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Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
13 April, 2021

feeling the drift: a psychogeographer in a GPS world

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  Under the 2nd Street Bridge (The George Clark Memorial Bridge) , Louisville, KY. This was designed by Ralph Mojeski and was completed in 1...
30 October, 2020

From Field Notes: Home and desk: a reflection on context and etymology

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Back to the desk. Yes, I still have my workstudy. And school to finish. And I have no clue how I'm going to make any money after the fir...
07 February, 2020

Hard skills: driving

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Dad taught me to drive. My experience with driver's education wasn't a particularly good one. My instructor was more interested i...
20 September, 2019

from Field Notes from 26 Aug 2019: Squeeze me home, Ohio Valley heat

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Ride the Cardinal east to the mountains, watch the first Autumn wings brush the trees Losantiville – The train rolled in more ...
20 August, 2019

In Motion

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Chicago -- Getting out of River City is always fraught. Or, at least, it seems that way lately. I tell myself it's important ...
06 August, 2019

Hashtag Sick: A Word-Thing

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I am sick of the world through a social media lens I am sick of bad distillation, sick of all the negative inflation, sick of feeling ...
31 July, 2019

[re: lines on the day I remembered my father's birthday]

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"Your skin starts itching once you buy the gimmick"  - Iggy Pop/David Bowie For years I drove out by the old house to see...
30 April, 2019

On Being Present In Spite of the Kentucky Derby

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Hawthorns. Yep, they hurt. I travel for the same reasons I eventually come home. This is often difficult to explain to people who eithe...
16 April, 2019

From Field Notes: Excerpts, 7th-9th April 2019 - Orange Poppy, Long Gone

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7 April view of the Wakarusa River Spent the early afternoon downtown. Had lunch with the Market Street Irregulars and then had the...
08 April, 2019

From Field Notes, 1 April 2019: Out of The Abiding Place

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Somewhere east of Libby, Montana. Woke up to first light in my mountains. Rocks stretch out and up, lifting the sky like I cup Amanda...
03 April, 2019

Field Notes, from March 29 2019: Oh, The Humanities

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Air palpable with earnest outcries read to the appropriate audience words spent on prayers to gods too busy to grant wishes (From m...
26 March, 2019

Field Notes, 24 March 2019: Beautifully Savage

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[Indianapolis:] Part of me wanted to miss the bus, or for something to go wrong in Louisville just so I could have one more minute w...
22 February, 2019

Reading the Grounds

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Embrace the break in weather where you can. True, there are months when the last time you saw the sun feels like a dream; but when the...
15 February, 2019

from Record of a Pair of Well-Worn Traveling Boots: Be Safe Out There [a brief ethnography]

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The middle-aged black man was wearing a blue suit coat that was too big for him, worn around the cuffs, and missing a couple of button...
16 January, 2019

from Record of a Pair of Well-Worn Traveling Boots -- Anticipation

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I was traveling when my wife and got together. Our courtship was one of distance and of patience: letters, emails, phone calls when a ch...
01 January, 2019

from Record of a Pair of Well-Worn Traveling Boots - On (Not) Finding Los Angeles

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[16 December 2018: Eastbound, somewhere home side of Winslow] The train passed into mountain time overnight. Now we're in the ...
30 November, 2018

Rubber Tramp Stories: The Story of R (Retread)

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[I first published this story on my old American Re:visionary Blog. But, as I grow and expand my Rubber Tramp Stories, I thought it was ap...