Thumped With A Blogstöcken
Upon checking my Twitter account one fine afternoon, I discovered that I’d been thumped with a Blogstöcken. While this may sound vaguely violent, it turns out that the thumper was one SoCal Hiker (aka Jeff Hester) and his umlautted weaponry…
AFRICA, PT. 4 – Tales of Gastrointestinal Fortitude and Lady Warriors
“Are you rich?” This question came up amazingly often during my first week in Tanzania, and I always answered with momentary silence followed by a stupid, awkward laugh. I reflected on this as I spent a good chunk of one…
AFRICA, PT. 3 – Just Call Me Serengeti Jones
My first morning in Africa sounded like monkeys and prayer. The former thumped above my head in a seemingly never-ending rooftop play session, the latter was a haunting murmur of joined voices carried from who-knows-where direct to my curious eardrums….
Therapy In The Tumbleweeds: Jason Isbell’s ‘Southeastern’
You remember the firsts: First kiss. First time you drove a car. First time you had sex. The smells, the sights, the sounds, it all wedges somewhere in the folds of your brain. My first listen of Jason Isbell’s Southeastern…
