I’m a big fan of bicycle touring pack lists. In the morning I leave for just three days, to volunteer for a DNR project planting native plugs by Lake Volney….
Rather than continuing to post my incessant ramblings about how I can’t get my shit together, I’ve been trying to get my shit together. A few moments of inspiration around….
I’m in St. Louis, in a Motel.Â Everything I needed to get out of this trip, that I could get out of this trip, I already got out of this….
I’m at the Main Street Cafe in Arkadelphia, Arkansas.Â I was trying to make it into Little Rock to do my blogging, but it’s not happening.Â I’m plugging away a….
As I start writing this, I’m waiting for my laundry to dry at a truck stop outside of Amarillo, TX. There’s a charge to use the wifi, so I’m just….
I left for the open road on the afternoon of Friday, September 4th.Â I had meant to leave in the morning after my 8am oil change appointment, but what with….
Washing my clothes in strange laundromats Recording noise guitar under the pitch-black skies of rural New Mexico Writing songs in a tent Buying single servings of milk to eat my….
Yet another song about reluctantly returning home from a trip, when you start to realize that you wouldn’t leave much behind if you just went the other way. up in….
1. Vinyl Records.Â I bought a turntable, then went to the Needle Doctor to fix it.Â I realized I never ruined a record, but I have plenty of CDs that….
I’m in Chicago.Â I couldn’t take it anymore.Â My own space and my own head were wearing me down, with no way to be outside it.Â So I walked around,….