First, just, thank you Saint Paul! Thank you Tim Houlihan and your band of music slinging warriors! We had so much fun. Too much fun. We had a massive basket of Easter egg colored fun. Our only complaint is no complaint at all, why did that bartender pour us a glass of Tequila in the…
Sometimes positive outcomes of negative occurrences cannot be ignored. Like when tragedy at SeaWorld leads to a drop in attendance. In my last post, I wrote about how Spirit Airlines was the worst when they broke international law just so they could break my guitar. Spirit Airlines is to the airline industry what SeaWorld is…
If we stop following our hearts, we are lost. There is something sacred in the cosmic cycles unfolding around us. They are the constants to the many variables of our lives and the basis for our own biological and social cycles. I’ve always been a New Years guy, love New Years resolutions, and get charged at…
If this weekend were an animal, it would be an eight legged dragon bear wearing a sombrero, gyrating to the rhythm of a rain dance, imploring the gods to shower the earth with the laughing tears of El Señor Cuervo. If this weekend were a school bus, it would be the Magic School bus and…
The following is a bit of prose I wrote in March on an overnight bus ride from Kenya to Uganda. Sometimes it’s the means of transportation that connects, as my thoughts jumped to three years earlier, when I was on an overnight bus on the other side of the continent, Morocco and them meandered from this to…
What’s stranger than a Boston hobo with outrageously virtuoso hula-hoop skills clad in a sparkly mini-skirt that covers his beard but not always what can only be termed Ron Jeremy’s unkempt doppelgänger? What’s more bizarre than a fruitloop factory managed by a rare species of saprophytes catering to a clientele of fiscally conservative hippopotamus? Possibly, my friends. Case Study #1, The Curious Case Of The Hobbit Tower? I realized…
My brother and I were in Kenya walking back from the Lake Victoria to the town of Kisumu having a blast saying, “What’s up,” to people who crossed our path in their tribal tongue of Luo. Titus was a boy who had started walking with us as an impromptu guide and he taught us how to say…
The bald spotted hipsters of Brooklyn. The thick glassed girls wearing your grandmothers clothing they purchased for more than she spent on her entire wardrobe at the Buffalo Exchange in today’s dollars I could write you a poem on a twenty dollar bill but not take you out on the town with it. Which is…
Last night Kenya had its second presidential debate. Not just of this election, but of its history. I spent most of today in Nairobi, talking to people and making a contact with the national newspaper The Standard. It’s looking like this Friday I’ll be shadowing the journalist who snagged the front page in today’s paper,…
Home Home is tomato sauce from mom’s pepperoni rolls that no one registers enough to tell me I’ve something on my face, stuck in my beard the smell of her baking wafts like an opiate cloud that lingers in labored expressions on the pugs who will always know their needs without the muddling of articulation…
