The day is finally here. Yahweh's Children is available to purchase.
Today marks the 60th anniversary of the publication of Kerouac's most famous literary work.
The last day of February means one thing: Six months until I move. That's what this date has meant for most of my adult life. I thought I would be sticking around longer, but it turns out that the siren call of the road is just too enticing. Even New York City couldn't silence it. … Continue reading Six More Months in New York City
Since World War II, we have been a nation that said we were a home for the outcast. It has been our identity in the world; it has been our beacon, a figurative idea made literal by the statue of Lady Liberty that stands roughly 5 miles from where I type this. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Is it possible that all these theories about what defines, shapes and unifies a generation are mostly just bullshit that people make up to easily label, clarify and compartmentalize incredibly complex and diverse groups of people? You know, like racism.
I don't believe in gods or guns. Why this offends the sensibilities of a large portion of America I'll never understand. But, rest assured, in times of trouble, I don't suddenly start praying for a .45.
This is just a brief update from the road. We're in Austin, Texas, getting ready in the hotel before moving on our way to New Orleans for the next night. We drove 15 hours on our first day, making it by far our longest day of travel. Most of New Mexico and Texas is desert … Continue reading From the Road
My 2014 will begin with a road trip from Phoenix to Boston.