The Call of the Mud Angels
I was 18 years old and in Florence, Italy in 1969, playing drums in a touring
band. I suppose I was too busy drinking and chasing Italian girls to realize the
Arno had
Humanity
Interior Life: How I Maintain My Motorcycle
I first read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
[http://www.amazon.com/Zen-Art-Motorcycle-Maintenance-Inquiry/dp/0061673730/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1282934972&sr=8-1]
in
Is Laughter the Best Medicine?
It dawned on me the other day that I don’t really listen to the news, I laugh at
it. I go out of my way to relish in the absurdity of the
A Week Changed My Life
“I’m alive and I’m livin’
in a place where the world’s crust has shifted,
and the stars in the Milky Way,
they’re giving a party for New Mexico.
Yes,
The Birth of Voice
The vast is still; the colors are shaped earthen. Each value of auburn and gold
sweeps across the expanse of hinterland in swift strokes, raising moist soil
from the fibers of the field.