So drove up to Seattle to see my sister. She's done it a lot. My nephew has done it a lot. Both said, it's long but no problem. So I went.
On a long drive I like to take a bunch of CD's, some I haven't heard for a while and some favorites and just go. The batch I took this trip was great. A lot of perfect moments.
Driving in the middle of the night, pitch black with John Coltrane.
Going through the forests in Oregon with "Dogs" from Animals. And surronded by twenty year old pickups outside of Mt. Shasta sceaming, "I am an anarchist!!!!!"
Toward the end of the drive I was completely whacked out of my mind. I thought I was just moving toward Seattle with no real control, and this is after I stopped for sleep and some food.
I would definitely do it again but I might get an earlier start and bring more cds.
One good thing. Washington has indian casinos with craps. I rolled twice. Crapped out once and made my point (5) once, then crapped out.
I stopped at another casino and won $40. $20 on the slots, $20 at the blackjack table. These indians did not have craps....shame...
24 September 2006
03 August 2006
fucking hot
Dry heat my ass. Actually it's not bad in vegas today. Last couple of days have been scorching.
After a lot of shit going on the last few weeks, this trip came at a pretty good time.
My favorite band, X, played last night at the House of Blues. Rolins Band and a band I never heard of Riverboat Gamblers played too. The show was just what I needed. My head is still buzzing and only one ear lightly rings.
The shit box I drive worked like a champ. I filled up before I left and just before I got to vegas I was on half a tank. I checked the trip mileage, 210 miles. 210 miles on 5 gallons of gas. I'd love a new car but this thing is a fucken horse.
I made a hundred at the crap table at hard rock this morning and I'll hit the galleries today before I leave.
These couple of days have been a good separation from everything at home.
I'm coming back tonight in a little better shape.
later
After a lot of shit going on the last few weeks, this trip came at a pretty good time.
My favorite band, X, played last night at the House of Blues. Rolins Band and a band I never heard of Riverboat Gamblers played too. The show was just what I needed. My head is still buzzing and only one ear lightly rings.
The shit box I drive worked like a champ. I filled up before I left and just before I got to vegas I was on half a tank. I checked the trip mileage, 210 miles. 210 miles on 5 gallons of gas. I'd love a new car but this thing is a fucken horse.
I made a hundred at the crap table at hard rock this morning and I'll hit the galleries today before I leave.
These couple of days have been a good separation from everything at home.
I'm coming back tonight in a little better shape.
later
20 July 2006
Why I blog
The other day I mentioned that I had a blog and my friend was surprised.
My opinion, and his I suspect, is that people with personal websites are basically attention whores looking for approval from strangers.
I have to admit, with much shame, there is a small part of that motivation that goes into this. However, the main reason I have a blog is because most of my friends are lazy bastards who don't email.
When I travel I'm usually out for a while so I send email home. At first I would send individual email, which got old quick.
Then I went to a blanket email sent to anyone that wanted to be on the list.
But with emails, I would send 40 out one day and the next I would get 2 or 3 responses.
Fuck that.
So with the blog. Everyone knows where it is. Look at it when you want. Less hassle for me.
And a side benefit, a couple of people I would have never met sent me some cool email and I checked out there sites. So my inner attention whore is satisfied.
Later...
My opinion, and his I suspect, is that people with personal websites are basically attention whores looking for approval from strangers.
I have to admit, with much shame, there is a small part of that motivation that goes into this. However, the main reason I have a blog is because most of my friends are lazy bastards who don't email.
When I travel I'm usually out for a while so I send email home. At first I would send individual email, which got old quick.
Then I went to a blanket email sent to anyone that wanted to be on the list.
But with emails, I would send 40 out one day and the next I would get 2 or 3 responses.
Fuck that.
So with the blog. Everyone knows where it is. Look at it when you want. Less hassle for me.
And a side benefit, a couple of people I would have never met sent me some cool email and I checked out there sites. So my inner attention whore is satisfied.
Later...
20 April 2006
a night out
I had been waiting for last night for months. David Gilmour came to the Kodak Theater and I picked up a ticket for the show just after it was posted on the net.
I had never been to the Kodak and was interested in seeing the inside. Overall I liked it. A little bland but overall well done.
Before the show I milled around with the rest of the crowd and I have to say Pink Floyd Fans (myself included) are not aging well. Grey skin, uneven hair and t shirts from 1971 are a bad combination whoever you are.
I had a pretty good seat. Front row, third balcony. Gilmour was slightly larger than an ant but I could hear ok. That is except for the parts not covered by the sounds of "WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!" coming from behind me whenever the music went soft.
Three seats down a 50 year old blond was telling a guy next to her she hated when she went to shows and the person in front of her had big hair or was too tall so she couldn't see. However, whenever the music got loud she was up shaking her ass and ruining the view for anyone behind her. Really, lady, No one wants to see that.
I was surprised it took so long but half way into the show, the unmistakeable odor of weed puffed by. Then disipated. Huh....interested. I saw Pink Floyd in the 80's and the whole coliseum was like being in a bong the whole night.
Later it smelled like cheap subway sandwich meat...then pot....then meat.
I had no idea what this was until just now when I checked the Gilmour Blog to find out four drunks in the back row after round after round of air guitar puked.
Lovely.
I was glad I went to the show but didn't really get want I expected. I hoped for loud fast driving music but got a lot of slow psychodelic guitar solos and songs about love and what not. Gilmour has to be in his 60's by now and I guess that's what happens. Shame.
I had never been to the Kodak and was interested in seeing the inside. Overall I liked it. A little bland but overall well done.
Before the show I milled around with the rest of the crowd and I have to say Pink Floyd Fans (myself included) are not aging well. Grey skin, uneven hair and t shirts from 1971 are a bad combination whoever you are.
I had a pretty good seat. Front row, third balcony. Gilmour was slightly larger than an ant but I could hear ok. That is except for the parts not covered by the sounds of "WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!" coming from behind me whenever the music went soft.
Three seats down a 50 year old blond was telling a guy next to her she hated when she went to shows and the person in front of her had big hair or was too tall so she couldn't see. However, whenever the music got loud she was up shaking her ass and ruining the view for anyone behind her. Really, lady, No one wants to see that.
I was surprised it took so long but half way into the show, the unmistakeable odor of weed puffed by. Then disipated. Huh....interested. I saw Pink Floyd in the 80's and the whole coliseum was like being in a bong the whole night.
Later it smelled like cheap subway sandwich meat...then pot....then meat.
I had no idea what this was until just now when I checked the Gilmour Blog to find out four drunks in the back row after round after round of air guitar puked.
Lovely.
I was glad I went to the show but didn't really get want I expected. I hoped for loud fast driving music but got a lot of slow psychodelic guitar solos and songs about love and what not. Gilmour has to be in his 60's by now and I guess that's what happens. Shame.
03 April 2006
whew...
I'm home. A one hour delay in my flight...no apology, no sorry the the inconvience just, "Hey you're going to have to wait..." but I got to LA last night around 10pm, My girlfriend picked me up and I'm glad it's over.
You know last year I was gone for three weeks and I told myself, three weeks is too long. I said that after my trip the year before...and yes, the year before that.
Hopefully next year I will have learned my lesson.
I may post randomly before next year but I can't say for sure.
See you next year.
You know last year I was gone for three weeks and I told myself, three weeks is too long. I said that after my trip the year before...and yes, the year before that.
Hopefully next year I will have learned my lesson.
I may post randomly before next year but I can't say for sure.
See you next year.
02 April 2006
Dallas
The frankfurt airport uses a flight information board with flip panels like the alarm clocks in the 70's. When the information changes it makes the cool "fft ffft ffft ffft" sound. I stood here for a minute just the hear the flights change.,
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I spent 16 hours on planes yesterday. Guys in the Cairo airport were hitting me up for money until the last minute of my flight.
I have to say in all honesty, unless you are tremendously motivate to see Egypt or are familiar with the culture, go somewhere else. I was really fatigued by the whole experience to the point it affected my personality and most of the foreigners I met said the same thing.
Hopefully things will change in the future but now...try Mexico. Support my people.
My flight was delay 30 minutes going into Frankfurt. Running through the terminal I heard a sound out of a 70's science fiction movie. It was this old style message board. It thought it was pretty cool.
Ten hours to get to Dallas. I sat in front of two guys from Texas that would not keep quiet. Sleeping was at a minimum. Two bad movies and boom, I'm in Dallas.
It's great to be back in the states.
Billboards for strip clubs, McDonalds every where. Only bums ask you for money. Ah, home.
I've made a lot of good decisions on this trip and Dallas was a good one too. The airport is nice and the city has a lot of stuff going on. Even the Hard Rock Cafe is interesting! Usually the Hard Rocks are basically expensive TGI Fridays, with guitars but the one in Dallas has a room sent over by Pete Townshend from his castle in England. The whole damn room! And they have a bar shaped like Eddie Van Halen's guitar. Nice.
Slept pretty much all of yesterday.
Hit the Dallas Art Museum, Sculpture garden....they have a Whatchamacallitburger I've never seen before so I will partake.
Tomorrow....done!
31 March 2006
rain! what the hell
It's 9 hours till my plane leaves. I've been through the city one more time. Picked up my birthday gift and I'm done.
Had dinner with a cool czech guy that rolled into town yesterday. And all of a suddend it starts to rain. RAIN!
It's the desert and it's raining.
eh, what the hell. I'm leaving. And it's been raining in LA so this will get me in to the swing when I get home.
9 hours is a long time. The guys at the hostel are watching Egypt v Kenya soccer. Which makes my 9 hours longer.
I know where to catch the bus to the airport so all I can do is wait.
One more stop, then home...
Had dinner with a cool czech guy that rolled into town yesterday. And all of a suddend it starts to rain. RAIN!
It's the desert and it's raining.
eh, what the hell. I'm leaving. And it's been raining in LA so this will get me in to the swing when I get home.
9 hours is a long time. The guys at the hostel are watching Egypt v Kenya soccer. Which makes my 9 hours longer.
I know where to catch the bus to the airport so all I can do is wait.
One more stop, then home...
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