November 2009
8 posts
I’ll make my pilgrimage, over mountains, across desserts, and between narrow walls of stone. I’ll travel to where the Colorado Plateau, Great Basin, and Mojave Desert collide. To a canyon scraped from the Navajo Sandstone by the force of the Virgin River. Mukuntuweap, as the southern Paiutes called it, is my destination. For seven days I will hike up and down the canyon walls, and...
tapping my feet. →
I'll take the high road.
Do you ever feel like you’ve come to a point in your life where things could go in one direction or another? A “fork in the road” if you will… Well, this morning I came across a giant eating utensil standing 10 feet tall where Pasadena Ave meets St John Ave, just south of California. An old man in coveralls was bolting it into place. Old man, you made my day.
I wake freezing. I’ve kicked the covers off in the night, again. My eyes fail to adjust even in the pale gray light. Rubbing them helps slightly. The red numbers on my clock are fuzzy, barely legible - 6:45. It feels like something is resting on my chest, invisible, massive. My hands try to brush it away, but come to their senses soon after I do. I mutter to myself, “How many times is this going...
October 2009
1 post
The collection of airborne solid and liquid particulates and gases in your lungs, emitted when a certain material undergoes combustion, has been known to relieve symptoms of mad.