(A complete draft of Part 1 will be available for download soon!) glamsient glam-zee-uh nt —noun an impoverished person who indulges in freedom and refinement by balancing time and money with self-actualizing undertakings such as creating and experiencing art, culture and self-fulfillment — not to be confused with trustafarian, trustfunda, or one who is independently… Read More Glamsient: Part 1
During this winter season, I’m making the final push to complete my first book! I’m on track to have it finished in Spring. In order to prepare the release, I’m taking time off from publishing work here. Check out photos from my current travels on Instagram http://www.instagram.com/glamsient
We cross into Reservation land in Northern Arizona. The desert before us, a desolate beauty with colorful streaks, glows beneath the pink hue of the setting sun. On the outskirts of town the highway curves past hills. Gathered at their base, shanties and shacks form small a small line. Broken boards, torn roofs, tires, cars… Read More Our Eyes Meet
We drove in after dark. Large shadows, looming in the night like masked phantoms, lay in wait. Half an hour before first light, wind shook the camper van. Rain urged us to stay under covers with tinny percussions. But we had come with one purpose: to witness dawn unmask the monuments. I put on my… Read More Unmasking the Monuments
We chose not to look at the map and found what we believed was a path. As we walked, the forest seemed to hold us while birds sang its melody. We passed elk tracks preserved in dry mud and saw a tree that had been used as an antler scratching post. I wished I could… Read More Canyon Meditation
After a full day building camp, several friends formed a group to go out. Of course I wanted to join! I grabbed my necessities (headlamp, toilet paper, goggles, emergency champagne) and hopped on my bike. As we turned onto the esplanade, art installations rose from the dust as far as I could see. I lagged… Read More The Inside Joke
My bike, with twinkling lights strung around its frame and the chain clicking in a dry loop, glides along the dust, creating tracks on tracks, crossing tracks without pattern or reason. The high desert, in the dark of night, mirrors the midnight sky. Now, the thin layer of dust on my bike, by week’s… Read More The Cows of Black Rock City
It’s late and I’m watching the newly-waxing moon set in the west. I’m driving through the mountains, en route to Black Rock City for Burning Man. This will be my third time participating in the art and music festival. Last year, I set intentions that mainly focused on my interactions with other people. And although… Read More Burning Intentions 2017
The edge of a summer storm passed overhead breaking the monotony of blue sky. Patches of clouds cast temporary shade as they moved, releasing a misting drizzle, which fell upon us like a celestial blessing. Birds sang the glory of the day. Stephanie and I relaxed in the large pool. She rested her head against… Read More Sierra Hot Springs
Thoughts pour in; they swirl, forming a current, pulling more thoughts into the depths, growing tumultuous. They darken and become dangerous. I am caught, swept in by the undertow. It’s loud and I can’t escape. I try to distract myself with other people’s stories, but more words and information makes it worse. I resent the… Read More I Come Back to Myself
