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?
Shack pictures to warm your heart
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?
As if I’ve walked here
Note: some of yall got an email saying this is a new post- sorry about that! This is actually an old post from 2008. I was doing some housekeeping in my archives and clicked something wrong? Anyway this post is really old. I roll into town and walk the windy road to your shack. The … Continue reading As if I’ve walked here
Also, I Miss Portland
Get your own knuckles at the knuckle tattoo gun.
Making Injera
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
Turducken
Friends- I have for you another rhyming, fantastical tale, written several years ago in the fall, back in the murky era before this blog- a sort of land before time, made up of dog-eared warm xeroxed pages and a large funnel that went straight from my wallet-pocket into the copy machines at kinko's. An old … Continue reading Turducken
A Reader Writes
Friends-I had the pleasure, yesterday, of finding in my inbox a letter- a letter which contained some of the universe's most timeless questions, sent by a nice young singer-songwriter from Texas. I decided to answer the questions here, because I felt like everyone, including myself, could benefit from the hashing-out of them. Also, after you … Continue reading A Reader Writes
An Ego of Steel, A Giant Hat
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
What Goes Up Must Come Down- An Imaginary Letter to No-One (Disclaimer- this post is fiction)
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)
Oprah cried- and, in the end, so did I.
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.
CARROT QUINN 
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