super special swimming spot

in case you haven't heard

slayer and megadeth are on tour in january!! american carnage.
oh hells yes! bring in the new year right!
note the heavy metal shop shirt-i used to go there with my brother toby. it's in salt lake city. he would pick me up and we would cruise the drag in his '69 camero blasting slayer or the gorilla biscuits even megadeth!!
we're meetin' up for this show. the coolest!

tara donovan

i just stumbled accross a retrospective of tara donovan's. holy shit! i could smell the tarpaper that looked like a slice of earth's curst and the "glow" of the stalagmites was very alluring-they were freakin' buttons though! it was breathtaking! reminded me of the epic sculptural take over that anne hamilton creates. she completely redefined the objects.
found this-the best interview with her, albeit an old one.
she's good stuff.

i have a love/hate relationship with these turkeys. american indians wouldn't even eat wild turkeys because they feared inheriting their stupidity. one of the girls got locked in the tiny trailor bathroom. she was so hot and so stressed out. i felt really bad and spent over 20 minutes yelling fuck and trying to get her ass out of there. i had shit all over my shirt, my shoes, and in my hair. they are kind of dumb but in an innocent way. all they really care about is eating. and they've been eating well. i throw over slimey, holed strawberries from the patch, all the leftover fish guts, apple cores, collard greens, and grubs. poor chickens don't have a chance half the time.
well, michelle drove her enduro over to butcher one of the girls(how hot is that?!) for thanksgiving. i'm glad i didn't start naming them because this is gonna be the best tasting bite of turkey ever! yeah, just to try.
thanksgiving is a great time to think about food. where does it come from, what is it doing for your health. it breaks my heart to know that billions of animals are crowded in cages and treated like shit or that planes are dropping clouds of chemicals over crops of growing plants. but what might be even worse is knowing how this kind of abuse effects our own bodies. you are what you eat. i'm an organic backyard sweet potato pie-yes! at least until i eat some cheetos.

good day to grow old

for my birthday in the woods i decided to venture west and explore the coast a little. i had heard trinidad was a cool little place and patricks point was not to be missed. i always wanted to go to redwoods national park so i packed up and off we drove down the windy mountain road to where people were. Ahhhhh!
i bought a latte somewhere in between and damn was it delicious! deprivation makes endulgance so much sweeter!!! slowed for a deer in the road and a super sexy '49 chevy truck and eventually made it to trinidad. the coast here reminded me a lot of oregon's. it was beautiful but tough. bella and i played ball on the beach and then went for a little hike. i searched for a smokehouse on the way out of town and wouldn't you know-it was closed.
back on the road towards big reds stopping at the outrageously priced and un-dog friendly patricks point just to make the ranger giggle. should've stopped at college cove but went on to a real nice part of the rednp for some explorin'.
it was amazing and wonderful with ghostly tree trunks and quiet for miles. i took lots of boring photos and looked for bugs. the day was already almost over. on the way out of prarie creek i stopped at a little store/cafe and god damn if they didn't have smoked salmon! the owner felt like family and she swooned at bella and we talked about her sons woodwork in the room next door and how i should move there. we shared my salmon and i eventually left. last stop-the movies.
there was a really great old theatre in town and i was just in time for zombieland! i got my popcorn, milk duds, and even cherry coke!!!! and climbed the stairs to the balcony. i sat up there all by myself, feet up, burping if i wanted to. i was so happy. i bought myself a new book and called it a day. a good birthday.

good day to grow old part 2

i love this shirt

THE LEONID METEOR SHOWER IS TONIGHT!!
out of the constellation of leo comes the cosmic garbage you can ooooh and ahhhhhh at for hours.
i'm really excited!
the last shower i saw was the persied a couple years ago-we rolled up blankets and joints and felt like kids again.
can't wait.

loved this really secluded spot in sequioa np. i hiked a small ways to a camp site and had nightmares of bears and starting the forrest on fire the first night!! got settled and drunk by the next night and was feeling pretty happy to be there and doing it all on my own. it was beautiful. it was quiet. my alchohol stove worked rad and everything else was perfect too. of course this couldn't last all that long and on my way back from a hike with big white i picked up a towel from the car and oh shit, locked the keys inside! fucking dumb ass! called myself some other names, i cried, i yelled, i was completely defeated. for the first time this whole trip i had to go ask someone for help. i hiked to the rangers station, told the old timer with the fancy hat what i did and just stood there as he gave me this blank stare and no response. "do you have a slim jim?" i finally asked him. this guy was no help. i don't even think he knew what a slim jim was. he gave me the AAA option which was pretty funny but when i asked him if he had any coat hangers and he returned with a plastic white one, i was rolling. not really. was this guy for real?! thank god he had a metal hanger and thank god i figured out how to open my fucking door with it becuase i was pretty screwed otherwise. i drank an extra beer that night and returned the hanger like he had asked. the look on his face-quality!