From Paris to Austin
From Paris to Austin
by LiLi

Austin..

Déjà à Austin, y'a des Cactus.

Genre Pleins de cactus. Je veux dire, le long des routes, le long des chemins, c'est assez surprenant pour une personne qui ne voit habituellement que des cactus dans des magasins spécialisés. Et puis il fait chaud, du moins septembre octobre, moi quand j'y étais il faisait chaud. Tellement chaud que je voulais des tongs, mais non. A austin il fait chaud, mais il n'y a pas de tongs. Ou alors pas pour les gens qui viennent et qui repartent. Ou alors les seules tongs qu'on trouvent sont jaunes avec une grosse fleur en plastique dessus, du genre immonde.

Mais Austin c'est pas QUE ça.

C'est une ville d'artistes, il y a des lieux ouverts toute la nuit Comme l'Epoch Coffee. (cherchez pas, ils ne servent pas de boissons alcoolisées, j'ai tenté mais non)

C'est un café chaleureux, on a envie d'y rester des heures, convivial, presque familial, on a l'impression que tout le monde se connait. Je pense que tout le monde se connait. C'est un café magique pour moi, parce qu'on n'en fait plus des comme ça. il donne envie de rester à discuter, ou surfer sur le net, ou lire en même temps que vous buvez votre café ou grignotez un truc.


La première fois que j'étais arrivée à l'Epoch Coffee, c'était juste après que Jaya avait essayé de me tuer. je méritais bien un immense café. Cette aventure avait commencé sous un soleil de plomb, (oui pour moi + que 30°C c'est un temps de plomb) et Jaya avait essayé de me tuer. Si. oui.

J'avais tout de même réussi à défendre ma peau, car je suis une fille supastrong, et à peine étions-nous remis de notre lutte, que nous décidions de nous assoir dans l'herbe (ou je décidais ?,) car il faisait chaud, j'étais fatiguée et il faisait chaud.

Telle ne fut pas mon immense surprise lorsque soudain, sorti de nulle part, une voix stridente cria : WHO YOU ARE .????? GET OFF OUR PROPERTY !!! ! ! !! !!

Je regardais Jaya d'un air intrigué qui voulait dire "ils sont tous comme ça à Austin ?? c'est leur manière de dire "bonjour" ? ils veulent une cigarette c'est ça ? pourquoi on dirait que ces femmes vont nous tuer dans 2 secondes ?" hmmm j'ai quand même pris en photo leur maison mais c'était AVANT qu'elles sortent pour nous virer. Je ne savais pas à ce moment là que quelque chose se tramait dans cette maison, car au fond, pourquoi avais-je pris en photo cette maison ? je ne sais pas. Mais bon, si vous vous y aventurez... sachez que deux femmes blondes y vivent et ont l"air très dangereuses, et grandes. En plus.


En fait ce sont les rares personnes que j'ai vu enervées à Austin, car la plupart du temps, les gens sont souriants et super cools.

Et tatoués. Awwww. il y a des magasins de tatouages tous les 3 centimètres. Autant vous dire que si vous n'etes pas tatoués, ça vous donne monstrueusement envie.


Mon impression immediate aussi c'est qu'on respire, il y a de l'air, les routes sont grandes, spacieuses et tout me semblait grand, aéré. Wow. C'est une impression infiniment précieuse, en tout cas pour moi ça l'est.

Même les panneaux sont beaux pour moi.
J'avais spécialement apprécié celui-là à cause du 2222 qui m'a fait pensé au 22h22 que j'affectionne tout particulièrement. Je me disais une route qui s'appelle 2222 c'est quand même super beau, tu peux y faire un voeu à chaque mêtre.. Mais il ne faut pas s'inquiéter je suis totalement "à l'ouest" comme fille ( = pas normale) (oui).

Et les bus scolaire, je n'en n'avais vu qu'à la TV, les voir en vrai m'ont impressionnés. Je les trouve mortel. (mortel = trop fort = oh yeah)


Je me suis crue très souvent dans un film, oui, pour moi des "paysages" tels que :

ça :


ça :


ça :


ça, c'est un endroit super, comme beaucoup d'endroits à Austin.

Il y a les mexican martinis et les quesadillas entre autre super bons, l'ambiance déchire et même à 35 ans vous êtes suceptible qu'on vous demande une pièce d'identité comme votre passeport pour être sur que vous êtes majeure. On m'a fait le coup. Et cette personne suspicieuse à propos de mon âge avait au moins 10 ans de moins que moi. Donc très bon souvenir Oui :D !! ! ! !

et puis des rues toutes simples mais pour moi c'est un autre monde :



Cette dernière photo, me faisait penser à la fameuse phrase qu'on connait tous en France "Sous les pavés, la plage..."

C'était dans un quartier très artistique, des peintures sur les murs, des grafiitis, tout ce que j'aime quoi. J'ai remarqué que Austin aimait les fresques murales, il y a des histoires qui sont racontées, du passé, l'avenir, le présent, les gens et les empreintes, les moments, la vie. Le mouvement Oui Austin est weird, Austin vibre et bouge, Austin crée...







Austin sans Mexican Martini au spider house est inenvisageable.

Cet endroit est magique, surtout la nuit. il y a pleins de lumières, et la terrasse est royale. Sincèrement, l'ambiance est excellente, la serveuse est belle et porte un tatouage terrible : "l'amour est comme le miel sur les épines d'une rose". (en français dans le texte)

Les Mexicans Martinis, je ne connaissais pas, j'ai aimé tout de suite.

Les margaritas, je connaissais, j'ai continué à aimer :

Et j'ai mangé la meilleure glace du monde entier chez Amy. L'endroit rêvé pour les enfants comme pour les grands.


Il me faudrait des pages et des pages pour continuer à parler de Austin.

j'aime marcher la nuit à Austin, les rues sont grandes, spacieuses, aérées et belles. On se sent déconnectés du monde réel. Si en plus on marche au même rythme que cette personne magique qui était à mes côtés en écoutant du bon son, c'est vraiment le paradis sur terre. Si en plus on peut marcher au milieu d'une route sans que dans les 15 secondes qui suivent les flics viennent vous arreter, c'est la crème des crèmes.


Magiques nuits....

il faut dire que ce que j'ai trouvé à austin est irremplaçable. Des centaines et des centaines d'endroits et de moments qui m'ont fait aimé cette ville.

Mais la personne qui m'a vraiment fait aimé Austin, s'appelle Jaya. et J'aime cette personne.

je reviendrais à lui et à Austin... très bientôt.

[Note from Kantiki Jayamana: Very soon! Putain bientot ! Je t'aime ma Lili]

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/w thanks to LiLi for sharing these beautiful moments

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The Way (2011)


I'd normally pass on this type o' flic, assuming that it'd get everything wrong, but the trailer sold me and my sister Gaea was treating. And I've gotta say: I'm impressed. Pilgrims, backpackers, and travelers alike will all find something to enjoy and be inspired by here in this movie.. . and, if your ass is as landlocked as I am, your wanderlust will have you going crazy. The kind of crazy where you're thinking about what banks deserve to be robbed. The movie centers on four travelers who're walking the Way of Saint James--the pilgrims' path through northern Spain, stretching from the French border to the Atlantic, and spanning the length of the Pyrenees mountains. Needless to say, the vistas are breathtaking, and it's actually a damned good representation of the spiritual and human sides of traveling (both the ups AND downs). Backed by some solid acting and a soundtrack that doesn't make me want to commit mass murder, I'm definitely out to proselytize the movie to others.

The movie holds a special place for anyone who's specifically interested in the Way of Saint James, as well as for those who've already walked the Camino de Santiago. It covers many points along the way of the pilgrimage, everything from various essential items, to people and faces along the way, to the lessons themselves. It's a more authentic representation than I normally give Hollywood (and independents) credit for, and it's a movie that I'll return to on multiple occasions. Mad thanks to Gaea for not only turning me on to the movie, but treating me to the show as well. It's somewhat fitting that my high-endurance sandals broke as we walked to the movie.

Care to take a little walk?

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Burning Man 2011 de la Tiki
...because everything burns...
The Temple burns, Burning Man 2011
You can't just start off by talking about the steampunk octopus that breathes fire, or how you saw an airship dock above a wooden pier that was built in the middle of the desert. Peeps just don't understand it unless they were there. So... well... you've gotta give 'em something they can understand. And that's where I'll start. At Burning Man this year, there were portapotties, drugs, sex, and music. There you go. If you weren't there, your chances of understanding all the rest are rather goddamned slim. And, as the desert was completely sold out this year, your chances of actually being "there" don't run that high either. Hope you made it, because it was one frakking hellova ride!

Care to join me? I'll be gentle. Pinkie swear! Let's start easy, with music...

Dusty Beats: Beats Antique, burners for quite a few years, returned to the playa in 2011... and they just didn't hold anything back. It's useless to post videos or photos, as none of them capture Zoe Jakes belly dancing, the fire dancers, dancers swinging from cranes and suspended above the audience. None of them capture Sidecar Tommy climbing on the dome and yelling, "It's so good to be back in the dust again and dirty!" You just have to accept that bass-heavy belly dancing music that pulls from every corner of the world is frakking "where it's at"! Period! I caught their show at Fractal Nation, as well as at Temple of Boom after the Man burned on Saturday. Both shows were very different, and both were completely amazing and unique! They played early versions of "The Porch", "Skytalk", and "Cat Skillz" (from the new album "ELEKTRAFONE") at both shows. At the same time, I need to give Mochipet and Minnesota props for their amazing shows this year also. I wanted to have a version of my own sets online from Playa Pail Kids and the Mystic Intentheon before writing this, but that hasn't happened yet. For anyone who hasn't heard Beats Antique before, here are two of their free downloads. Clicky, clicky...


"Cat Skillz" by Beats Antique
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"Miss Levine" by Beats Antique
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The Temple of Transition at dawn, Burning Man 2011
The Temple of Transition: Monolithic, yet elegant, the Temple's central spire (out of 6) rose 120ft above the playa. You could see it from anywhere, and with almost no storms at all this year, the Temple was more of a central figure on the playa this year than the Man. Fitting, as this year's theme was "Rites of Passage". I spent most of my time this year at the Temple, visiting at least once every day, and carrying many messages and symbols from people around the world. Again, nothing can truly describe the place, not without actually showing you every single carved plaque on the outer walls, or taking you into the central spire where automated gongs rang together to create a synchronous cacophony of sound. Unless you heard the Earth Harp being played at sunset, with it's cords stretching from the entrance all the way to the central spire, then there is nothing and no video to describe it. Unless you were at the Temple at midnight, when the world's largest clock struck midnight and lit the Temple's central chandelier with green laser light, then there are no amount of words that will ever replace the experience.. . and across every surface of the temple were written millions of words, charged with one emotion after another. When it burned, my sister Gaea and I were at the very front. The sheer size of the fire sent people moving farther back. The pea coat I was wearing to protect me from the cold, only minutes earlier, became my shield to protect me from the heat. And the most beautiful building in the entire world burned to ashes, carrying millions of cindery stars into the darkness of the sky above. Because, in the end, everything burns.

"El Pulpo Mechanico" by Duane Flatmo: It is that time.. . time to break out the steampunk octopus. Duane Flatmo's firebreathing bike-powered dragon [YouTube] has already become famous on the playa. In 2011, the good Mr. Flatmo brought a giant metal octopus to the playa that created parties wherever it went. 8 metal arms, 3 sets of bulging eyes, 3 mouths, and a crown of fire, towering well above the burners who flocked all around it. The video speaks for itself!

"Charon" by Peter Hudson: Another long-term artist in the desert, Peter Hudson specializes in bringing sculptures to life... and when I saw what he brought to the desert this year, I couldn't believe my eyes. I walked nearer and nearer, until I was standing next to the boat itself, and I was looking into the eyes of the river-man Charon. He was larger than myself, and rowing back and forth.. . and I was fresh out of coins. There would be no passage across the River Styx for me that night. Gaea and I went looking for Charon on another night, but we couldn't find him. When we gave up looking, Charon found us.. . and again on another night. The video doesn't do the true experience justice, but you at least need to SEE what Hudson brought to life here.

The Pier: Why the hell has no one ever built a pier on the playa before? And they didn't just build a pier, they went all-out on it! They nailed wooden boards together, roping off areas, and they ran lighting over the top of it. This was an actual pier. There were boats down in the dust of the desert, and you could hear seagulls singing. There were many boats on the playa in 2011, and the Pier became the natural place for all of them to come dock. On one night, almost all of the boats on the playa came to dock at the pier, bringing the parties that were happening on each boat with them. The hovercraft known as The Airship Victoria joined the party, pulling over the top of the pier and mooring itself to watch the crowd below. If I had anything to say about it, I would demand the Pier be built every year on the playa! Check it!

The People - Burners: And there's no way I am going to list more than 100 frakking amazing beautiful faces, nor would telling about every one of them actually convey their presence to a random reader. So many amazing members of my tribe returned to the desert this year, making for one powerful and beautiful reunion after another, with conversations going deep into every night and starting early every morning (if they ended at all). I triangulated my days between three camps: Indie Rogue Burners, Playa Pail Kids, and Camp Mystic.. . . and slept very very little. So many new faces joined us in the desert this year, and with many heartfelt goodbyes. I'll see you again. The dust calls us all back in the end.

And, as always, I've covered less than 1% of the actual experience. There's just no describing the desert! ...but there's just no stopping us fools who keep trying!

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A Chequer-Board
'Tis all a Chequer-Board of Nights and Days
Where Destiny with men for pieces plays;
  hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
And, one-by-one, back in the Closet lays.

For In and Out, Above, About, Below,
'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-Show,
  play'd in a box whose candle is the Sun,
Round which we phantom figures come and go.


~Edward Fitzgerald's "Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" [Free PDF]

Chequer-Board by Kantiki


Featured Pilgrimage: The City in the Desert
Tell me a story, Love. No, not that story! I don't want to hear about princes, kingdoms, peasants and hardships. Tell me about the land beyond the city walls. Tell me about the waters... dance with me in the deserts... sing to me about the wind... remind me of the world that was forgotten.
What if I told you that there was a city in the desert that existed for only one week out of every year? What if I told you that 50,000 artists from around the world gathered in this city for a single week to make dreams into reality? What if I told you that this single week affects your life as you read this? Would you believe me? Because this is possibly the last great tribe of our species, and it's happening all around us!

burning man
burning man by Christopher Michel

For one week, Black Rock City is the third largest city in Nevada. In 59 days, our tribe will gather around the most beautiful temple on the entire planet... and we will burn it... and then the city will slowly disappear back into the desert. If you haven't been to Burning Man, then you have no idea what it really is. If I wrote you an entire novel about the city, you'd have no idea what it is. This city changes lives, including your life at this very moment. So come with me! Let me show you merely a glimpse into the City of Dreams... the last free city on the planet.

The Temple and Tasseograph at dawn
The Temple and Tasseograph at dawn by Mr. Nightshade

The temple on the left is the Temple of Forgiveness from 2007. The father of my blood was going to join my sister and I in the desert in 2007. Instead, my sister and I brought our father's ashes to this temple, sealed inside paper casings, wrapped in ribbons and with messages written on the paper from both my sister and I. That wasn't how we'd planned on bringing him here... yet now he's with us every year. And this is the temple. People don't hold back their emotions here. Written on the walls of the temple are messages and messages and more messages. A few are humorous, but most of them are raw emotions... pure and unfiltered. Reading enough of these words will break you down and open your heart. There's nothing else like it.

Burning Man 2010 - Metropolis: Eggchtropolis Bar
Eggchtropolis Bar by Extramatic

You see this bar? Guess how much a rum 'n coke will cost you here? No, seriously, how much? If you guessed "$0", you win a prize! I'll buy you your drink. Nothing's allowed to be sold in this city, with exception to the ice and the coffee that you can buy from the organization that runs the place. You bring a cup and a plate, and you'll be freely given the best food and drinks of your life: grilled cheese sandwiches, pancakes, bacon, food from every corner of the world, alcohol bars, juice bars, ice cream... the list continues ab absurdum. It really is absurd. In 2008, we were camped across the street from a man who'd spent an entire year trying to create the perfect pancake. His gift to the desert was bringing his secret recipe and cooking up one cake after another the entire morning... and they definitely tasted like the perfect pancake.

If you don't pay for anything during the week, then what do you pay for? You pay with your time, and you pay for your ticket, your tent, your travel and your water. You need these bare essentials to survive. The time is gonna hurt ya. The city exists for one week, with everyone leaving the city on the Monday of Labor Day. You read that right. If you're in school or if you're in the world of business, then this should definitely be a rather large annoyance. The ticket will cut about 200 or 300 bones outta your wallet (depending on when you buy it). You'll need a tent to survive, as well as a week's worth of water. And your travel? You're driving outta Reno, Nevada and into the desert... hours on the road. Me? I hitch rides and split gas with peeps. But getting to Reno means taking planes, or trains, or traveling in caravans of cars across the United States to get there. In the end, even after all the expenses, you pay far less for a week in Black Rock City than what you'd pay for a week's vacation in most cities around the world.

BURNING MAN 2010
BURNING MAN 2010 by Sam I Am Photography

Burners! Goddamned dirty hippies and anarchists, the lot of 'em! Or are we? Just what makes a person a burner? We all have lives in the world outside of Black Rock City (aka, "The Default World"). A burner can be anyone, from the peep serving your coffee to the CEO of a Fortune 500. If you need to hear some namedropping, then I can just point to Larry and Sergey (the founders of Google). You know what a Google Doodle is, right? Those cute pictures that you find on Google for special occasions? Do you know what the very first Google Doodle was? It was the Burning Man [reference]. If you want to find some more burners, then walk down the best seller list at your bookstore (or indie bookstore), or go to a movie, or pull up some music... or you can pick up a hitchhiker like me and ask where the crazy goggles came from. A burner's just a peep who comes to the desert and lives by one or more of the guiding principles. My two favorite principles are "Radical Self-expression" and "Radical Self-reliance", but everyone's different.

Burning man 2010
Burning man 2010 by HannaPDX

It's almost useless for me to tell you about fire. Obviously, even the name "Burning Man" infers that there's going to be fire.. . but no description will ever prepare you for thousands and thousands of people working together with fire in unison... often with burning machinery and sculptures all around them. There's fire and a LOT of it! Moving on...

Burning Man 2006 The NeverWas Haul by NewerWas crew burningman 06
Photo by Dust to Ashes

Yes, you are looking at a Victorian steampunk house that is driving around in the desert. This is called a mutant vehicle. Mutants and bikes are the only vehicles allowed to drive around Black Rock City. There are city buses, but they are double-decker and triple-decker buses with parties happening on every floor, often with large sails and colorful paintings on them. There was once (and likely will be again) an amazing pirate ship sailing out in the desert. There are smaller mutants, much like Duane Flatmo's fire-breathing sculptures. His bike-powered gleaming dragon is legendary at this point, then he added the chimera (below) in 2010.

Lobster Dragon, Burning Man 2010 Dragon Art Car, Burning Man 2010
Photo by Michael Holden

Yes, this thing actually drives around and breathes fire. There are also plent of silly vehicles that aren't very artistic, then amazing vehicles that seem impossible. They're all mutants. There are also robots and robotic vehicles like the spiderwalker:

Burning Man 2010 - Metropolis: The Walking Beast at  MUSE
Photo by Extramatic

The majority of the art in Black Rock City is interactive. If it's music, you dance to it. If it's clothing and costumes, you wear it. If it's a tunnel with lights, you walk inside of it. If it's a tower with stairs, you climb to the top. But there's also plenty of art that exists solely to inspire, such as 2010's legendary Bliss Dance (below).

Burning Man 2010 - Metropolis: Bliss Dance at Sunset
Photo by Extramatic

Some of my favorite art is found in the projects that extend out into the world beyond Burning Man. The WDYDWYD? project had a huge impact on my very first year in 2005, and it continues from year to year... as well as in businesses and colleges around the world. Ask yourself: "Why do you do what you do?" Answer that question. You can always change the answer later, but WDYDWYD here in this moment? Then, look into the eyes of others who've answered and read what they wrote.. . one answer after another.

wdydwyd? - to save us all
Photo by Tony Deifell

Also, the Time Love Memory installation in 2009. A vintage typewriter in the shape of a beetle's head was set up in the desert where peeps could find it and type anything they wanted.

Should I even talk about music? Almost everyone's heard that there's music at Burning Man. In fact, I was so naive that I once thought Burning Man was just a big concert in the desert. Wow! I was very wrong. But there's definitely music! Personal favorites such as Kraddy, Bassnectar, Mochipet and R/D all call the playa their home. The desert is made up of playa, a hard-packed dirt that is completely flat and breaks up into layers of dust. It is built for music that's heavy in bass. The music at night is dominated by electronic music. In fact, here's a bit of Bassnectar performing at the Temple of Boom (Burning Man, 2010):


Now, get really clear about this. No one was charged a single dollar to watch Bassnectar play. The two speaker systems you see in the video are a Funktion-1 Sound System. This is the second best sound system in the world. Bassnectar wasn't paid to drive out into the desert and play music. He came out here because he wanted to and because the desert's his home also. His music is his gift to the playa... and we all have something to give. Everyone! If you're a burner, you've already "got" this... but if you're not a burner, then this is a point worth stressing the importance of. This city's our Home. We do this because dust is in our blood and because these lunatics are our tribe. Yes, even including these crazyheads below.

Stick figures at Burning Man 2010

Of course everything I just told you is merely an illusion... selective pieces of a whole that's been designed to tempt you. I made no mention of how the storms will beat your body to the ground and break you open... nor did I mention the odd coincidences (called "playa magic") that surround the city and the tribe... nor did I mention the scorching heat of the day and the freezing temperatures of the night. And I'm definitely not going to mention the overwhelming gratitude you feel when peeps won't stop giving you things. Consider all of that (and more) on the unmentionable list.

And, more than anything else, I'm not tellin' ya about the moment when you can't focus your senses anymore... when you can't register everything that's happening all around you... when you simply start accepting everything around you as real and you allow pure unfiltered reality to enter your body. That's called "burning", and we're not frakking talkin' about it here!

Moving on!

But, now that you've got a small taste of what's going on here, maybe these two videos will make a little more sense. The first is the more fast-paced crazy side of the burn, while the second is the slower, more spiritual side of the desert.



Oh, yeah, and we burn a wooden man the size of a building at the end of the week. We frakking burn the sh!t outta him! Love that guy. For a burner, there's the Home (with a capital H) that is Black Rock City... and then there's the home back in the Default World outside of the desert. I think Wolfe said it best, "You can go home again, but you can't go all the way home, and not all of you makes it there."


Song of the Day: [Free from Kraddy]
The Infesticons - Bombs Anthem (Kraddy Remix)
"Bombs Anthem [Kraddy Remix]" by The Infesticons
Further Reading:
• Landlore - How to Properly Issue a Ticket to a Police Officer in 5 Easy Steps
• Official Blog - Confused by Burning Man? You're goddamn right you are!!!
• MJMFilms - "You people have ruined me. Thank you."
• System Andromeda - The Thing about Burning Man
• Write-up by Audi: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
• Tim Ferriss - Kindness in a Storm

PS: Sending special thanks to David Best, the designer of 2007's Temple of Forgiveness. He brought the ashes of both his parents to this temple, and during the very same year that my sister and I brought the ashes of our father here. There will come a day when my own ashes will be brought to this desert. This is our Home. Thank you!

PPS: Self-promote your ass in the comments! I KNOW that I forgot plenty of great articles. If you've written about the burn or have a favorite article, leave a link in the comments.

PPPS: Can you see my middle finger? Good, good... that means "I love you" in playaspeak. Welcome to the desert! Welcome to Nowhere! Welcome Home!

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Zombie Updates and Tron Results
This bit o' RoadNews is gonna be a bit different, as I wanted to update everyone on how far Miss Tuesday Cain's "Zombie Haiku" has spread, as well as send thanks and updates to everyone who voted in the Daft Punk Remix Contest. Let's talk zombie...

It's been months since Miss Tuesday Cain first got into trouble at school for turning in her "Zombie Haiku" as homework. What's changed? Gaea Qandromeda, who first turned me onto Tuesday's poem, has written her own tribute article explaining how all this happened. It's a fun and insightful diatribe that shouldn't be missed. Check it: Tribute Post: "Zombie Haiku" by Miss Tuesday Cain. Also, Ryan Mecum, the author of the book "Zombie Haiku", has supported Tuesday... going so far as comparing her to Stephen King. Thank you Ryan! You're a rock star... in that lurching "please don't bite me" kinda way. One of the better discussion threads about the haiku was lead by Ziki [Here on deviantART].

Ever so slowly (rather zombie-like), the haiku is still spreading. The name Miss Tuesday Cain has certainly become a fixture on Google. If you'd like to help spread Tuesday's poem and story even farther, then read the original entry. Be sure to leave a link in the comments if you spread her story online. Afterall, we need to track the spread of the virus.

Now, let's talk Punk... Daft Punk. I posted a request back in May asking peeps to help vote on my remix in Disney's "Tron: Legacy" competition. It was easily the most difficult competition I've ever been a part of. Frakking THANK YOU to everyone who voted!!!! And how'd it turn out? Out of 891 remixes, my remix finished at #11 in the world. Thank you! For anyone who missed it, it's up for free download (along with the rest of my music) [Here on SoundCloud].

Have no idea what's going on? Here's some shinies to look at. Ooh, look! Shiny!

12yr Old Girl's Zombie Haiku

[Free Remix Download] Daft Punk - TH3 GR1D (Jaya Prime's Icon-of-Monkey Mix)
A Strange Town
To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.
~ Freya Stark
The Open Air Museum

Resources - The Open Air Museum: The world is a canvas... and there's alotta peeps who don't like it this way. But they're not gonna stop all the street artists until spray paint's been banned. That ain't happenin' anytime soon. Until that day, and traveler can take a trip to the open air museum just by taking a wrong turn down the right alley.

I've seen some pretty damned impressive art out on the streets, everything from random tagging, to wildstyle signatures, to full-wall murals, to Banksy-style political statements. Stencils like the one above are common these days, and it's likely you've seen this one before if you've spent any time touring the back alleys of the world. I took this particular shot in Amsterdam, just across the canal from the Reich Museum. For the record, I didn't even bother checking out the actual museum. Nothing against it for other peeps, but urban art's just more my style.

Now, here's the crazy part: graffiti's frakking everywhere. I mean everywhere! I've jumped off a train and found impressive murals hidden on concrete where no one--NO ONE!--would likely ever see it again. Just art, randomly out in the middle of nowhere and waiting for someone to come find it. The art changes drastically by culture and location, and the evolution in street art comes at a severely fast pace. One artist figures out a better method, and other artists jump on it like it's the last good hit of heroin the world will ever know.

Then there are the more famous spots for graffiti, like the Glebe Tram Sheds in Sydney, Australia [Flickr]. Damn! Cities like Austin welcome street artists, with many stores opening up their walls and bathrooms for free art. As it would normally be illegal, this proves to be a thorn in the side of enforcement agencies. "Wait, you mean you want them to graffiti your walls?" Heh, heh... how hard is to "get" the concept of free art? In thanks to Lili, I found out that Serge Gainsbourg had a wall outside of his house that was completely open for artists to come in and graffiti. Gainsbourg's smile in the photos of him in front of this wall say everything.

People pass by some of the most impressive art on the streets every day, and they completely miss it. Some of 'em notice. Some notice, and don't even see the art, thinking only that it's more trash cluttering up the streets. Others notice, and can't believe that everyone else can walk by without stopping. "Do you see this? This is amazing!" And then one day it's gone, with the art painted over or washed away. Like many things on the street, there's a terrible sense of transience surrounding this art.

Appreciate it while you can
...as all things end in blood and dust.

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Phazeman - Life Ain't No Dress Rehearsal
"Life Ain't No Dress Rehearsal" by Phazeman
The Worldwide Teleporter Race and Scavenger Hunt
It's time to start building the list of travelers who'll be part of The Worldwide Teleporter Race and Scavenger Hunt. Yes, the tech could be ten or twenty years away, as science has been behind schedule on this one, but we're going to start the list now.

Who are the racers?
christineletts
HostelsandTours
KatrinaMauro
GoSaraBeth
iTikiTweet
...and:
Olivia Demdem
Andromeda Ross
Pierced Hearts and True Love
Xoltan Maje

What does the race entail? Once there are at least seven or twelve working teleporters in cities around the planet, the race will circumnavigate the globe a single time. The locations depend on what cities have the first working teleporters. Also, the race will be part scavenger hunt. Fun! To teleport to the next city, you'll need to find the item on your list. There's a 24-hour time limit, giving about two hours per city if there are a full 12 working teleporters at the time. Racers who want to get any sleep will need to tag-team it. There'll be parties on both sides of the race, for the kick-off party and for the afterparty. In fact, I'll DJ during both parties. I hope everybody likes trip-hop and dubstep, because I don't DJ much of anything else these days... 'n dubstep is the future.

Teleporter Race? WTF are you talking about? During the Travelers' Night-In meeting three weeks ago, they asked the question: "Tell us your fantasy travel experience?" Let's just say that teleporters are ALWAYS on my mind, especially recently. Naturally, I answered, "Teleporters! How many countries in one day? Tell me that wouldnt be awesome!" Christine Letts RTd and added, "Exactly!" Chile's own Hostels and Tours chimed in with a vote also, but it was Katrina Mauro who made it a race, tweeting, "When it happens, I'll race you!" I tagged on the scavenger hunt part, with Sara Beth agreeing and Katrina saying, "I'm so in!" Hostels and Tours is definitely in, tweeting, "@GoSaraBeth @iTikiTweet @KatrinaMauro @christineletts this is so much fun! i feel i´m actually teleporting right now! i am so gonna win!", as well as Christine with another, "I'm in!"

Needless to say, "It's on!"

If you're in, or if you have any suggestions for the race, leave your name in the comments. We have plenty of time to work out the details, as science hasn't even completed an economically viable flying car. Sheesh! The world's too far behind schedule on a lot of this... but it'll catch up.
A Ship in Harbor
A ship is safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for.
~ William Shedd
Rock Like Ozzy... in Mexico!
Story - Rock Like Ozzy: My brother Zero and I stopped and stood quietly for a moment after passing thru the border guard... now truly on American soil. They'd asked us what we'd been doing in Matamoros. With a shrug, we told 'em that we'd been out for a night's drinks and some writing... no hitchhiking... no drugs... and certainly no demons. Just drinking. They bought the story.

Looking back towards Mexico, Zero said, "Well... that was Mexico."

I smiled, saying, "If there's one thing we've left behind, we've taught their children how to rock like Ozzy!"

I'd thrown up a fist, with index and pinkie fingers extended--The Horns. Zero met my horns with his, laughing, "Rock like Ozzy!" This was victory.

And there's a damned good story behind all this silliness. Here's how I like to tell it...

We'd found a bus stop in Coatzacoalcos de Mexico, one that edged up nicely against the railroad tracks. The trains left the yard just blocks up the street. Not that any trains actually left the yard, but we'd been hoping for a train for almost 12hours. The one train we did jump in Coatzacoalcos reversed course, then pulled back into the yard. No bueno!

We took turns playing the lookout, while the other rested. Children from the surrounding shops and houses were drawn to go investigate the two gringos cranking Zzzs down at the bus stop. Zero, when he couldn't understand the children, took to teaching them English. Not just any kinda English... pop culture English.

Zero: "Rock... rock..."

Children: "Rrog... rroggg..."

Zero, waving hands: "No, rock!" *throwing the horns* "Rock!"

Children: "Rokghu... Rokkh!"

Zero: "Bueno! Muy bueno. Now, rock like Ozzy."

Children, throwing horns: "Rock lick Izzy!"

Zero: "Ozzy! Rock like Ozzy!"

Children: "Rock like Ozzy! Rock like Ozzy!"

Hours passed. The sun began to set. Eleven Mexican children danced in a circle around Zero. He gleefully shouts, "Rock like Ozzy!" The kids answered in a chorus. "Rock like Ozzy!"

Zero looked over at me. "We're not jumping this train, are we?"

"No. We're not catching this train."

I motioned my head towards the street. Zero broke himself from the circle, holding up his palm in the sign for "stay". Once he'd joined me at a breakaway distance, he turned the "stay" back into the horns, shouting one last "rock like Ozzy!"

A final round of "rock like Ozzy" began as we turned and sought our exit from this city elsewhere.

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Portishead - Roads (HavocNdeeD RemiX ft. Matt Downs)
"Roads (HavocNdeeD RemiX ft. Matt Downs)" by Portishead
Note: Today's entry comes from the second "Landlore" book. The final version may vary.
Next-Level Walking (Seriously)
Why You Need to Walk More: a Conversation with Context: If you haven't heard it enough times, they key to really getting to know a place is to immerse yourself with the ones who live there. Paul and Lani [with Context] add to this mix one o' my favorite special ingredients--walking. But the recipe isn't done, and you're gonna have to read the full article for the rest of it. The concept they've tried and tested is tempting as all hell and it actually works.

Fav phrase lately, /w thx to Vernaye: (Korean) 행운 (phonetically: haeng-un) "Good Luck"
Those to Follow
The rest of those who have gone before us cannot steady the unrest of those to follow.
~ Finding Forrester
Docking the Canyon, Pt 1, They call this a road

Story - Docking the Canyon, Pt 1, They call this a road: Boondocking means camping for free. The difference between "squatting" and "boondocking" is that the latter of the two is legal. If someone doesn't own the land, or if it's legally open to the public, then it's free to boondock. This includes primitive campgrounds like Toroweap in the Grand Canyon... and, lemme tell ya, some 'o these sites take "primitive" to a whole new level. The very name "boondocking" comes from the fact that most of this land is as far out into the boondocks as you can get. Toroweap, however, is easily the most impressive primitive camping ground that we've found to-date.

Take the outhouse above for example. This crazy facility's literally been built on the very rim of the canyon. It has two rooms and it's been cleaned by park rangers and other campers. There are actually toilets! There's no real running water; this is, after all, a desert... and the nearest running water is a mile below you. That'd be at the bottom of the canyon. There is, however, an insane mulching system that not only helps restore the local environment, but keeps the place smelling good. It's more advanced than you'll find in a public park.

That said, Toroweap's definitely got its primitive side. To our discredit, we'd been warned not to drive out into the canyon with our little white sedan. But this is Dame Blanca we're talking about! This car chews up deserts for breakfast and shakes the dust off like it ain't nothin'. It does help, however, to actually have something that resembles a road... and they call this a road?

Primitive Boondocking

Take special note of the jutting rocks and sudden drop-offs. Did I mention that we were driving up this road during the night? Well, consider it mentioned. Hmmm... actually, that'd be yet another thing that we'd have to log under a whole lotta "our fault". Whatevz! Dame Blanca could handle it. Getting out of the car to grab our bearings, we noticed the narrow ledge that we'd almost driven over. Fortunately, we also noticed where there was something resembling actual camping grounds. Rock!

No, literally, "rock"... the camping grounds were made up entirely of rock. Pitching our tents meant weighing them down with everything we'd brought with us. That far up in the canyon, any tent that ain't held down by som'n is gonna go flying free in the wind. If it fits your fancy, you can wave "goodbye" to it while you watch it fly away. Our plans were very specific about the part where our tents stayed in one place.

The Checklist:
• First thing in the morning: check all four tires to make sure we could escape the canyon. Check! Yes, Dame Blanca was good to go.
• Second thing in the morning: get a photo of whateverthefrakk that thing was that they call a road. Check! 'Cuz damn, that's some serious offroading there.
• Third thing in the morning: throw this frakking list away, fill waterbags, then go explore the canyon.

While we were out hiking, we left tea on the rocks to brew in the sun. We also gathered a nice group of mosquitoes to follow us home to our camp. Little buggers, ya just can't get away from 'em. Humanity needs to step up its tech game. Once science finally gets a working teleporter out into the world, the next step is to develop a way for humans to communicate with geckos. Can you see it? Mankind fighting alongside geckokind in a world wide effort to annihilate all of the mosquitoes EVERYWHERE! It's... so... beautiful!

Welcome to Toroweap fools! ...and enjoy the Canyon!

Related Posts:
Docking the Canyon, Pt 2, It tastes like burning
Docking the Canyon, Pt 3, Flushed

More Boondocking Info from External Sites:
Boondocking sites on The Wandering Hobo
Boondocking dot Org

Song of the Day: Andrea - Cigarettes & Ectoplasmes [Free from Triple-S]
"Cigarettes & Ectoplasmes" by Andrea