Adventure Time

Portland, OR

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Portland, OR

The subtle invitation from a warm and bright environment stakes its claim in a community that transcends the vulgarities society dictates. If you wish to truly feel at peace with who you are, embrace the beat of Portland.

Humidity as thick as milk, nature invokes its authority immediately after de-planing. Redolent of orchids, freshly cut grass, perspiration from dancing trees and sun soaked bushes distend their welcoming arms with perverse intent. An immediate longing for hiking becomes carved into your nervous system and every step vibrates life and energy back like echolocation.

Solo travel brings an enormous opportunity to discover acquaintances that might as well have been long lost friendships as the tempo and culture are never a half-step behind your own.

However, even travelling with a group of friends allows the same energy to be amplified. The courage of a group often trumps the bravery of a single man creating a drooling appetite of wanderlust. With its eco-friendly mind set, travelling within Portland is as easy as a taking a few steps and grabbing a bike, train, or bus and isolation can be taken from or taken to.

The day life equals the nightlife. You will never die from thirst as every major street is overrun by bars and happy hours. Seeking a more specific taste in play styles, Portland even offers party themed cruises that take you into the night only to relinquish your leftovers when the heart throbs with intoxication. Even then, the night can blur into morning if you seek everlasting glory coercing time to mingle.

Through and through, most places I have been offer a single element of entertainment that highlights the heart of the place. However, even after decanting the night life and toasting mimosas in the morning, there is no better escape than a favorite book found in a labyrinth of knowledge known as Powell’s Books. With its several floors ranging from cook books, to Ghandi, to sci-fi, and to even a cordoned off section specifically reserved for more expensive tastes; you will find what you seek if you are willing to swim through the nooks and crannies of bookshelf after bookshelf…

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In retrospect, the mere freedom of being somewhere completely unknown births curiosity paired with imagination. On the destination of discovery, ever step becomes a memory and every decision thereafter becomes the reward of a lifetime. Soon I will be back – VooDoo Doughnuts and your infamous maple bacon doughnut, you will be mine again.

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Random and Infinite Like the Chimp

“Writer’s Block”

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Venice Beach, CA

Everyone on earth is a unique entity. There will never be two of the same ‘you’ occurring at the same exact place and moment. You are one of a kind and the last there shall ever be. So even when life sometimes classifies you as a broken cog, a loose piece, a tremor in stability, always remember that it was never your position to belong but rather own your individuality. However, lets take a step back and iron out this point of view. Some tend to believe that the moment we are born the possibilities are endless with insurmountable opportunity to mold into whatever you wish – that is one perspective. The alternative, there is a predestined course laid out at it is your life’s purpose to find it and bless the world with your unique talent, acting as a conduit through which all you need to do is listen and create.

As plainly stated by Steven Pressfield in ‘The War of Art’, “Our job in this lifetime is not to shape ourselves into some ideal we imagine we ought to be, but to find out who we already are and become it.

At times we can feel stuck, immobilized, or even a little lost. It is because we stray yet further from our path that was not meant for us. We become monotonous, languid, falling victim to the rusts of routine only because what we are doing yields a net loss leaving our souls malnourished, underfed.

Why do we subject to such masochism? Because we are afraid. Afraid we are powerful beyond measure. Afraid of success beyond our wildest dreams. Afraid of what we discover directly discredits everything we know and understand – but there is power in fear. Pressfield coins this fear as ‘resistance‘ and the power lie in ability of using it as a compass against itself. Fear not, resistance CAN be obliterated.

How?

The more you fear something the more you should set course for that direction because there is no growth without adversity. Challenge then becomes the opportunity to exercise those muscles required to flex as a tool to dominate the short time we are on this planet. The most important thing being to sit down everyday and try.

You will reach impasses and you will reach obstacles higher and more dense than you think you can overcome but there is no cure for determination, will, and grit. It is like a disease so malignant that given any amount of time, anything that stands in the way will eventually crumble. The bigger the object, the greater the return on investment. NEVER GIVE UP.

Whatever your niche may be, never bend to the hierarchical orientation and condescend to your audience. Create what moves you, what drives you, what stirs your soul and fires your heart. You are an individual set on this earth as a conduit because you alone possess the talent required to fulfill your destiny – you owe the world that much.

The difference between amateur and professional is the mere aptitude and resolve to take criticism as a guideline to hone in on your abilities. The amateur stones in defense and reacts emotionally playing victim, as if mere existence privileges you a free handout. The professional massages their technique combating every blow with a parry. Everyone will play the critic, every will play devils advocate, but as long as you stay true to yourself, there isn’t a battle that cannot be won. It is your territory therefore it itself is its own feedback loop you need only reference to. No matter the trials and tribulations never negotiate your muse because it is only your ear that can make sense of its blessings granted to ONLY you.

“Tomorrow morning the critic will be gone, just the writer will still be there facing the blank page.” (Steven Pressfield, The War of Art)

The ultimate litmus test being, if you were the last person on earth, would you still do it?

Steel yourself against rejection and remember that ‘resistance’ is always out there trying to distract you.

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Actively engaging yourself is like rent, and it is due every single day.

If you find yourself at a block, there is no need to take my word for it. Take a moment for yourself and pick up this quick read that can be used to identify, combat, and minimize life’s resistance: The War of Art by Steven Pressfield – Highly recommended when you need a little bit of boost.

Never compromise. Create like you mean it. Let fear fill and guide you.

Drink – Ink – Think

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What is LOVE?

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Austin, TX

Some say love is compassion, some say love is forgiving, love is kind and love is infinite. Others claim it brutality in the sense of sacrificing ones own values, integrity, conscience, and invaluable self-esteem – For no other reason than an action of unwarranted and undeserving gifting.

To the cold, love is an incalculable emotion that parts oceans in defiance to logic. A shade that blends rather than highlights. To the warm, love is the untapped strength capable of moving mountains. The superlative link between rhyme and reason, beyond the wrong or right.

But what is LOVE?

Love is without limitations. It is never idle, it never sits, it only understands. Never demanding a definite structure but yet seen as the tallest edifice, because it pains the inverse ephemeral, like the sun sacrificing night and the moon sacrificing the day. It is vast only because it must endure, it must reconcile that or this.

Any act of contrition would be redundant, an insult to its true cause. Rather, love is the decanted effervescence meant to be imbibed. It is the calloused passion beyond blistered fingers, beyond the overtaxed faculty of thought, transcending the need to be convinced – impervious against mutilation, and incapable of being bribed.

Love may slump in withered agony, but it never takes a knee or gives up. It is mother to nurture every idiosyncrasy, accepting nothing but its own existence as recompense. It is the father behind every handshake, every labor, every sweat, and every tear. Love may cut, bleed, and swear, but it is the pinnacle of acts corrupting dollars and cents.

Still yet, WHAT IS LOVE?

Love can be simple yet beyond visceral cognition. A subdued canvas poised to submit to delicate brush strokes or even a simple embrace that dissolves everything intangible and physical. It feeds without having to be fed, materializes without being convoked.

A silhouette of unwavering obstinate, breaching barren wastelands. A beacon permanently stamped on heavy clouds or a secret note on the breath of condensation. Enshrining bravery, honesty, commitment. It is a litmus test for the devoid and a barometer used against barons of precipitation.

Love can be…

The poetry we breathe. The music we see. The colors we inject. The textures we hear. Love is in everything we do.

So what is love?

Love is… you.

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Inward Expansion

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‘The Grotto’ – Portland, OR

The validity of reality is entirely dependent on the results of introspection.

Chasing portals only to have the door slammed shut, should be more than enough invitation to breach into the beyond.

Vigor and will are co-conspirators.

Travel infinitely inward seeking only truth. Leaving no stone un-turned, actions reflecting endless possibilities. The river of time will ever flow in one direction, paralleling the forward intent. The choices made may not follow the personal clock, but to look back, dwell with doubt, would resist the current bottle-necking the flow with perverse inaction. Instead, throttle with courage and resolve, and even boulders will crumble before you.

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Inward Expansion

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The validity of reality is entirely dependent on the results of introspection.

Chasing portals only to have the door slammed shut should be more than enough invitation to breach into the beyond.

Vigor and will are co-conspirators.

Travel infinitely inward seeking only truth. Leaving no stone un-turned, actions reflecting endless possibilities. The river of time will ever flow in one direction. Paralleling the forward intent. The choices made may not follow the personal clock but to look back, dwell with doubt, would resist the current and bottleneck the flow with perverse inaction. Instead, throttle with courage and even boulders themselves will move.

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Adventure Time

Sante Fe (MeowWolf)

 

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There seems to be something about long drives that fade whatever it is you are dealing with. Whether the ailment be physically taxing or even something imaginatively fictitious – the road you leave behind, soaks and retains like a brand new sponge. The best part of road trips: the company. People spend plenty of time in isolation building, breaking and remodeling, or even burying and starting over trying to find the best versions of themselves. However, the best way to know who you really are is to just take a look at the company you hold. Probably a method more clear than staring at whatever looks back in a mirror. In any case, pick and choose wisely for a 9 hour road trip from Las Vegas, NV to Santa Fe, NM – time is relative so if you choose poorly, 9 hours could end up being an eternity.

What prompted this trip? An adventurous impulse and deep wanderlust for the weird and interesting. We heard about an art installation that was in the developmental stages in Las Vegas called ‘Area 15’. A bit of research revealed that the art installation called ‘MeowWolf’ was the originator and located right here in Santa Fe. Now imagine a broken but coherent mind, mad but with purpose, materialized into a maze full of everything random with possible hidden meanings. That is MeowWolf.

There is no better depiction of such abstract ideology than a visit to this place rampant with creativity, art, and slow tempo appreciating the “Now” with a full heart. If you curiosity had handcuffs and a rabbit hole, the holding cell would be MeowWolf. Kudos to the pioneers of the ever expansive art installation. A hallmark of imagination manifested in a landmark that not only fills with vibrant totems, but also spills with a whole new universe waiting to be explored.

You could map these uncharted waters, but doing so would only limit your possibilities – so to speak. Life was never meant to be contained, but was meant for an incredible longing for fluidity that demands the experience in the response to stimuli – things that grant the opportunity for change. You can remain static or bend what you wish.

It would be real easy to spend the entire day at MeowWolf. The provisions allotted included a bar, a retro arcade, and communal area dedicated for workshops or classes for creative purposes, and even a hidden dance floor where underground artists could be heard and dj’ing. And it is not until you are deep in the maze that you are able to find this dance floor. You must get lost in order to find. How you might ask? Go find out for yourself, a definite must for the bucket list.

The beautiful people I had the pleasure of road tripping to this place had infinitely made the trip even more worth while. Other minds that appreciate the strange and welcome madness by offering a fresh new perspective. Nothing better to amplify the good times with others who are actually having it. You can be that the second this art installation lands in Las Vegas, is the second that we will be revisiting the adventure. With a projected completion year of 2019. This year! I look forward to seeing you guys there!

Where’s a crazy place you have visited recently?

Drink – Ink – Think

 

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The Voracious Vagabond

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Desire until your heart rubs raw.

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Photo Taken Wandering The Streets of Portland, OR

Passion until everything is calloused.

Forbid any doubt and ungrip any chains restricted to everything and anything.

You do not belong, you never have.

To fit in is to erase all personal legend leaving only a hollow shell.

You were meant to converse the world with endless wander.

Just because you are lost doesn’t mean where you want to be has disappeared, your journey is just to include the occasional absence of light.

Home will always be there with resolve well traveled.

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