Travels

When Gin in Guatemala Leads To Crack in San Francisco

So for the third time in my life, I found myself playing guitar for the police and people being arrested.   When I’m in Guatemala, I drink gin. On one such night, sipping my gin at The Snug, I met the musician Corissa Bragg, who was drinking next to me. We made tentative plans to…

Why The Death Of Publishing Means The Golden Age of Fans

If the publishing industry is dying, then the publishing industry must have been the wall between artist and consumer that is currently crumbling.There is tons of talk equating the decentralization of publishing with the death of publishing. The Atlantic, The Guardian, The Huffington Post and many other news sources have all called it the “death” of “publishing as we…

On Harboring Hope While Traveling

Then there is a moment of clarity that illuminates what you must do. It is not time to write a poem. Not time to take in the nighttime scenery breezing by the drive from San Salvador to El Tunco. It is not time to think back over the past week and pinpoint where misguided thoughts…

What You Should Do INSTEAD of Donating Money to Charity

Yes, this is an interesting headline coming from me, someone who has been raising money for various charities for the past seven years. But consider the following story and the lesson tied to it and reflect upon what that means when it comes to donating money to charity. Donating Time and Money to People Versus Donating to Charity…

Underlying Assholery Shared By Basic Bitch Article Authors

Who Put The Basic in The Basic Bitch? If you missed the “Basic Bitch” boat, the Urban Dictionary defines a basic bitch as “a bum-ass woman who think she the shit but really ain’t.” Bum-ass was a word we never covered in homeschool, so I looked that up in the Urban dictionary and found that…

Sunday Funday in San Juan del Sur Nicaragua

It was on the lips of every destroyed face. Everyone in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua was talking about it. In tired tones, gringos nodded—yes, they had been there and partied it up at Sunday Funday.   Sunday Funday, Nicaragua and it’s Unbridled Debauchery As Stella and I arrived at the Yazure Surf Hostel in…

Anything Can Happen in Ometepe Nicaragua

For three days my brain had been having an ongoing rap battle with my heart. I turned twenty-nine on the island of Ometepe in Nicaragua. It was an opportune day for a birthday. I was in need of encouraging vibes and what better than a birthday to imbibe such energy? No one in the entire…