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thankful for disregarding my destiny

November 24, 2011

Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go” – Lisa St. Aubin de Teran

For years I believed that this beautiful quote was my bittersweet destiny.  I am thankful for outgrowing it, thankful for choosing to stay.



Queer as a 3 Dollar Coin

November 8, 2011

I must have looked like a desperate crazed drug addict frantically tearing apart my home looking for a fix.   Every drawer tossed, every underneath checked.  This was about 12 hours into my ordeal.

Over the last few days an undefined notion had been rattling around in and out of my sub-brain,  masquerading as persistent déjà vu or maybe even a side effect from some medication.  I was at the Jack in the Box drive-thru ordering breakfast digging for exact change when it all came rushing to the forefront – I’VE  BEEN THINKING ABOUT A $3 COIN – its so clear now –  I had held it, studied it, marveled at its weight and flipped it a dozen times

However the accomplishment of solving my déjà vu was short lived… WTF a $3 coin, this is sort of a big deal, why isn’t this on the news?  Was it real or part of a vivid/lucid dream?  I’ve studied lucid dreaming enough to know that the key determinations as to whether you are awake or dreaming is if you can see numbers, apparently no one can see numbers in their dreams.  The fact that I knew it the coins denomination triggered what would become knows as “The Great Freakout of 2011”

I couldn’t recall specifically when or where I was given the coin or where the coin had gone, I certainly would not have had the balls to try and buy something with it.  I made a couple of calls that went like this “Hey, have you seen those new $3 coins? …really….there’s no such thing?  are you sure?  OK, well never mind“.  No joke, I even called a local bank.

I wrote off my advisers as small minded and ill informed, confident that Google would have my back..   5, 10, 20 pages deep and nothing whatsoever in Google about a $3 coin in active circulation.  I suck at math maybe it was a $2 coin, or perhaps maybe $4…. that’s a mistake I could have made but again I found nothing.

I’d shown a friend the coin, it sparked a conversation about $2 bills, surely he’d remember, when  I called to confirm existence… “….sorry dude, no idea whatchyour talkin about” – this is when the story gets murky

OK, get a grip Daniel…no big deal, so  you imagined a coin,  you’ve got a colorful imagination, it’s not a great leap to think that you are now entertaining yourself with elaborate fabrications, unless of course maybe its the early stages of dementia or schizophrenic, hold on …Aren’t men prone to schizophrenia in their mid 30’s?  You cannot be a schizophrenic!  That involves being a burden on others and seeing that you’ve alienated virtually anyone who might give a shit if you took your meds or not that leaves suicide….but how would I do it?  Should I wait until the symptoms get worse?  That coin was pretty goddamn real… how much more proof do you need?

I took a break from my “Ways to  kill yourself” Google searches and did a search for “Counterfeit Coins in Northern California”.  A couple of pages deep I found an article about some hippie community group who pressed a small run of $3 coins, accepted by 17 small business’s in Marin County.   I received the coin as change at a farmers market, I  remember the girl asking if I wanted bills or a $3 coin… easy choice “give me the coin!’ mesmerized by this gigantic gold coin I apparently blocked out any instruction she gave as to how to properly use it.

The coin is now lost… this is neither a surprise or a mystery.


Discovering a new home on Columbus Day

October 9, 2011

My task for this long holiday weekend was to find a new apartment.

I took to the streets in search of the ideal housing discovery.  Once I discovered a spacious home with a large yard, owned by the Jones family, I walked in the front door and proclaimed the home mine.    While relocating the Jones’s to a far more comfortable living space inside of the garage I gave them some blankets and informed them that going forward they shall be referred to as the Snizzstumps- Happy Columbus Day!


high above my love

October 4, 2011

alexandre roche


Art of Almost

October 2, 2011

I departed California for my last tour of duty in July, which coincides with the drastic reduction of new posts on this site – will leave it to you to draw conclusions or make speculations as to how they might be related.

I can safely a few tidbits from my longer than anticipated journey home

Faulty engines with unscheduled (more like emergency) mid-flight landings  –  An unexpected key  –  Private roomed full body TSA search  –  A most interesting (in a good way) purely accidental birthday dinner  –  Flights: delayed, cancelled and one that I simply missed on account of oversleeping  – Hopping from one podunk midwestern AIRPORT to another on a GREYHOUND BUS   –  Celebrating my birthday in three time zones  –  Breathing the fresh eucalyptus scented air of Northern California by 10PM on October 1st.






by September

July 25, 2011

Heading back out on the road after a long home stand in California, returning by September.


the outdoor type

July 20, 2011

Collection of images taken recently in which I appear to be the outdoor type

Click for more photos of the Humboldt Hike