Life Is A Road Trip

The Amazing Adventures of a Zoobroker and a Sentiographer

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Art: Night Paper

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I present the culmination of 3 years of dreaming, a nude model dressed in hand-cut paper with star trails shot on location at Barr Lake State Park. I intend this to be one in a series of images that culminates in a gallery show and perhaps coffee table book. Wish me luck and enjoy!

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Star Bar: Britt Redux

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I met Britt back in February.   She's saucy.  She's an incredible mixologist.   Her superpower is to get me to shut up with just a glance. I'm not going to lie. Getting a little intertwined whilst fixing the ceiling fan was a little ... something.  Too bad the fan blade clocked me in the head and knocked me out.

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This is Britt's default gesture.

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Rules of the Road Trip: Cyrano De Bergerac Edition

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We met Mary McPoppinson at Biker Jim's Hot Dog stand.  She was chowing down on her dog and hoping to join our conversation while pretending to read a Westword.

She got a little too familiar quickly.  She was texting a "friend" of hers and I offered to help.

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Look closely at my sent message.

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Rule #113:  If a stranger offers to help you compose your thoughts via SMS, run screaming.

Life is a Road Trip is Back

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With a vengeance, we return. Not that anyone pays attention to all this, but seriously, we're back.

We're headed to Denver for a month to make art. The first person to mention that that scenario does not sound much like a road trip will have something valuable of theirs defecated on. Have you not heard of metaphors? I mean, the title of this site is a metaphor. So do the fucking math. Road Trip = metaphor for Life. Art = metaphor for Life. Art = Road Trip. Wha? Fuck you. I'm brown and I do teh maths better than you. You can't possibly be expected to understand.

Do you even know what math is?

Anyway, to keep you updated: Matt is at JFK, waiting to fly to SFO. I am waiting patiently to pick him up. Then I have to tell him that I am crazy for a girl from El Paso, a situation that makes no sense except that it seems to make perfect sense. Then we will drive. That is not a metaphor.

We drive to Reno. Then Salt Lake City, then Denver. Where metaphors will be sown and reaped aplenty.

Also possibly several miles beyond that.