Current Residence: Arizona Favourite genre of music: mainly rock, anything but country. Favourite style of art: Surrealist/candid portraits Operating System: Linux MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch Favourite cartoon character: Peter Griffin Personal Quote: Art has never been made while thinking of art-Niko Stumpo
Tired beyond belief. The mandatory tire-blow-out occurred today. BOOM. Rubber shredded, metal skidding. Scary for a moment, then silence. No spare. No lug nut turn-y thing. Just a tiny, barely effective jack.
Four hours later, we had miraculously gotten a temp tire and put it on, rumbling awkwardly down the lumpy, uneven California roads. A hotel later, and we are stuck in one place for a while.
Home is looking pretty wonderful.
The houses here are... different. It looks like I'm back in the 19th century. All the wall plugs in the room are at waist level- it's very strange juxtaposed to the leopard print carpet and widescreen tv.
So many pictures I've taken are just waiting on my camera to be posted. Going to have an Oregon folder on here that I'm very proud of. ^_^
It's colder here, somehow, though I'm farther south. Going down the coast is so different from going home the normal way. More glimpses of the ocean and the sand dunes as I go.
None of the streets are level, really, most of them have a mild up-and-down rolling quality of Hi-Low Rd in Oregon.
So much nature around, it's easy to forget there is a thriving social culture here. People of all backgrounds, shapes, colors and sizes wander the streets. Waiting at crosswalks, skipping over painted lines in the parking lot. Drinking coffee outside beneath massive green umbrellas.
I'm tired now, finally, but the creative masses are still tromping loudly through my head. I'll soon slap them and tell them to shut the heck up.
On an entirely different note,
Star Trek rocks my socks off.