Thursday, July 28, 2016

Stop Spreading the News I'm Leaving Today

“Excuse me, sir. Can I borrow you for a minute?” asked some lady I don’t know at the Newark airport. “Not really,” I said. I was screwing around with a pay station from the late ‘90s, trying to pay for a coffee from the mid-twenty-one-teens.

What decade is 2016? Someone get on that.

“You,” she said, pointing at me. “I said can I borrow you for a minute?”

I spoke loudly and clearly. “Not really.”

She left me alone.

Yeah, so New York City – la manzanita grande. It’s like the world decided to have one main city, and this is it. I had a fine time. I ate three salmon on bagels with cream cheese and avocado. Juli pointed out to me that I enjoy my sushi the same way. I took some trains and dragged some suitcases around. Team Pom Pom and Team Radio Flyer managed the Tricklock show at The Brick. The same folks had some alligator pizza with the Albuquerque transplants and some city folk.

Dude, Cuenco. How great is that chick?

I can’t be dropping all the names, but there were some swell people there. My night ended with a bottle High Life in my hand. Weird.

Juli and I went to go see Abigail Browde’s new work. That woman is pretty interesting to me. I have never been disappointed with any of her experiments. Unique new work.

Hang on a sec. Drew just came over and I’m going to let him read this and see if I forgot about anything.

Okay, I got a couple of notes. Drew didn’t quite get why I called 2016 the mid-twenty-one-teens, and he said, “They’re called lox.” I told him that I was pretty sure they’re called salmons.

Oh look. Here’s Juli.

She is satisfied.

I have no idea where Catherine is. We Pom Poms need a little time to call our sisters and such every once in a while.

I have no idea how I should plan my sleep time. I’m leaving for Holland at sixish and arriving at sevenish and checking in at noonish and the flight is sevenish hours. I have two sleeping pills and if I miss another free tomato juice on the plane, I am going to freak out.

Somewhere in New Mexico, my mother is praying for me. Please no one else pray for me. Let’s see if she can handle it on her own.


Later gators. I’ll see you in Europe. We could be euros just for one day.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Moving On

For the past few years I have been blogging on blog.com about travel. Remember all those good times we had? Uganda, Holland, probably some other places – I was there, and I wrote about it. Well, they are all gone now. The bidet in Berlin, the lack of deodorant in Poland – good times. Good times. Maybe they are gone for a while and maybe they are gone forever, but blog.com has not been loading for the past couple of weeks, so I am moving on.

Hello this site.

Now about you: welcome or welcome back! You are very pretty I hope you will indulge me as I blather about nonsense. You will? Gee that is swell.

About this blog: I am just a regular jerk from Albuquerque and I report to you as such. It is best for you to be from Albuquerque to fully appreciate my random silliness because I take Albuquerque with me wherever I go. If you are not from Albuquerque, you should probably come visit some time. We put chile on everything.

About me: I write this in hotel rooms and hostels and AirBnBs and airports and cafes. While I am a for-reals writer, I take liberties with spelling and basic grammar in this blog. I do not edit. I think this style allows a certain authenticity and it allows me to be lazy. The only type of editing this blog receives is from my wife who warns me if I might be being culturally insensitive, offensive, political, or use words like cuntrag. As in: Donald Trump is a cuntrag.

Okay, we are all caught up now.

I am in Albuquerque with most of my packing done. Tomorrow is the last rehearsal with The Reptilian Lounge House band. I will be playing the guitar for the Lounge on tour. Tricklock is also taking the shows Her Murder Ballad and Fingermouth to New York, Kiev, and Krakow.

Wanna come?


Oh good. I was hoping you would say that. Keep your passport in your front pocket and get ready to wash your socks in the shower. It’s time to get all cultural and shit.