. Become who you want to be.” I’m a writer. My passion is telling…Read more CHANGE WHO YOU ARE. BECOME WHO YOU WANT TO BE.
And Again, Gravity Pulls Me Back
A greeting to old friends after a long silence. Washington in the winter. The Cascades. And a goodbye to new friends.
Terence McKenna: Hallucinogenics, Mind, and Motion
McKenna is a breathe of fresh air for for anyone interested in the unknowns that lie beyond standard accepted fact and theory. A drug smuggler turned art historian turned biologist, he has an uncanny eye for detail which he uses to explore the great grey areas of life as well as radical ideas that pertain to the functioning of the human mind.
Westbound
The road-trip towards Seattle continues. My thoughts and experiences along the way.
Eastbound to Seattle?
The beginning of the first movement.
Memory, The Watch on Your Wrist, and an Attic Full of Dusty Photos
It's only human to preserve past experiences as memory. That's how we learn. Or at least how we believe that we learn. But does memory actually inhibit us from continual learning? Do memories of the past sometimes cloud our vision of the present?
The Mobile-Tensaw Delta: An Alabaman Amazon
Sleep never came the night of the 31st. I was deadbeat, physically and mentally spent from a rough week, but it never came. Maybe it was the fact that I was on a couch. But no, that couldn’t have been the case. I’m used to that. One could almost say couch surfing is a hobby…Read more The Mobile-Tensaw Delta: An Alabaman Amazon
Pensive Nomad 