January 31, 2009

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It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.


Hipster Olympics

January 26, 2009

Desert Folk

...are completely different from OC/LA folk. I found the people to be simple, honest and downright friendly.
Saturday morning at the peak of dawn I hit the road with a friend and headed out to the quaint town of Joshua Tree and found it to be all that I had hoped. Rustic cafes, an array of thrift stores with magnificent finds (I bought a sweet vest for $1.08) and endless photo opportunities for the avid (amateur) photographer. I noticed no rushing of any sort, just people sitting down with their morning paper and coffee enjoying the sweet company of others.
Other places we checked out were Bombay Beach, a city of ruins on the Salton Sea, Big Fucking Rock and Noah's Purify Foundation, which for many people may seem like a bunch of junk in the middle of the desert but to others it is a wonderland of living art.
That night we joined the locals for an open mike concert at Slab City. (perhaps you have heard of it from the popular book/movie Into the Wild) Hippies, squatters, nomads, the young the restless and the old joined together for a night of good music, hotdogs all under the twinkling star-studded sky of the desert.

getting stabbed by a cactus
getting a speeding ticket
having to go back to Orange County.