Have fun storming the castle
http://www.buzzfeed.com/jpmoore/a-two-man-oral-history-of-the-princess-bride-epi
Have fun storming the castle
http://www.buzzfeed.com/jpmoore/a-two-man-oral-history-of-the-princess-bride-epi
South America I’m coming for you
South America Impressions
This beautiful video was shot in Argentina, Chile, Bolivia, Uruguay, Paraguay and Southern Brazil by three firends traveling the continent in an old Landrover.
(by Vincent Urban)
(via freundevonfreundentravel)
After reading Elizabeth Eslami’s Of Writers and Recluses I considered where my place is, and I considered writing about it. I was lucky enough to be born into the place that is My Place, and that place is the California coast.
I have two great loves of my life: the sun and the Pacific Ocean. The hot and cold, subtle and undeniable, soft and strong, furtive and honest, both so powerful, so vital and encompassing. My love for them is romantic, dictating. My soul cringes to think of leaving them.
I say that I was lucky enough to be born here in My Place, and I mean it. Sure, growing up somewhere that is so nearly paradise, you will learn to love it, mostly by the failure of everywhere else in comparison. But it is deeper than that. My family has been here for generations; I have countless relatives here now. Something drew us here so many years ago, and year after year something keeps each one of here. It is our place, it is home.
Eslami’s piece insisted that I try writing about My Place, my home, my sun and sea, but I wonder, how? Maybe, this is left for more better equipped than me, because how do put the feeling of home and love and internal perfection into words and do them justice? The challenge is not an aspect, it is entirety.
I do not like to leave challenges unconquered, or at least untested, just as I do not let fear take control. This is the goal, writing of and to and for My Place. A goal to be patient for.
I have decided I need some adventure to ring in the New Year. I have decided that I want to drive PCH/Highway 1 from one end to the other. I have decided that that will be this and this that.

My starting point will be the southern end of CA-1 in Dana Point at its conjunction with the 5. It hugs the coast almost the whole way up through Orange, Los Angeles, Ventura, and Santa Barbara Counties, the Central Coast and Monterey Bay, through San Francisco’s Golden Gate Bridge, and finally to Mendocino County, where it find its northern end where it meets the 101 in Leggett, home of the Drive Thru Tree Park.

From December 27, 2012 to January 4, 2013, I will drive from Dana Point to Long Beach to Leo Carrillo, to Point Conception to Big Sur, to Santa Cruz to Half Moon Bay to Bodega Bay, to Mendocino to Leggett, then back down to Fort Bragg to Monterey, to Pismo Beach to home in Pacific Palisades. I plan to camp mostly, sleeping in Leo Carrillo, Big Sur, Bodega Bay, Fort Bragg, Monterey, and possibly Pismo. I have never been to almost all of these places, so please, feed me. I’m hungry for suggestions and feedback.
“Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”
- Hans Christian Andersen
I’ve been home for just past 6 months now. Since I left MV, I have been to Berkeley, New York, Colorado, Hawaii, Costa Rica, and Panama. I take Pepto at every queasy stomach or sore throat. I kissed a boy that I’ll never see again who I am concerned might be perfect. I crave smoothies at 2:30 and daily whale watching. I survived another round of rush school and am surviving my perpetual state of neuroscience midterms. I watched both my brothers move to Europe. I spend hours in the art room and even more planning my next adventures. I have begun planning my “Grand Adventure”; I have renamed it because I would hate to ever consider my Grand Adventure something in my past. I go to the beach at least three times a week, even now that it’s November. I have been chosen as a Renaissance Candidate and made a mug that looks like an elephant. I have decided that I want to be an elementary school teacher. I have become addicted to the “Explore” page on Kayak. I have decided that I want to be a travel writer. I started planning my soon-to-be ceramics studio. I miss feeling the rocking of the ocean and I miss always being someplace new. I itch to explore and to push myself and take advantage of every opportunity. I have learned and grown and become more myself. I loved today and I will love tomorrow.
Amazing
In my work this romantic ideal of union with the natural world conflicts with our contemporary impact on the environment. These pieces are in part responses to environmental stressors including climate change, toxic pollution, and gm crops. They also borrow from myth, art history, figures of speech and other cultural touchstones. In some pieces aspects of the human figure stand-in for ourselves and act out sometimes harrowing, sometimes humorous transformations which illustrate our current relationship with the natural world. In others, animals take on anthropomorphic qualities when they are given safety equipment to attempt to protect them from man-made environmental threats. In each case the union between man and nature is shown to be one of friction and discomfort with the disturbing implication that we too are vulnerable to being victimized by our destructive practices.
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