After four revisions of this, my final blog entry to you all (and proving Hemingway’s theory on first drafts), I’ve come to the conclusion that this needs to be split into two parts. One from The Good Traveler. And one from me – Aric S. Queen. This is Two.
After four revisions of this, my final blog entry to you all (and proving Hemingway’s theory on first drafts), I’ve come to the conclusion that this needs to be split into two parts. One from The Good Traveler. And one from me – Aric S. Queen. This is Part One.
Democratizing the internet, while paved with good intentions, often backfires. Trust me. It was only a year ago in New York City when I had to wade through people my own age tweeting “Down with corporate greed!” on their iPhones, while munching on $12 kale chips and moving to the beat of a drum circle headed up by Kanye West.
There are few places that sum up L.A. quite like an area called “Venice.”
And this one isn’t sinking — it’s kept afloat by all manner of West Coast Weird.
There are people who find success, and are still not satisfied. Some of them work harder, make more money, and continue to fill their lives with tangibles — stuff. And then there are those who take a step back and think, “What am I doing for good?” Good thing L.A.-based artist Nichole Blackburn is one of the latter.
As you can tell from, ahem, Crashing a Space Station, I can’t pass up an adventure. Even if that adventure involves a helicopter, which happens to make the Top 5 List of Things That Frighten Me. But who could say no to a chance to fly over what’s considered one of the world’s wonders? Not this guy.
If it was a (Sci-Fi-/horror-) Western, there’s a very good chance it was filmed at Imogene Hughes’s Bonanza Creek Ranch — so-named because, well, “Bonanza” was also shot there — just south of Santa Fe.
When I pulled up to Arcosanti, architect Paolo Soleri’s experimental town in the middle of the Arizona desert, I saw a large group of people off to one side casting molds for the famous bells being sold here. They differed in age, sex, color – all of them smiling and most of them wearing Toms shoes. Here we go, I thought – another commune.
Imagine meeting a person who told you they made $17,000 in just one weekend. “Nice gig!” I’m sure you’d say, as you wonder what lucky soul nabbed such a cush job. That would be the dread-locked man from Vanuatu, who sells his sculptures to feed his family back home and the artisan from Sudan, who uses what she makes to bring running water to her village.
There are no silver spoons at the Santa Fe International Folk Art Market.
When it comes down to it, I simply can’t pass up an adventure.
Especially when it involves a space station.
Virgin Galactic’s space station.
As you’ll see in the video, I caught The Royalty’s show at Padres in Marfa the other week, and then hung out with them after the show. They offered to give me a tour of their hometown of El Paso, and pointed out some of the city’s lesser-known spots (see below for each band member’s picks). Great band, by the way. Get into them now; it’s sure to give you guaranteed street cred once they hit it big. And they will hit it big.
If you haven’t heard of Donald Judd, don’t feel bad. I didn’t know who he was, either.
That table your laptop is resting on while you read this, the one you bought from that ubiquitous Swedish do-it-yourself store, the one that’s easy to put together because of its clean lines, well, you have Judd to thank for that.