Thursday, February 5, 2009

Bienvenidos a Guatemala!

This is a photo of the small farm near San Juan Chamelco, outside of Coban, Guatemala where I have been taking spanish lessons for the past two days. My entry into Guatemala was almost too easy, getting picked up from the airport and brought to the guest house, then the next morning a taxi right to the bus to Coban where I was met immediately by my wonderful hosts from the EcoCabaƱa language school. my lessons are fast paced and the homework is intense. today I have to write about the entire process of coffee production, from the soil to the plant to the harvest to the processing to cupping and grading and roasting, packing and brewing. in spanish! today was my second day! oy. After this intensive week of schooling, I will be free to get up to the fields and stay with coffee farmers for a night or two, hopefully longer. The next step in the plan was to get to a finca where they produce some amazing coffee in Huehuetenango called El Injerto, but late rains have rendered the roads unpassable between Coban and huehue, so I´ll have to go through El Capital to get there, which will take days, and I foresee myself getting distracted in Xela or lago atitlan on the way from Guate to Huehue.

soon, it´ll be all about the coffee. right now it´s all about learning spanish.

COFFEE!!

Saturday, January 31, 2009

New York City!? ...get a rope

Please forgive the above reference to an old salsa commercial.

Whose idea was it to start this trip in New York City!? They were right about the whole not sleeping thing. Yeah, I'll spend a few days in the craziest city in North America before I fly down to spend time in the wilderness with indigenous coffee farmers. And then come back here after two months! Hello culture shock, I'm looking forward to getting smacked in the face by you any day now.

Connections are falling into place for Guatemala and I'm very relieved to feel like things are coming together. Thank you Mel for the contacts, and thank you rad people and friends of friends for already being in Guatemala. It's all very exciting.

I owe a remarkable debt of gratitude to the wonderful folks from Royal Coffee, NY who I had the pleasure of visiting with on Friday, roasting and cupping coffee, eating pizza and geeking out on Lost, sample roasters and Kenyan micro-lots. Heaven. To know they got my back while I'm in Central America, even if moral support is all it is, feels like a net underneath me. Thanks y'all!

Last night, my world changed. for the first time ever in my life, I danced all night at a club in New York City. It was amazing. Remember that one movie with the scene in that packed club where music was really loud and lights were crazy and people were dancing all over the whole place and there was an attendant in the bathroom and everything? It was like that. All my gratitude to the proprieter of the establishment for his hospitality. And speaking of hospitality, my buddy Rich is a remarkable human being. He moved to NYC only three months ago to start acting and is already well on his way to a pretty sweet career in it. Go Rich.

Sadly, I missed all the incredible huge art pieces that have already been moved out, but earlier today I assisted in the evacuation of Alex Grey's studio. Ever seen Alex Grey's work? I'm sure you have. look it up, that is an order. it's amazing. Actually, just go here to www.Alexgrey.com. holy wow.

One last thought. In New York City, at least manhattan, there are almost no places to dip into to get a cup of coffee (disregarding bagel shops or deli's or whatever, I'm talking about an actual coffee centered coffee house with good coffee) that isn't a starbucks. I walked eight or so miles through the city yesterday and saw only one coffee shop that wasn't starbucks. entire neighborhoods with nothing at all. For shame, New York. It's almost tempting to consider opening a radical neighborhood specialty coffee shop up north on Broadway or something. Too bad about my three day limit in the City.

Stay tuned. next stop, a bookstore and then, Guatemala City!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

1/22/09

For those of you still tuning in, I've been back in Brattleboro for a bit over a week now, and will only be in town for another week. I've been spending nearly all my time on my own which is totally awesome 95% of the time and we won't be discussing the other 5 here. If you're a friend I haven't seen since I got back, don't take it personally, I'm in full-on recharge mode, just gimme a call.

Doing lots of art, stretching and exercising, reading about Guatemala, studying spanish, snowshoeing, XC skiing, listening to the radio and reading the paper, preparing for my next trip mentally and materially, hanging out with the family, playing my drums, writing in my journal...that's what's been filling most days lately.

And I've been giving lots of thought to where I'll be in a week and a half, something I haven't really said much of anything about here. Why am I going to Central America? I sometimes feel like I should have a mission, a thesis, a hypothesis, more of an Idea that would justify my being there, more of a purpose than the one I've got. Maybe I'm just nervous because it's coming up quick and may be, aside from organizing activist campaigns or teaching a college course or managing a company, one of the bigger things I've done.

In Mexico, January of 2007, I spent some time with an indigenous coffee farming community, an experience that was completely mind blowing, entirely humbling, and sort of made my brain explode. I was face to face for the first time in such an intensely direct way with colonialism, my white privilege, the real-time effects of neo-liberal globalization and the stories of people who were struggling to survive with dignity in spite of it all. And we were there with the farmers and families of Yunquin for only one full day. Too short. This made me want to go back to Central America and really spend some time on a farm, put in work, learn the language, hear the stories, experience the daily life for longer than a day. So I got back to the US, put in almost two years at a coffee roasting company, a great majority of that as the business manager, and decided after that tenure, having learned much about coffee from the perspective of a North American specialty roaster, that it was time I got back down to where it comes from. So I booked a two-month round trip to Guatemala, contacted a language school, a medium-sized independent high-end socially responsible coffee estate and a co-op of small scale organic, fair trade indigenous farming communities. I intend to keep my ear to the ground when I get there for more contacts, but so far I've got the first two and a half weeks booked. With the rest of the time I'll either find more coffee farms, farmers, communities, estates to explore, carry on to Nicaragua, Costa Rica or Panama to visit some places I've had in my sights, or hang out on a beach or up a volcano.

I'm going to Central America...

...Because it's important for people to know where the goods they consume originate and under what circumstances.

...Because particularly in the case of coffee, first hand experience at those places of origin is by far more educational and illuminating than any book, article or video could ever be.

...Because when I went to Mexico I could feel my perspective shifting and ideas about what I want to do with my life changing before my eyes. I was more inspired by that trip than anything else I can remember, and I need some more of that.

...Because I believe strongly that it's the responsibility of North American roasters to work side by side and in support of coffee growing communities to work for quality of life as well as quality of coffee, and the best way to do that is to spend time with those communities, listen to them and form relationships directly.

...Because I'm eager to to find out how coffee markets and programs such as Organic, Fair Trade, Cup of Excellence or Rainforest Alliance work and don't work for farmers, communities and co-ops of different types and sizes.

...Because my goal is to never stop learning about coffee and its consequences, and I figure this is a good way to keep up on it.

...Because I want to share with and enrich my community and work in support of coffee farming communities with whatever knowledge and experience I gain.

...Because it's high time I learned some Spanish.

...Because it's really really cold in Vermont right now. really really really cold.

If you've got any insights or advice, I'm all ears.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Art

The following pictures are of pieces of art that I've done in the past little while. All are done using nothing but paper and x-acto knives, some also have lightbulbs in the photos. Many are works in progress and in most cases I'm not happy with the photo quality. Click on the images for bigger pictures.

If I remember correctly, this is one of the very first I ever made. Musculature of the back and shoulders. The black is all one piece of paper, cut out the inside and pasted on the red, then cut out around it and pasted it on the beige.


This is a tree from a photo I took near the coffee roasting company where I used to work.


This evergreen was a new challenge, I finished it yesterday. It's from a photo I took at Snoqualmie Falls in Washington state.



These two pieces are for my, sadly, now inactive band, Nepantla.
Find our recordings to listen to by clicking here.
I'm way into the shapes of skulls with antlers and have a pile more pieces like this but unfortunately don't have any photos of them and they're really far away now.


Click on this one for a bigger image and better detail!! Actual size is about 9"x20"
It is of the human central nervous system, taken from a totally sweet anatomy book. It took a very very long time and spent a huge number of blades. I built a light box for it. This is the piece I'm most excited about and so the image quality I'm most disappointed by. Someday I'll have a nice camera again.


Detail of the brain and head.


The first tree I cut, and idiotically glued to an opaque piece of paper. no backlighting here. Also from a photo taken near the old roasting shop.



I love birds and trees and birds in trees. This was cut from a photo I took in Ohio. It's a work in progress. The sweet blue textured effect is from hanging it on a white fridge and taking a picture with the flash on a weird color balance setting. It will look much different when it's done.

I've got folder full of 'em, thanks to many late nights and a good portion of ISIS's discography.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

For good measure

A few more of the nearly 1200 photos taken during the recent road trip

The sun over Pittsburgh taken from Dan's rooftop.


Not the best photo but a pretty funny thing. Wandering the aisles of a local grocery store in Asheville, a bird swoops down and right past our heads and into the shelves, pausing long enough atop the salad dressings for me to snap this grainy photo before flying away. The bird, I mean.


Christy getting squished between the walls of an alleyway behind the Nashville Trader Joe's.


One of the thousands of windmills discussed in my earlier post from Sweetwater county, Texas


Just us and the road. Outside Clayton, NM.


Mountain landscape outside Graaaaaand Jnctshn, Coloraddy.


Sunset with a crappy camera.

Surveying the landscape outside Arches National Park, Moab, Utah.


Boxing in the new year on the magical Wii.

The ever stunning view from the shores of Lake Tahoe.

City nights in San Fransisco.

One of the many beautiful sculptures at the Albany Landfill site in the East Bay.


Sunset from the airplane on the flight back east.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Mark and Christy VT to Cali '08-'09 Road trip recap and stat sheet

Start - Brattleboro, VT
End - Oakland, California
Start date - 12/3/08
End date - 1/6/09
Long driving days - 15
Total days - 35
Miles Travelled - 6,139
States crossed - 16
Fuel stops - 39
Total $ spent on gas - $484.67
Total Gallons Consumed - 272.66
Average MPG - 22.5 (keeping in mind it was an all wheel drive car and heavily loaded down)
Average Price per Gallon - 1.777561799
Most Expensive gas - $2.25, Happy Texas
Least Expensive gas - 1.35, Sandy, UT

Cities stayed - 15
People stayed with -
Friends houses - 9
Family - 3
Motels - 3
New friends (previously unknown folks who kindly hosted us, of course we made about 1,000 new friends) - 2

Items left or lost along the way -
iPod
sweet pair of polarized singlasses (r.i.p)
Leatherman tool in holster (I got it back, Thanks, Tate!)

Most Awesome non-x-mas item acquired -
Thule roof rack assembly with correct towers and Q-clips for Subaru Legacy with no
window frames or rain gutters. what are the odds? Thanks Jenna and Karl!

Most highly recommended book read on the trip -
Flight by Sherman Alexie. I read it in one day, you can too. It's great.

Movies watched -
How to draw a bunny, Milk, The Times of Harvey Milk, Loose Change, Brain Candy, Elf,
Shrek, Iron Man, Hellboy, The Music Within, Planet Earth documentaries, an obscure british comedy I'll never remember the name of and a TON of Metalocalypse.

Sock hops - 1
Hot tubs - 2
Hot springs - 3
Canyons - 4
Mountain passes - 5
Dogs we met along the way - 21
Fights, disagreements, difficulties, etc. as one might expect when two people are stuck in a car together for over a month - 0

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Idaho Vs. Vermont. Round 1. FIGHT!



There's one thing Idaho's got that vermont ain't got. Hot Springs. Burning hot mineral rich water that flows right out of the earth, down mountains into cold fresh creeks where people've built pools around where the hot pours in, so you can take off yer clothes and get in the hot rock pool in a creek in the middle of nowhere in the snowy woods.


And it's awesome.

But Vermont's got summer swimming holes alll frickin' over the place. Ponds and lakes and rivers and brooks, like you could pick a new one every week and not run out by the time it's too cold to swim anymore. Big quiet lakes, quick little rivers, rocks to jump from, places only you and your friends know about til some fool blows up the spot, then you find another place to make a secret dam and sweet new secret place to go. But I suppose Idaho's got tons of those too.

One thing idaho has that Vermont certainly does not have is canyons! great big huge rock cliffs directly facing great big huge rock cliffs with rivers running in between them way at the bottom. That, along with jagged snow-capped mountains, is one of the dramatic characteristics of the landscape out here that makes out here unique. unique from Vermont anyway, because they got canyons in Utah, too, and I think there's a pretty big one in Arizona somewhere. However, I'm considering now, do gorges count? Because Queechee has a gorge, and Queechee is in Vermont. It's sorta like a canyon, just not quite as big. if it counts, disregard this paragraph.





But you know one thing that Vermont has that's not out here? Sugar maples. The magical tree that bleeds sweet water that gets boiled down to a thing syrup of pure amber golden sugary goodness. If you don't understand the sorcery in that then I can't even begin to try to convince you. In other words, if you're not from around here you just don't know.
And, as I'm in Idaho as I write this, I'm not from around here, so where's no way that I can know for sure what it's like to be from here, because as I'm thinking of all the wonderful things that either place has or lacks, I keep coming back to Idaho might have rivers to swim in but it doesn't have the rock river, may have ponds but it doesn't have south pond. It might have beautiful trees to play in but not the ones I climbed when I was little. It might be a magical place for a million people who live here or lived here or visited and loved it but to me there's no place like the place that watched me grow up. Mountains might be bigger and canyons might be deeper elsewhere, but there's no place like Vermont. Not in Oregon across the continent or New Hampshire across the river. Because I was born there, I'll probably die there and the whole time in between it'll always be my home, no matter where I am.

Plus, there's way less strip malls and no sprawling sub-divisions. And not - this should have been the first sentence of this entry - not a single solitary goddamn billboard is displayed throughout the entire state. And we were the last of the lower 48, maybe all 50 states, to allow wal-mart to trespass within the boundaries, and the first to pass civil unions, and our senator is a socialist.

Beat that.

Monday, December 29, 2008

If there's one thing I've learned on this trip...

...It's that it's very difficult to keep a travel blog when your access to a good internet connection is very infrequent and the site you use to host the damn thing never lets you actually upload photos. Also, I'm pretty picky about what I put up, so I didn't really want to do a half-assed job with no photos all along the way. So I waited until I had time here to actually write stuff, until I could mess with photo files and actually upload them, until I had a solid enough connection to hang online long enough to compose. That's right, Compose.

So the last post was from Texas? Jesus. I hope I haven't completely lost your attention. And now to tell all the stories I should have been telling all along the way all at once would be far too long for the average contemporary american attention span. No offense, I'll just paraphrase and give some highlights since then. From Austin we've driven a few thousand miles up through Texas into New Mexico. Unfortunately we just cut across the top corner of that state and didn't have a chance to go to Albuquerque, which I've wanted to do for a long time now. But we did stay in beautiful sunny Clayton, NM where we ate at the historic Eklund Hotel - a very classy joint straight from the late 1800's. From there we took ... umm... Highway? 193? This is a highway in New Mexico:



Yeahhh. Twenty-odd miles of gravel, our bikes were not very happy on the back of the car, but we did see a pretty sweet herd of antelope and some incredibly gorgeous scenery. Not to mention a "town" called gladstone that, as far as we could see, consisted of a trading post and that's all. It was also my first experience ever in a snowy desert. Growing up in Vermont a kid could get to thinking that deserts are ALWAYS really really hot and snow in deserts couldn't ever exist. let this dispel that myth, that in a high New Mexico desert, we built an EIGHT FOOT TALL SNOWMAN!! Isn't it amazing!!?? it's HUGE!!


Then we stayed in Denver with Trevor AKA Twelve, Christy's old friend from Idaho. And it was Awesome!! I could totally live in Denver for a while.

And from Denver to Moab, Utah, home of Arches National Park. You may have heard of it in the news lately, it's one of the places that the Bush administration wants to open up to oil and natural gas exploration. Yup, including some of the land within park boundaries, even. National Park land, full of industrial equipment and the risk of environmental disasters. Oh right, it's safe, totally, just ask the Tennessee Valley Authority about the safety of natural resource extraction and energy production. Clean Coal my ass. Awesome guys, real cool guys. totally sweet.

Here's what Bush and the BLM want to fuck up:


Tons of big huge enormous red rock walls and crazy canyonlands and formations.


Balanced rock in the morning sunlight. And at maybe around ten degrees f.


Turret Arch. Photos do no justice. This thing towers probably seven stories up and had me choking on my tongue it was so awesome.


Christy being cute with Delicate Arch in the background.


Someday, this will ALL be OUUURRRSSS.... wait, it sorta already is. okay. Someday, This will all be littered with OIL WELLS!!!


Landscape Arch. 306 feet long, WAY WAY WAY bigger than any photo I'd ever seen made it look. It's HUGE, and way high up. definitely worth the hike.

AND!! ...a bunny.

Then we went to Salt Lake City. The record here of my thoughts on Salt Lake City have been censored by my better judgment. Mormons are completely insane and should keep their filthy paws off the California constitution. If you don't like gay marriage then don't $#*^!ng have one but don't go passing constitutional amendments limiting other people's civil rights. Ditto abortion, keep your religion to yourself. (jerks.) okay, partially censored.

Then to Idaho, then through Nevada to Lake Tahoe to Oakland. Now we're in Oakland. Told you I'd be summarizing. Do you have any idea how long I've been in front of this screen?

More later.




Thursday, December 18, 2008

Milk

A couple days ago in Austin we had a Harvey Milk memorial day. It began early in the afternoon with the award winning documentary called The Times of Harvey Milk, which when I was in college was the first movie since I was little that was so overwhelming and intense and touching that it made me just bawl into my palms. This time I managed to choke it back but there's a scene toward the end (maybe if you've seen it, you know the one, the vigil scene...) that hits me like a damn battering ram in the chest every time. 

If you haven't seen this movie, I can't recommend it highly enough. 

later that night we saw the Hollywood take on the story of Harvey Milk starring Sean Penn as Harvey. I had been looking forward to seeing it ever since I heard just a couple months ago that it was being made and hearing reviews of it and interviews with some cast members. Word on the street was that the movie was incredibly well made and remarkably accurate and that Sean Penn totally kills it as Harvey Milk. And you know? you may have heard this before but seriously, by halfway through Milk you can forget that you're watching Sean Penn because it just becomes the story. The way they use real news footage and imagery from Harvey's campaigns blends the non-fiction telling with reality in a way that blurs the lines even more.

Go see this movie. If you've never heard of Harvey Milk or what happened in San Fransisco in the late 70's, go see this movie. If you've ever heard of the murder defense where they successfully argued that the twinkies made him do it but aren't exactly sure where the story originated, GO SEE THIS MOVIE! If you're not doing anything tonight and it's still playing in a theater near you, Go See This Movie! And when you're done, rent the documentary, The Times of Harvey Milk. 

That is an order. 

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Everything's bigger in Texas

Taking smaller state roads instead of interstates will give you a more sincere impression of a place. Otherwise it's just truck stops and fast food joints and breakdown lanes and exit signs the whole way, and those look the same whether you're in Vermont or North Carolina or Texas or Oregon or California. 

From Austin it was northwest on 183, through smaller towns but still 70 mph. Awesome. In Sweetwater we pulled off the highway to get a closer look at the windmills spinning sedately by the dozens in every field within view. More and more as we went on until hundreds could be seen stretching all the way to the horizon in every direction, probably thousands in the county. 

All the fields where the windmills stood were growing cotton. Have you ever seen cotton growing on the plant? It's amazing! It's just like...Cotton! I mean, there's seeds in it that need to be processed out, sure, but beside that it's soft and white and fluffy just like you'll find it in the store. It really makes me wonder why cotton is usually bleached (what, to make it...white?) and processed with all sorts of chemicals. Anyone? Anyone?

As we were pulled over on a dirt roadside admiring the windmills, an enormous pickup truck with Texas plates slowed to a stop beside us. A little nervous that is might be his land we were loitering on, I braced myself for any brand of texas style greeting. 
"You guys aren't broke down, are you?"
"Naw we're fine, just checking out the windmills."

Turns out there's a higher concentration of energy producing windmills in this county than anywhere else in the world. Thinking of the opposition to wind energy development in Vermont, I asked him how the locals around here feel about them. At first he didn't seem to know what I was talking about. Everyone around here supports it. Really? But this is Texas, land of Oil. Wind farms have local support? yup. create jobs? yup. Benefit the community? ayup. "See them big poles up there? that's more goin' in, They're puttin another 300 up'n a field out that way soon, should be more as far as I'm concerned."

I told him that back where I'm from some folks are trying to get wind energy up and running but there's a lot of people fighting it, think it'll ruin the scenic quality of the ridge lines and all. He made a face and a dismissive gesture like whoever doesn't want wind must be crazy. Now, there may be some solid arguments against putting windmills up in Searsburg, VT but as Vermonters with our reputation for environmental responsibility and a disaster of a nuke plant next door, don't you think we should be at least half as supportive of clean, renewable energy as a goddamm Texas cotton farmer? 

Yeah, he farms cotton himself. "Pshaw" shakes his head. "Cotton's not going for nothing, we get 40 cents these days."
"Per what, per pound?"
"Yeah per pound, now you got two pounds of cotton in a pair of levi's and that's about all, now how much you buy a pair of levi's for?"
"Well," can't really say I've ever bought a pair of Levi's but "more than 80 cents!"
"Farmer gets nothin', hard to make a living..." he trails off and gazes out the window at a field of cotton that goes on just about forever. Now how about that! Here I am working with coffee, trying to learn what I can about markets and commodity price fluctuations and the alternative systems of trade that provide minimum floor prices to help farmers make a living in Sumatra and Guatemala and Ethiopia and this dude here in Texas is farming a commodity with a price in the toilet making it hard to make ends meet. I was stricken by the similarity between his story and the stories of coffee I've heard over the past few years. It was also refreshing to have a nice dirt-roadside chat with a big ol' Texan farmer. One of those much needed stereotype smashing experiences. 


Stupid blogger website won't let me upload any photos at all. SO FRUSTRATING!  There's picture of cotton, and windmills, and Texas, that I can't show you. 

grr. 

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Austin, Texas!



















Need I say more?

Driving into Texas, I finally got the feeling that we'd left the east, like we were on the road in a different part of the country. Memphis and Asheville are much different than the northeast, but when the winding green hills started flattening out, the vegetation became beige and the earth got redder, there became less familiarity out the window. We'd gone. 

Arriving in Austin was wonderful. We stayed with Christy's old friend Laurel who was totally awesome, opening her home and taking time out of a super busy schedule to hang out and show us around the town. Oh! Right! So the first night we're there, pretty much as soon as we show up, I start looking through the paper to see if there are any shows I might like to go to. After all, Austin is, as they say, the music capital of the country and we rolled in on a Saturday night. So I went through the whole music section of the alternative weekly and listened online to just about every band listed, to see what would be best to go to.  One venue, the Mohawk, listed a secret show and we had a brief conversation about how it would be crappy if we didn't go but heard the next day that it was one of our favorite bands, or it would be funny if we went and it totally sucked, or it would be Awesome if we went and it turned out to be somebody we were totally surprised and excited to see!! 

Well, I settled for a thrashy punk rock show from what I heard online, then went to a friend's band's myspace page to put their new single on in the background and see where they were on tour the next week. And...WaitWHAT? December 13th!? That's tonight! Guess who we actually got to hang out with this time!? 



















Helll yeah! THEY were the secret show!

The Next day we played kickball... in T-shirts and tank tops. By the way we were very sorry to hear about the weather everybody else in the country has been getting. Very sorry indeed. Now look at this!















Kickball in the sun. Christy is the barely visible dot just right of dead center. Eh, it's the best picture I had of from the day.

Austin convinced me that the reviews don't lie. It's a city I could see myself living in for a while. And while I love Vermont more than any other place ever, it might take me a minute to forgive a state that failed through 28 years to introduce me to the deep-fried pickle.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Little Rock, AR

Sunset en route to Little Rock, from the roof, with bikes. Digital Photograph. 2008 NFS.


Conway, actually, but Little Rock would be the closest landmark really, except the hotels and fast food joints of Conway. I'm sure it's a great town, I just didn't see much of it.

Those hotels I mentioned though? boy howdy. America's Best Value Inn...My Review is... oops.

Checked in, walked into the room, started poking around. Sorta funky, not super clean, whatever. Heater didn't seem to work. No big deal. Some holes in the wall, who cares? Lamp shorted out. Happens. opened the bedside drawer to make sure the was reading material and there was a king james version of the weirdest story I've read in a long time*, and...a...um. a Crack pipe. or maybe meth. Hello? just checked into room 103. I'd like to switch please. thanks. (upon checkout, on the front page of the local paper on the countertop there was a headline story about a large meth lab bust the previous day. weird. [and the room they switched us to was barely better])

We had a wonderful visit with Christy's grandparents, however. We went to the Clinton Presidential Center of Ongoing Propaganda, Information Control and Library.
There was stuff about his Childhood.



















His Environmental record.















Foreign Policy.















Life in the White House.















Continuing Service to America















However, the whole time we were there I was pretty distracted by a temporary travelling exhibit entitled "Art of the Chopper." Which made the whole trip pretty frickin' worth it.



*A creation myth that consists mostly of stuff like "dude said it, so there it was, don't ask questions" I don't find to be particularly convincing. Sorry.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Nashville and Memphis, TN


12/10

Until now Asheville has been the farthest south that I'd ever travelled over land. I'd flown to Mexico a couple years ago and to Little Rock way back but never so far down in a car. It felt monumentous at age 28, to finally bust through the 35th parallel with some connection to the ground.

The house in Nashville that we stayed at was accessed via miles of commercial district which gave way to a ... residential? area? Mansion after mansion after mansion. it was weird. The home itself was far more modest but far more beautiful. (Designed and built in a traditional japanese style by the wonderful folks we stayed with.) I made this new friend, pretty tops on the continuum of cuteness.





And we happened to time our trip just right so that a quick spur into Nashville proper for the first time, not much of which did I actually see, coincided with an appearance by our friends Matt and Kim, of the band....matt and kim...


Yesss..

Unfortunately, their plane had been delayed in gainesville that day (some problem with the wing, apparently, which had, in all seriousness, to be re-duct-taped on,) so that they showed up in Nashville ten minutes before playing and were busy and exhausted after playing. Not a chance to say even Hello. ah well. . maybe I'd see them soon ... hm. But the show was fantastic! The Cool Kids played afterward. great hip hop.



12 / 11

There was no way we'd be able to live with ourselves after driving through Memphis, TN in the middle of the day with time to spare and NOT stopping to pay our respects.



Here's Christy checking out some real estate we were thinking about investing our futures in. For Sale. Cheap. Foreclosure.








We Bought It!

just kidding, it's Graceland.



The King! Why god?!


...zoom...


Oh. Yeah that's why.


I have to say, I walked away from the experience with a new-found appreciation for what Elvis accomplished. A thousand million hundred records sold, just about, and a million hundred thousand dollars earned for RCA. and lots of pretty golden records on the wall.



Daaaamn. And that's only like half of them.