I hoped that I wouldn’t have to write this one. Sometimes, if you wait a bit, the problem fixes itself, but not this time. So now I have to ...

  Its raining little apocalypses in Chicanonautica , at La Bloga . What is that smell? And it's everywhere: Could be coming from the Whi...

  Once again, Chicanonautica goes looking for America, in Aztlán, at La Bloga . What a better thing to do on the 250th 4th of July? And of c...

  I like to cherchez la weird while on the road. And sometimes the weird is literally on the road.   As in weird vehicles.   Not just the o...

When this goes up, Emily and I will be off on another getaway. Yeah, I know we just did one a couple of weeks ago, but you gotta do what y...

You can read it in Chicanonautica , over at La Bloga . In the gonzo traditon, I write on a road trip: Because I'm teaching how to write ...

It’s not summer yet, but it’s hotter than hell. I’ve got a weird feeling about this summer–and not just more recording breaking (or sh...

I'm getting ready to play teacher in Chicanonautica at La Bloga : It'll be gonzo:   And maybe a bit mystical: But I don't believ...

Suddenly, the flowers died. Not all of them, but the sea of color was now fallout that we walked on. Heat. Radiation. Like a bomb. A war...

  Chicanonautica gets visionary at La Bloga . Different kinds of visions: Crossing borders: Spawning alternate universes: With mad dreamers...