February 2012
33 posts
Sounds I've Heard Tonight While Parked In This...
Hobo shopping carts rattling past my door.
Trains coupling and decoupling. (train sex)
A group of people violently smashing glass and metal in a nearby warehouse.
Maniacal laughter.
My own pulse.
The comforting clink of my kitchen knife being placed on the counter near my pillow.
SICKIES
It seems I bounced the Arcata Plague before it could really take hold. So strange to feel a virus burning and pillaging through your system one morning, then feel it extinguishing its torches and retreating the very next. I know there’s a strong connection between mind and body, but can it really be that strong? I really, really didn’t want to get sick, so I didn’t. Does the body...
WatchAfter a disappointing series of fake oceans, I have arrived at The Ocean. Here are three increasingly brave attempts to film ocean porn.
ARCATA PLAGUE?
This morning I woke up feeling a little off. Tickle in the back of my throat. Tingle in my muscles. I haven’t been sick all winter—in fact, I can’t even remember the last time I got sick—so at first I was just confused.
Am I hungover off last night’s two beers?
Did I have too much coffee?
Is my RV water—which I drink, bathe in, and irrigate my sinuses...
ARCATA, CA
Last night I landed in Crescent City, CA in the dead of night and parked near the ocean. I thought I would sleep well with the sound of real ocean waves in place of my “Ocean Waves” white noise program, but nightmares of cops and park rangers crawling in my windows like zombies tormented my sleep. When I woke up, I found that I was at the “ocean,” not The Ocean. A narrow...
Trippin'
After nine days of delight and debauchery, I finally escaped Portland’s grasp and hit the highway. My arbitrary destination for the day: Crescent City, CA, purely because it’s the first actual city across the CA border, and because it has a cool name.
As I’m driving 7 hours alone with my thoughts, I start to notice how frustrating it is traveling by freeway. There is a constant...
January 2012
10 posts
Traffic
Traffic is bad on Friday because everyone is going out for the weekend. It’s bad on the weekend because everyone is out. Traffic is bad on Monday because everyone’s going back to work. It’s bad on Tuesday because it was recently Monday, and on Thursday because it’s almost Friday.
Enjoy your Wednesdays!
