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- 26 April 2012 Coachella I miss you already
- 29 May 2012 Nerd Fact Tuesdays :) About 10,000 American Confederates immigrated to an area of Sao Paulo, Brasil after the Civil War, known as the region of Americana. Just learned this. Crazy.
- 02 April 2013 A week ago I took the train up to Seattle. 33 hours from LA with a girl friend to write and see family. It was absolutely gorgeous. I could have stayed on the train another two weeks straight, and I'm sure I will. I didn't even think about taking a train here in the US but after I traveled Europe by myself for a month I figured I should get to know my own country as well! It was so Easy. And cheap. Amtrak is the shit. Took the Coast Starliner up through San Luis Obispo, all along the coast, into a landscape of snow covered mountains, through Puget Sound, and finally to Seattle. where surprise, surprise, it was NOT raining. It was beautiful. Went to GasWorks Park, Discovery Park, Greenlake, Pike Market, etc... Did a ton of writing on the way there and on the way back. Here's a poem and a few pictures from my trip: Bright eyed babies in motion though they hardly know it Skylines shifting rolling by like the snow capped mountains pushing through earth's intoxicating crust I'm dreaming while I'm waking Textures giving way to depth, peeling paint of worn down cities Dried graffiti sticking to rusted train cars like memories on my soul Meaningless to those who were not there, quickly forgotten Mermaid surfaced ocean glittering in the dying sun playing upon each ripple as if a galaxy were a fiddle I stay still yet always moving always pulsing always drinking in the second hand of this ticking clock Flap flap flap, the feathers rustling on the golden eyed eagle Wings unfurling over rows of growing grape I pause Close my eyes and let the warmth of past starlight illuminate my being In motion I am Content
- 19 April 2013 #Zombieland is officially streaming on Amazon! http://say.ly/EBS5DbR #mynewbf holllerrrr
- 10 September 2012 Hmm. Awakening the inner artist. Barcelona drinking a glass of wine Catalonian pride ringing through speakers. Inspired off Dali postcard
- 17 June 2012 Happy Father's Day daddy! You are my hero and my inspiration :) And Happy Father's Day to all the wonderful dad's and father figures out there!
- 10 May 2012 Pollack = Fierce. I want to cry.
- 19 April 2013 Insane artist and EDM producer. Feast your eyes upon @DannyDvrko
- 01 July 2012 As the light of the dawn drew near I closed my eyes and sank within the warmth that enveloped me. There is magic all around.
- 10 August 2012 On the train in Europe before our train broke down for 4 hours! Haha go with the flow :-)
- 01 June 2012 Here is the girls shirt for Give Kids The World from ata-clothing.com, I LOVE it!!! 100% of proceeds goes to GKTW! Let's make a difference! Go to ata-clothing.com today :)
- 02 April 2013 A week ago I took the train up to Seattle. 33 hours from LA with a girl friend to write and see family. It was absolutely gorgeous. I could have stayed on the train another two weeks straight, and I'm sure I will. I didn't even think about taking a train here in the US but after I traveled Europe by myself for a month I figured I should get to know my own country as well! It was so Easy. And cheap. Amtrak is the shit. Took the Coast Starliner up through San Luis Obispo, all along the coast, into a landscape of snow covered mountains, through Puget Sound, and finally to Seattle. where surprise, surprise, it was NOT raining. It was beautiful. Went to GasWorks Park, Discovery Park, Greenlake, Pike Market, etc... Did a ton of writing on the way there and on the way back. Here's a poem and a few pictures from my trip: Bright eyed babies in motion though they hardly know it Skylines shifting rolling by like the snow capped mountains pushing through earth's intoxicating crust I'm dreaming while I'm waking Textures giving way to depth, peeling paint of worn down cities Dried graffiti sticking to rusted train cars like memories on my soul Meaningless to those who were not there, quickly forgotten Mermaid surfaced ocean glittering in the dying sun playing upon each ripple as if a galaxy were a fiddle I stay still yet always moving always pulsing always drinking in the second hand of this ticking clock Flap flap flap, the feathers rustling on the golden eyed eagle Wings unfurling over rows of growing grape I pause Close my eyes and let the warmth of past starlight illuminate my being In motion I am Content