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 ›
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 ›
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 ›
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 ›
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 ›
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.