Road Dogs is an in-depth account — almost 175 pages long — documenting the life of a modern gypsy, me. It documents the people, the experiences, the difficulties and ease of finding a living, as well as the pot smoking of California, the wanderers of america, and the neo-hippies of the day Rainbow Family of Living Light.
Odd Orbits phony photo essay of training as an astrologer.
The blog will come here sooner than later . . . but, for now?
I blog at myspace.
This site is getting updated as time allows.
In the meanwhile, visit me here:
There is a cure for cabin fever in Maine in the winter. This video is one of them It cures it for the videographer, not for the audience, unfortunately.
American Road Dogs: hitch hiking the left coast of the USA — 1990's
What was it like to hitchhike the United States in the 1990's? Where people friendly? Who was hospitable and kind to travelers? What is the average day like for a hitchhiker who makes their money with Tarot Readings and Astrology?
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This story is an american hitchhiking documentary, a memoir of 2 months -- out of 3or 4 years -- on the road across the United States.
Or, start at the Prologue, written by Arizona Navajo Crossroads, my former Catahoula Leopard Dog (also called the Catahoula Hog Dog). Okay, he didn't really write it, but it is from his perspective.
Insomniac Essays
M.O.M.
It can be scary calling my mother. What if she's panicked because she hasn't heard from me for "A WHOLE WEEK!" My research has shown that more mothers use the week excuse than any other.
Escaping toward love...
sometimes love demands the craziest things from us, like devotion and drives that last two days, just for a mini-visit.
Puppeteers don't always pull strings...
(that would be a marionette).
The Zen of Quartz Crystal Delivery and Cars
(this is the fall 2000 front page update)
Crip & Me
way back, on a miami jitney in the year 1991 or 90, I met a really nice gangster.
Crossroads, my catahoula leopard dog, passed away in 1999. His remains guard one of my best friends front yards, along with her beloved pets. His spirit, as always, is with God. We may share his presence as we can share the presence of the divine
Astrology rants:
sidereal / tropical
Why I choose a tropical approach to Astrology.
creative fiction below:
Alphabet Murders>1
If womyn are smarter, what could they be learning?
Alphabet Murders>2
this is my hack attempt at following up on a good beginning.
Alphabet Murders 3 doesn't exist.
About me: a bio.
Our favorite links
August's musings, 2000
Why do you pay more for sugar water than for gasoline? assuming you are North American.
front page || lake night ||
Sitting on a hillside on a liken covered stone, getting eaten by voracious Maine misquitoes? it seems like a likely place to wonder why I am awake.
front page — 12-16-2000
My newest neighbor snorts at me and hides in the woods... I was typing on my Mac, next to a lake under the moon.
front page — Feb._4, '01
11:56pm
I like the world more than I like my back porch. It is bigger and more people fit on it.
front page — march 27, '01
4:27 am
Wierd dreams and insomnia have woken me. Instead of crawling back into that dark space between the bed-sheets, I decided to jump into that light space of my mind.
front page — winter 2002
Nights long and restless that I spent doing things not-so-productive such as twiddling my thumbs and other things.
front page — spring 2002
Whenever spring rolls into my biosphere I almost sigh relief... Winter has given up its cold ghost and presented us with moist soil ready to burst with grasses and flowers.
front page — summer 2002
It's not always easy living a free life. When freedom becomes a matter of endurance it is much easier to find green grass in the colonized world.
front page — winter 2001
I tried to pick up the book on java after a cup of java. It didn't cut it for me.
front page — fall 2000
So, when I was heading to California last fall, via Minnessota, I took a nice help. My gas got paid in exchange for delivering a 250 lb. Quartz and Tourmaline crystal to private buyer in California.
front page — autumn 2002
No wonder the world thinks North American's are nuts. US citizens elect these crazy presidents, or let the courts put them in power. The Canadians live on our border and don't leave. They must be crazy too.
About me: a bio.