The Lyndon Baines Johnson Presidential Library is on a public university (UT-Austin), is free with a suggested donation ($10 for an adult, which I gladly gave) and is monitored by friendly elderly people. The George W. Bush Presidential Library is… Read More ›
Photo Diaries
Day 24: The People’s Republic of Austin
So, I apparently am a sucker for a good Presidential Library, as I hit up LBJ’s this afternoon to supplement my trip to Harry Truman’s Presidential Library a couple weeks ago. The old Shitkicker from Stonewall certainly had a better… Read More ›
Day 23: Or How I learned to Stop Worrying and Love New Mexico
Well, out of the frying pan, into the fire. I’m finally out of the Southwest, but have landed smack dab in the middle of Texas. Here’s some pictures from my trip to the National Museum of Nuclear Science & History… Read More ›
Days 20 & 21: Sitting in the General Vicinity of The Bay
Impressions of The Bay Area written in less than 5 minutes: 1. Great burritos. 2. Pervasive essence of weed smoke. 3. Not many cops (I suspect they’re all in Oakland because, you know, black people) 4. Almost aggressively pan-ethnic. 5…. Read More ›
Day 19: No Justice, No Peace in LA
This Saturday, the National Action Network organized over 100 rallies in as many cities to protest the unconscionable inaction of the State of Florida in allowing George Zimmerman to shoot an unarmed black teenager to death and receive no censure… Read More ›
Days 15 & 16: Las Vegas is Spanish For “The Vegas”
Most of my reflections on Vegas will be saved for the book, but I will give these three brief notes before we get to the holiday snaps. 1. I’m fairly sure that there is a lost postscript to The Inferno… Read More ›
Days 12 & 13: Of Hippies and Hipsters in Oregon
Yesterday I found myself at The Oregon Country Fair, a patchouli-soaked cabal of hackneyed licentiousness that seemed especially idiotic given the circumstances. I am normally not too fond of the Nouveau-Deadhead set or the Boomer Weekend Warriors who insist on… Read More ›
Day 9: Montana Wins The Mountain West
In a shocking development, Montana has turned out to be the most fruitful state for mining America’s psyche thusfar on my trip. Hey, rest of America! Be interesting like Montana (I realize how weird that looks in print, but just… Read More ›
Day 8: Westward The Course of Empire Takes Its Way
Awkward is a gross understatement for how I feel in Sheridan, Wyoming. I’m the most openly gay thing to come through this town in years, and I’m not actually gay.