That depends.That depends on what you’re willing to eat. I have a gluten allergy and being obsessed with nutrition is sort of my second secret calling in life, so I work really hard to eat super hippy food even when I’m sleeping in a vacant lot or getting rained on on a freight train. That … Continue reading A reader writes: How much does it cost to travel the way you do?
I'm leaving North Carolina tomorrow, TOMORROW, via hitch-hiking to Tennessee. Once I'm good and in Tennessee, there's a freight train, apparently, that will take me all the way to LA. I just have to go to this train yard my friend told me about and hide my pack in the bushes and talk to the … Continue reading Here I go again
A friend's shack in the mountains of western North Carolina. She built it herself. The adventures continue. Cold winter, warm woodstove, a fat spotted puppy, and getting ready for a musical show.Gabo practices Coffee and teaGabo gets ready to play a show with her band, Old HorseyDo you see the fucking puppy?
I roll into town and walk the windy road to your shack. The door swings open, thin and latchless, glass rippled with age. No-one is home, the woodstove is cold, but a single shaft of light warms the floor and the air is less cold than outside, away from the winds, still. Your shack is … Continue reading As if I’ve walked here
Thursday night I got a little drunk on Ethiopian honey wine. It doesn’t take much to get me drunk, because I never ever drink. I made Ethiopian food for my friends, which I’d never done. It all started with a little teff flour, this dark sort of heavy flour milled from the teff grain of … Continue reading Making Injera
I’m sitting on the futon at my friend’s house, digesting a food-baby of roasted root vegetables. My feet are cold, but the computer is making my leg warm, in a creepy, futuristic sort of way. Speaking of the future, it’s been apocalyptically warm here in Greensboro- seventy degrees and sunny every day, if you can … Continue reading An Ego of Steel, A Giant Hat
I was inspired by your compulsive book-ordering on my behalf, and did some compulsive shoplifting on your behalf. I got you this sweater- I like the color, and it’s very soft. I got myself a pin-stripe button-down with narrow bands of the same vivid blue, they’re both from the same cheap store so they might … Continue reading What Goes Up Must Come Down- An Imaginary Letter to No-One (Disclaimer- this post is fiction)
I voted. In Oregon, we vote by mail. I'm not in Oregon, but my old housemates sent me my ballot. Carrot- vote!Ok, ok. Not that I wasn't going to vote. I had actually been planning on it, for the first time in my life. This year, I was going to vote in the presidential election.Today … Continue reading Oprah cried- and, in the end, so did I.
Friends- on the eve of the election, a Very Appropriate letter to Obama. Written by two friends, joined by a third- one word at a time, taking turns choosing each word, one after the other. A fantastical collaboration, shot through with intuited/accidental genius.Dear Obama,Zoey likes meekness. However, I think it's just a ploy. When she … Continue reading Thank The Rift Valley
My friend Mark Dixon is a genius. For every genius you have heard about, there are a dozen geniuses hidden away in a quiet North Carolina town somewhere, and Mark Dixon is one of those.Mark Dixon built a drum machine. For years, Mark Dixon built a drum machine. Months, decades, centuries passed, and the drum … Continue reading the INVISIBLE drum machine and the Selectric Piano