It's just me yo.
No, really. THIS is how I do it.
I think about a lot of random stuff and I like to write it down. I believe in a lot of things and I think an equal amount of stuff is total crap. I am a cynical optimist. I am real. I like synchronicity and idiosyncrasy. My brain works quickly, which does not guarantee accuracy but is not A.D.D. Usually my mouth works even more quickly. I thought being really tall and living in Asia was pretty cool; but I am super glad to be back in California now. I want to be happy, bendy and satisfied... Because really, who wouldn't?-
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Category Archives: Travel
In search of the beginning…
You wake up (this has happened more often than not) and look urgently for the familiar. That strange segue from sleep consciousness to whatever we are now calling the waking hours is murky. Viscous, one might say if they were … Continue reading →
Summer.
It is cool and grey outside this morning. It is Monday. School started in San Francisco today. I will be back at work next Monday. So, this is the last Monday that I can basically do whatever it is I … Continue reading →
Posted in Chasing the Life I was Supposed to Want, Holidays, Home, Life, San Francisco, The Future, Travel, true stories, Work, Writing
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Tagged ambitions, back to school, baseball, Cirque du Soleil, getting things done, goals, Las Vegas, Relationships, rent, rental issues, San Francisco, sports, staycation, summer, summer vacation, vacation
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The Senses of Place and Sensation of Palaces.
San Francisco in the summer has a rather infamous legacy. The most well-known, and consistently mis-credited sentiment to this is that “the coldest winter I/he/she ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” Mark Twain did not say this. No … Continue reading →
Posted in Absurd Shit, California, Chasing the Life I was Supposed to Want, Geography, Home, Life, San Francisco, Travel, true stories, Writing
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Tagged America, cost of living, five themes of geography, housing costs, rent prices, San Francisco, sense of place, Shit people in San Francisco say, teaching, Travel
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(Absolute) Location [is] (Relative)
Location (n): a place of settlement, activity, or residence; a place or situation occupied. In teaching the notion of location and its importance, geographically speaking or otherwise, there are two distinct interpretations of location: the absolute and the relative. Within these two, the absolute location is finite and equally accessible to anyone with the … Continue reading →
Posted in Geography, Home, Life, Perception, Travel, true stories, Writing
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Tagged absolute location, absolutism, Geography, Home, location, personal geography, relative location, relativity, teaching, Thailand, Travel, truth, Writing
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Living a Geographical.
I am a geographer. True story. I love telling people this in spite of the fact that they automatically want to start quizzing me on capital cities. [It’s fine, go ahead, I know them all… but really, must you make … Continue reading →
Posted in California, Chasing the Life I was Supposed to Want, Education, Geography, Life, Travel, true stories, Work, Writing
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Tagged autobiography, Canadians, cultural geography, dumb Americans, five themes of geography, Geography, Kelly Pickler, metageography, Miss South Carolina, personal geography, pulling a geographical, regional quirks, true stories
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Contradictions of persona(lity)
The world will know and understand me someday. But if that day does not arrive, it does not greatly matter. ~ George Sand July 1 is the birthday of writer George Sand. I would not have known this save for … Continue reading →
Posted in California, Chasing the Life I was Supposed to Want, Holidays, Home, Life, Perception, Travel, true stories
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Tagged bad, bad behavior, choices, discontent, George Sand, Kirsty MacColl, Life, malcontent, misconceptions, writers, Writing
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Vacancy.
I flew home via Reno last Sunday and had a bit of a layover. Landing midday, I was shocked how deathly quiet the airport was; SeaTac had been bustling in the morning and I would have thought weekenders would have … Continue reading →
Posted in Geography, Photography, Travel
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Tagged economic crisis, emptiness, empty spaces, motels, photo essay, Photography, Reno, Travel, urban photography, vacancy
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A letter, #4
You will never believe the strange coincidence that brought you to my mind the other day. I am actually glad I can tell you in writing so I don’t have to hear you tell me how there are no coincidences … Continue reading →
Posted in Chasing the Life I was Supposed to Want, Hong Kong, Letters to Friends, Life, Relationships, Travel, true stories
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Tagged Boyfriends, coincidence, Friends, friendship, Hong Kong, money, Thailand, The Beatles
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Obeying.
Shepard Fairey mural art installation on Grand Avenue under the Lakeshore overpass.
Posted in art, Photography, Travel
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Tagged Chicago, Grand Avenue, Illinois, murals, Obey, Obey Records, Photography, Shepard Fairey, street art
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“Wait… did we miss it?” Avoiding Fomo in Chicago.
Norah: Are you sad that we missed it? Nick: We didn’t miss it. This *is* it. Live music has a very special appeal to me. Always has. As such it is very hard for me to pass up opportunities to … Continue reading →
Posted in Friends, Life, Music, Photography, Silliness, Travel, true stories
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Tagged after parties, Arctic Monkeys, Atmosphere, B.A.D., bands, Beats Antique, Big Audio Dynamite, Black Lips, Bloody Beetroots, Bright Eyes, Chain Gang of 1974, Chicago, dance music, David Bowie, Deadmau5, decision making, deluge, Dom, Eddie Murphy "Singers", Eddie Murphy Delirious, Eminem, festivals, Fitz and the Tantrums, FOMO, Foo Fighters, food, Foster the People, Friends, Girl Talk, Illinios, Imelda May, indie music, Jerkules, Let's Dance, live music, Lolla Lounge, Lollapalooza, Lykke Li, making lemonade, Muse, Music, music festivals, Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, OkGo, parties, perks, Phantogram, port-a-potty, rock stars, shrinky-dinks, Simth Westerns, sold-out shows, Sony, stormy weather, The Cars, The Nakend and Famous, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, The Vaccines, Tinie Tempeh, Titus Andronicus, Travel, VIP, W Lakeshore Chicago, weather, Ween
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Amanda
