LaunchPad

I just uploaded photos from my old computer onto my brand new MacBook Pro (which I love dearly). I'd like to share a photo every now and then that go back a few years. These two I took in Budapest, during the summer of 05. A friend and I were working on an archeological dig site in the backwoods of Slovakia, uncovering the ruins of an ancient kitchen.  Fascinating. After 5 days of digging holes we decided to return to reality. Our destination: Hungary.  Mission: Avoid hole-digging, at any cost.

Malibu

"The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be the beginning." - Ivy Baker Priest

My crib!

I proudly present my studio apartment! - er, well, at least the main room and bathroom. There is also a kitchen area with substantial space. I love the large windows, the dark, hardwood floors, and the brick walls - tres New York. Obviously, the furniture is lacking, but since I took these photos I have at least added a bed. Baby steps...

Where's Andre?

Can you see me?

Corral Trekker

"All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become." - Buddha

I better write this before I forget: (written sometime in late May, 2007)

   I'm in Airlie Beach, in northeast Oz. Gateway to the Whitsunday Islands, located at the southern most point of the Great Barrier Reef - 74 breathtakingly beautiful and largely undeveloped islands. Here, the artistic touch of creation at its best is on display. Beneath the water's translucent jade surface, the reef is furious with marine life. Rich sunsets ignite the skies and burn long into dusk. Endless horizons, utter tranquility, uniterrupted beauty....

   My experience here has been partly experiencing this paradise on Earth. But it has also, and in large part, been a training ground - forging and conditioning wits and emotions, determination, and, ultimately, self-worth.

Big word, I know.

   I spent a month (most of April and part of May) on the Coral Trekker, a tall ship (imagine a smaller pirate ship) complete with eight sails and a capacity of eighteen passengers and crew. Bob was the skipper: a man so weathered by the sea, so salt-crusted, and so very sharp- tongued, yet of so very, very few words. It was only after more than a few canned whiskey n' cokes did he ever so slightly quiver a lip.

Get 'em while they're hot...

I'm offering a very limited number of my DNA issue signed by me (and made out to you personally). Click on the ad to the left to get your copy (they're just $30!). Once these few issues are gone, I'm not doing any other signings so this is a pretty cool keepsake.

The Beach

Me. My cousins. Laguna Beach.

 

Image of the week

"I beg your pardon sir, but would you happen to have any...Grey Poupon?"

ROADTRIP!

An amazing week- On the fly, Lewis and I hit the road and headed up the coast of California.

LA. Santa Barbara. Big Sur. Carmel. San Fran. No plan. No schedule. Just go. Along the way, we captured a few fleeting moments...

More photos after the jump!

Over tea

  Last night I was flipping through a journal from a fews years back when I lived in Spain. This is the entry that I came across-

...As he sipped his tea, he thought back to what he had endeavored. It all seemed so far from where he was now...his heart was pulsating gently, breath relaxed, his face calm and serene- a bit weathered now, but after any great storm things are never quite the same. He sipped his tea, and became entranced by the solitary flame of the candle at his table. The flame, he imagined, was not unlike him- alone on its own journey headed toward an inevitable end. Every now and again straying from its course with every breeze that passed, yet able to shine upright, brilliantly unflinching. Until the next breeze passed.

     Home would have to be one of his stops. Home. He didn't want to think of it right now. He was here and sipped his tea, lost to the charm of his flickering companion. He was exhausted. Rest was what he really needed. The tea was simply an excuse to people-watch and hopefully find another person to talk to. Here, amidst the calm of tea and candles, he reflected upon his predicament. Time would tell...Until then, well, even until then seemed out of reach. So he sipped his tea, knowing that decisions would inevitably be made that would forever change the remainder of his journey.

For now, at least he had his candle.

"Though the sun is gone, I have a light..."

                                                       -Kurt Cobain