In the morning, I get to take a left turn at Albuquerque. Driving is stressful for me. As a result, I eat poorly on the road, play the music too loud, and get into weird pissing contests with other drivers. I get the crappy food and music, but I don’t Read more…
This morning, I got to meet two new species of African vultures and hang out in and around their exhibit at the Phoenix zoo. Their senior keeper is fantastic and will be a great help in the future. Man, I sure hope someone pays me for this job, someday. For Read more…
Have you ever read My Pretty Pony by Barbara Kruger and Stephen King? It is an expensive art book that I COVET (and will someday possess), but more importantly, it is a book about time: how it is chimeric and how it will deceive you if you don’t keep a Read more…
Forget all that stuff I said yesterday about not being able to get my shit done. I got plenty done today. I also did some really great things for my mental health. And rewarded myself for it with a small mountain of frozen yogurt with fruit toppings. Everything’s going to Read more…
Wasn’t it just the other night that I was in a schlubby motel in Moab? Tonight I am in the luxurious Tempe Mission Palm Hotel. With an H. I plan on taking full advantage of the gym. And the writing workshops, naturally. But also the gym. (The reason for the Read more…
I woke up almost early at an anonymous motel in Moab. Now I am sitting in my parents’ dining room. At times it felt like I was not traveling, so much as hurtling. The desert exploded red around a bend early in the day and I made a sort of Read more…