Exchange LA, Downtown Los Angeles.
I’m going here tonight to see neo-soul singer Mayer Hawthorne spin. It look a little over a decade, but I think I’m finally in the L.A. “in” crowd.
Er something. Whatever. Who cares. Let’s d-d-d-dance!
Exchange LA, Downtown Los Angeles.
I’m going here tonight to see neo-soul singer Mayer Hawthorne spin. It look a little over a decade, but I think I’m finally in the L.A. “in” crowd.
Er something. Whatever. Who cares. Let’s d-d-d-dance!
GOING FOR THE DREAM: Travel show host audition video
Here goes nuthin’.
Very special thanks to my friends for their support and incredibly kind words. Seriously moving, thank you.
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MEXICO IN B&W, part 1: At work and play
Cities of industry and towns that seem to be at constant play, the heart of Mexico beats to every rhythm of life.
Next up: Mexico in B&W, part 2: Getting there
Check out the Mexico Photo Gallery
BURNING MAN VOW #4: Seriously, this time
Not that I didnt TOTALLY love going to Mexico, but I seriously NEED to get to Burning Man. No more excuses. Who knows whats going to happen in the next year, but whatever goes down (or up) you’ll find me on the playa at Black Rock worshiping at the temple of bohemia.
Click photo for photographer Scott London’s amazing shots from BM 2011 and more…
LESSON #126: Get to Oaxaca, Mexico
Oaxaca: you suit me.
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Now what are you going to do about it California?
Postcards from the Mediterranean
*More in the Life in Turkey photo gallery.
*The Blue Cruise video here.
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GOING HOME LESSON #121: Friends are like gold
Just days before I started this journey, I sat down with a couple of friends and had a conversation (video here). It was golden.
Community is one of the most important and underrated aspects of life, especially in the West. Especially in the US, in my experience. It seems to be every man for himself. When my apartment burnt down my community shone stronger than I could have known. Mere acquaintances became life-savers, counselors, shoulders to cry on, and homes to count on. After I lost my home, my community breathed life into me. And it’s continued in my travels, reaffirming its importance in my life. For this I will be forever grateful, even to the point of tears.
This being my experience, going back home - the States, the US, whatever you wanna call it - I’m going to take a look at my community and appreciate it for what it is, not what it can be. I am going to be still be in a state of need, of independent dependence. But love has always served me well. So I think I’ll just let that guide me.
…and, as much as possible, act completely stupid. Preferably on a beach. :)
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