I sip on a six euro coffee and whiskey, feeling the sun gently warming my skin. The foreign, sticky layer of sunblock shines upon my face; I’m no longer in Portland. An aroma mixed of coffee, cigarettes, and wine hangs in the air despite the slight breeze, and dozens of people chatter in Babylonian tongues. … Continue reading Cafe Iruña Musings
Today I was reading through my personal Facebook feed and found some men questioning the purpose of International Women's Day. What, should we stop what we're doing simply to revel in women's beauty for an entire day? Um, excuse me?! This is only one of many issues that irk me. Women are not here on this earth … Continue reading International Women’s Day: My Heroines
Chronology. According to world-wide web's Merriam-Webster dictionary, it is defined as such: 1. the order in which a series of events happened 2. a record of the order in which a series of events happened 3. a science that deals with measuring time and finding out when events happened Now, if you've been reading my blog long enough, … Continue reading Why Chronology and I Don’t Get Along
While much has transpired since I was in Los Angeles (that I certainly will be writing about), tonight I walked down the streets of an unfamiliar city in a foreign country, listening to Fernanda Takai. She is a Brazilian musician I discovered while in a bookshop in Sao Paulo, Brazil, circa 2008. As I am prone … Continue reading I Went Away
Sitting here in the cafe, an old, obese, grey haired man with a plaid flannel shirt and holey sweatpants hobbles in past me, the pungent smell of body odor, alcohol, and days-old-underwear suffocates me. He sits down, scribbles something on a piece of college-lined paper, holds it up to the light to focus his eyes upon it, and … Continue reading Random Thought of the Day- Bukowski’s Fragrance
I was watching "Howl" last night, the movie starring James Franco as Allen Ginsberg. It is comprised of three main narratives: Allen being interviewed in his apartment, Lawrence Ferlinghetti being tried in court for publishing Ginsberg's poem "Howl"- which was considered obscene- and a trippy animation vision of the poem, word by word. There are also minor … Continue reading What’s an Angel-Headed Hipster?
I first heard of the expression, "buy the ticket, take the ride" when I read Tom Wolfe's The Electric Kool-Aide Acid Test. At the time, while I tripped along the words, riding along in the Magic Bus with Ken Kesey and his gang of acid-trippin' hippies (including Neal Cassady and Hunter S. Thompson), I had never read anything by Hunter S. Thompson. … Continue reading Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride: A Gonzo Kinda Life