“.. The lambs on the tree nooked hillside bleating heard in Blake’s old ear, and the silent thought of Wordsworth in eld Stillness clouds passing through skelton arches of Tinturn Abby- Bard Nameless as the vast. babble to vastness” In 1967 American poet Allen Ginsberg took an acid trip at Tinturn Abby. In the chilly …
I’m not the kind of person who enjoys springtime. I know, I know I sound like a tulip hating monster but I just love winter time and snow days and Christmas nights and my North Face snow boots so much. Every year as March starts to dawn and the days get a little less chilly …
One time I went to Munich. I ate more Bavarian brats than I ever considered humanly possible. I drank vats of delicious German beer. I ate so much creamy German milk chocolate. And I cried myself to sleep most nights of this trip. Beer, Brats and chocolate?! Sounds exceptionally wonderful, right? Why was a week …
India is cows wandering in traffic. India is craving coconut rice. Once you have had authentic refreshing coconut rice you crave it with every spicy Indian meal. India is a rainbow of colors so bright it hurts your eyes first thing on a grey smoggy morning. It’s hard to tell if it’s the millions of …
“Hey Janette, stand next to baconmoblie!” Which obviously is the best food truck of all. “um, no” “Please! I’ll take your picture!” “No” “But its bacon! Bacon, bacon bacon!” “Amber, I’m an Adventist!” “Wops, I forgot” The scene is the infield of Santa Anita Race Track, Arcadia California. Janette and I are on a mission …