we are beyond unstoppable and now weve got montreal to prove it. everything in canada closes at dark but a cute quebecois boy invited us to drop by quebec city tonight to celebrate st jean batiste day with some three hundred thousand proud citizens; maybe well make it and maybe we wont but either way we totally fucking win. i cant for the life of ( Read more... )

canada can play so hard to get sometimes. and so can oregon and the i-5 and leaving roseville and anything else desirable. we were singled out as the sketchiest fucks on the ferry to victoria, b.c. and denied entry [ well, i was allowed in but certain other who shall remain nameless were not ]; upon return we we again pulled by customs and asked ( Read more... )

lately i'm longing to be in denver, larping all day and having orcs vs. elves mosh pit battles at epic metal shows all night; but the mile high city is not in the plans. instead it's five shot americanos and copper chain mail bracelets adorning pumping fists, clinking along to a bathory soundtrack; serious theoretical discussions of just who ( Read more... )

sometimes trying new things works out horribly; such is the case of going to see an ancient homebum with an alto saxophone on a stage in davis. as the story goes he released an album that "changed the face of jazz" and then disappeared to play his horn on the midnight bridges of new york. it was kind of like going to the zoo, seeing him dressed up ( Read more... )

sometimes i fantasize about not punctuating every sentence with some variant of "fuck" but then again fuck that noise. friday evening started awkwardly but concluded with my being dragged out of the pit where i had been wholeheartedly hardcore dancing to the most amazing iron maiden cover band i've ever seen; anarchist folk-hero ryan harvey ( Read more... )

this morning at four thirtyish i threw up the entire contents of my stomach which was a couple cups of broth, some crackers and baby portabello mushrooms; fortunately the bagel sandwich from yesterday was beyond the point of no return. mama always said if you have to throw up make sure it's pure liquid. this whole "detailing my gross vomit" thing ( Read more... )

dear the ocean,
i love you so much. i love you even more when i have to climb down insane cliffs and slide over actively disintigrating rocks to get to you; you reward me with bones and shells and the love-pinches of tiny cranky crabs and the only real air i have ever known. i am booked solid with friend dates for this whole week and it's amazing. ( Read more... )

i'm all about collecting treasures and braiding them into my hair to remind me of things that can't be forgotten. bones and shells redolent of time and mortality, impermanence as a moral code; copper is good as a conductor and for all kinds of general purposes. just outside of santa cruz my favorite beaches in the world have been hiding and waiting ( Read more... )

team HObo furry scored an amazing trainride to oaklandstophalloween in the castro is fucking bustedstopon the way home we got a ride from long lost friends [ think second grade ]stopmost exhausting vacation everstop

portland to me is delicious and cheap vegan food [ fuck! chik o stik doughnuts i love you! ], eating at least a dozen doughnuts in three days and always after dark running amuck and talking about how we're going to build a hobbit house with round doors in the hills of southern oregon and debating if we need to have three horses or if two will ( Read more... )