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Last Supper – Originally Posted 04/15/2010

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“Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.”

-Twyla Tharp

I’d add though, as a method of running away, art cannot suffice a soul in its entirety.

Today I stand upon a precipice looking over at a deep blue sea of unknown and the height alone freaks the shit out of me. Wow…that is one fuckin’ long drop, but bottoms up, here we go. Over the past few days (and nights, my body really won’t let me sleep through all this excitement) I have sat down with pictures, notes, postcards and a plethora of other self memorabilia and in silence and have been in utter awe of what a remarkably awesome life I have had so far.

 

A pre-bike meal at 3 AM. Mcdix and Sushi are necessary.

 

There are so many little details about living in Vancouver for 26 years that as science would dictate, if even a minutia of an inch or second was incorrect, would not occur. So many gorgeous souls I have had the pleasure of talking to, of loving, of drinking until our eyes are useless and we tumble into piles of laughter and of dancing when no music is playing.

That’s all the cheese I have…but you know it’s true and you know who you are and you should know how you have shaped me, for better or worse, into this gulumfing jabberwocky of a man.  Stress is picking up at a rapid pace, I have about 1 million things I need to do today that I should have done several decades ago. But days should reflect good pies, over stuffed with good flavour and by flavour I mean in this instance a multitude of various chores. Lets say I just have a lot of flavours to taste today. That sounds nice.

 

Just in case you couldn't tell, it's a BIG MAC.

 

I won’t get into the bitter details, but some cool things are going to happen on my trip and I won’t break wind until they actually happen. Break wind is not an especially good term to describe my surprises, but meh. The highlight of my day will be going into the bike shop where it takes me hours simply to place the bike on a stand to work on it. I am no mechanic and am as about dexterous a horse’s hoof, but something about going into the “shop” to work on my “bike” makes me at least have the aura of coolness.

Welp, I probs should go rather than dialoguing with myself on wordpress. Do read people, it will be my link to you, as my computer is going on the road with me. Pictures will be uploaded as well and if possible, video clips of my journeys.

The next message will be sent from Bellingham, fingers crossed.

WHAT AM I DOING? THIS IS INSANE!

Just had to get that out.

Payce I

Photo of the Day – Love on the Wooden Pier

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Sun and summer are synonymous. It’s not really summer without sun, and sun is just a giant light source when it’s not summer. In San Clemente and much of Southern California, this is not the case. After some miserable bike issues the day before (nothing like female issues, but still they seem to always happen at the “not right now” times in life), I spent my first day with my now really good friend Claire. San Clemente is a beach culture, so that’s where we headed. I have lived next to it my whole life, but I always feel the ocean is a stranger that I have to reintroduce myself to and listen to it for hours on end to get to know it again. It’s so eloquent and has endless stories that like the breeze and waves, have no start or end.

Claire was a hooper, so she hooped, one, two, three hoolas and I filmed. It would be the last bit of footage I would film on my way down the coast. My camera jammed with sand, grit and adventure took a much deserved break. We walked the white wooden pier. Seagulls yelled at from the skies above at the diners at the pier’s high falooten food establishment with the constant sun etching expressions of contentment on their faces. A random cute couple, arm in arm, stared out towards the twinkling dusk coastline. I asked to take their picture, I didn’t know them, but I think those are the best pictures anyways. People being themselves, happy in a moment on a pier, regardless of the scraggly bearded traveller snapping their evening bliss on digital memory sticks.

A Couple's Bliss on a Pier in San Clemente

Photo of the Day – Guacamole Burger

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Out of rock face canyons and sledable dunes, appears suddenly the over abundant houses and prim and proper gardens of Malibu. Gated communities “greet” me, where I peak over barbed wire to catch a glimpse of olympic sized pools lined with geometrically finite stone masonry the ancient Egyptians would be proud of. Painted ceramic tiles, a multicolored brick road leading me passed houses of so called geniuses, heavily sagging foolishly on stilts above the unpredicting foaming surface of sea below.  A university with a funny name like Pepperdew or Perriwinkle with old school razor blade cut lawns lead me down a deep hill to something I had become accustomed to in California, a pier. But this pier was different. Rather than tipped with a mooring station for boats, or a fine dining establishment, I rode my bicycle to it’s edge only to interupt a school of fishermen, dressed in faded blues and yellows and fishy smells and baseball hats. To my immediate right, a big, bright, red door.

Guacamole Burger at Ruby's Diner

 

Ruby’s Diner, with it’s one metal legged laminated tables, topped by old school color coded condiment squeeze bottles, with walls covered in posters of well proportioned 50s vixens modelling burgers and malts that they had obviously never tasted, was a much needed sit down in a time where daddyo meant cool, not your pimp. As always, I was hungry and as always I looked for the most filling thing on the menu. Looking out the window I caught a glimpse of one fisherman’s hat, it’s brim, a few shreds of orange cotton and revealed cardboard. I felt me and that hat hard a lot in common at that moment. Indecisive as ever, close my eyes, point and the Gauc Burger and shake were placed in front of me, much to my surprise and my abyss of a stomach’s delight.