Today marks the 60th anniversary of the publication of Kerouac's most famous literary work.
Already, the conversations I've had or been party to have illuminated my reasons for doing this project. I'm surrounded by people in their late teens to early twenties, that age when uncertainty about and anticipation for the future are measured in equal doses. Plans are being made, most of which will be abandoned within the next 4 years, if not the next 4 weeks.
I got my NOLA tattoo yesterday. I found a parlour down on Magazine called Idle Hands, strolled in with my bit of text printed on a paper and in no time the quick and cordial Flex Wenger whipped up my 12th (or 13th, depending on how we're counting) tattoo. Not only was the experience fast … Continue reading and tonight this letter is my last hope.
Where are they? The firecrackers, the dangers to themselves, awake ‘til dawn, with the carpet beneath them like sand in the sun. We look to them for inspiration feeling uninspired, blue. The silver women are sacraments of holy outrages against the golden stars, our rivals for the Night’s affections. Eternal. We were built to last, … Continue reading The Mad Ones
"When we die there are two things we can leave behind us: genes and memes. We were built as gene machines, created to pass on our genes. But that aspect of us will be forgotten in three generations... We should not seek immortality in reproduction. "But if you contribute to the world's culture, if you … Continue reading The 10 Cities Meme
"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life." ~ Jack Kerouac After my junior year of college, I rewarded myself with my first tattoo: Up until that year, I had been getting a facial piercing for every semester I finished (yes, … Continue reading The Roots of 10 Cities: the Road is Life