my photo published on whygo.com

hey all,

another one of my photos was published on whygo.com, a travel website. check out the entry for Sunday July 9th on their website, or click on the picture above for a screenshot.

guest blog from seth

So here's the deal. Southern California is now just Thern California.
The reason: Rusty, also known by many as Ralschtolium, has
beatnik'd and reggae'd his way to the little mountain town of Boulder,
Colorado, while taking the "Sou" with him. The day he left, he shoved
a fish taco in his tennis shorts and took a dump on Santa Monica
Boulevard, waving his farewell to a town of plastic money and
pavement. As much as I miss the damn fellow, I also appreciate and
respect the fire in his hair and heart that has shaken him to follow a
path carved by his creator and his desire for a good pint and
flyfishing. As the days pass and the dessert heat drips from my loins,
I raise a tall, warm glass of horchata to the man who kept Bruno's
Pizza in business and set sail for a town that held more the breath
and melody of his soul.

Even overtop the western mountains, I can still hear a faint hum of
the reggae singing his name...

Seth

announcement: alex beh in the new york times

brotally beh himself has made the biggest newspaper of them all, the new york times. you might know him from combining "bro" and "totally", or you might know him for his passion from film and music... but now you should know him as one of the few in the world who has been interviewed in this prestigious newspaper. He's quoted in a great article about Rob Bell, a leading progressive Christian Spirituality thinker.

check it out: http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/08/us/08minister.html (requires free registration)

also, check out:

www.brotally.com, http://blog.myspace.com/alexbeh

lake erie via port clinton, oh

"ripple gait"

(click on the picture to enlarge)

here's a picture i took last week at lake erie.
it was a fantastic week with my family,
including my grandfather who is dying of cancer.
every night we would watch the sunset,
amidst lots of laughs and wonderful moments.
here's a window into the week, with a little magic.
the gait is leading towards the sun.

guest blog from daniel

TO SUCKLE THE DOUGH THROW

Citizens everywhere are discovering a new state of social consciousness.
"What is so pleasing about picking up a ball of pizza dough
and hurling it at the most innocent looking bystander
in a twenty yard radius?", you may ask yourself.
Indeed, it seems ridiculous to countless confounded Americans
that the mere sight and sound of a dart of flour and water
smacking righteously against an unsuspecting,
recently bathed and cosmeticized cheek
could elicit such joy.
And yet millions have found satisfaction by the execution of this ritual,
and the satisfied smiles of those such as the participants shown here lend credence to its
subtle power and purpose.
As they, the dough junkies themselves, suggest,
perhaps for one to question the significance thereof
simply points to the fact that one has not tried it for oneself.
Reversion is the term many scholars have come to know it by,
while hosts of common street dwellers continue to evolve its diction:
"pelting", "numbing", "doughing," or simply "doing the dough".
No one is sure just quite how this phenomenon came about
or even how to precisely define it,
but experts all agree it spawns from an innate desire
to act approximately as one did as a third grader.
No deliberation necessary,
simply grab a ball and launch,
sit back and watch the curvaceous honeys flock
to give you attention,
as the shit, quite literally, hits the fan.

Live from the Dank Palace,
I'm Maniel Dankovitch...Ron?

guest blog from caroline

bob seger is my biological father. top that, dude. top that.

a vodka on ice in your honor. don't forget the lime. i certainly didn't.
here's a lil' something with nothin' but love....
night moves and 72.

what?!
are you serious, clark?
yes, i'm serious. she's 52, and not bad for 52.if rasta's working on his night moves in the summertime,
the sweet summertime,
he's in love, not far from it, just young and restless and bored,
we're all getting our share,
and working on our night moves.

we'll be back one day. we'll all be there.
nashvegas or new york or the east coast.
it the same, and it's all part of the game.

here's to the game and to the seedy and to the best of friends,
liner

molto mario and traveling abroad thoughts

2 topics for this blog:

molto mario and traveling

the molto section:
"I wanted to get to Italy and see the cooking hands-on. I went with the intention of staying six to ten weeks and I stayed three-and-a-half years. I lived in a perfect little town with these two brothers whose obsession in life at that point was to show me how cool Italy was. We would drive seven hours to taste cheese and then come home. It was not unusual for them to go anywhere just to show me a moscato grape."
-mario batali

sounds like the way to live. where do i sign up?

the traveling section:
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. "
-Mark Twain

i think it's time to travel a bit. maybe a 3-6 month trip in the next couple years. i'm getting the bug. now i just need to build a scholarly or professional pursuit into the trip and i'm all set. this is something to think about for my week at lake erie.

so, as molto mario says...

peace and pappardelle,
-me

leo carillo

this was one of my favorite places to surf in southern california. why?

1. point break, anchored by that huge rock

2. abundant wildlife - dolphins, fish, seals... but beware of the mussels that give you little cuts.

3. north of malibu, away from la la. less crowds, more beautiful.

4. clean water rating: A+. Venice Beach: F, Malibu: F. It's nice not swallowing someone's fecal matter when you are catching waves

5. awesome memories with friends

k, that's all. one of these summers in the next several years I will make it back...

the big one: another reason not to live in los angeles

we all knew it was coming, you can feel it in the air in lala land. now, here's some scientific basis behind that eerie feeling. it might not happen tomorrow, but at some point... it will come. plus, if you leave now you don't have to deal with all the fruits and nuts. bonus!

http://today.reuters.com/news/newsarticle.aspx?type=scienceNews&storyid=2006-06-21T173055Z_01_L21522318_RTRUKOC_0_US-SCIENCE-EARTHQUAKE.xml&src=rss&rpc=22

the telluride bluegrass festival

Ok, here's how telluride happened...

It started with this posting on craigslist:


"Hey there,

One of my best friends was planning on coming to town, but she had some last minute business stuff prevent her from flying into colorado. It's also pretty late notice for my friends to get off work... so, here's the deal.

I have 1 extra 4 day pass to the telluride bluegrass festival... which is FREE for you. I'm looking to go down with someone who is very laid back, friendly, and ready for a really good time. Actually, an epic time... this is going to be an amazing trip. We're going to meet all kinds of rad people, listen to fantastic music, and let the good times roll. So, back to you... Male or female, doesn't matter. If female, I require NO drama. Actually, that goes for everyone... NO DRAMA. I prefer someone in their mid twenties. Also, we'll probably be camping - so you have to be comfortable with that. "


Well, it worked. I found a random girl to go on the trip with me and she turned out to be a great festivarian.

And was I right about this being an epic trip? Of course I was... Here are some highlights:

Miguel from oregon. Dude was stoned out of his gourd. It was hilarious. Repeatedly mentioned making the drive from oregon to colorado and successfully passing through two "zero tolerance" states. He also brought up stephen stills, and we talked about the album "manassas". After trying to figure out what town the album was recorded in... We suggested longmont probably 5 times. Then out of the blue, miguel says, "LONGMONT! LONGMONT, COLORADO... That's the town". Yeah miguel, I think you're smoking medical herb to relieve your herb problem. Ha, it was hilarious.

Dudie poo from indiana. Campground is deserted, but he's alone, drunk, and blasting the band "rusty truck" at 150 decibels from his truck. Why isn't he at the festival. Try "Cos I don't give a F^@%!" and "I'm from F^@%in Indiana, just look up at the mountains right now. All I effin need is right here! Cos I don't give a F^@%!". Well put, dudie poo.

Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings. She invites a guy onstage. They dance. He suggestively dances with this 60 year old black woman in front of 10,000 people. You wouldn't want to be with your mother as you watch this. It was so wrong but so funny. Someone must have a tape of this somewhere.

Backstage passes. Gotta roll backstage. Thanks asstonian.

Grilling. A fest isn't a fest without some italian sausage, sweet onions, and bell peppers. Those are my favorite 2 vegetables.

Ice cream miracle. Actually, the dirty dreaded kids were looking for a "merakel" and tried to fund their ways with homemade ice cream. I think the flaver was called "raspberry choco dreads". Yeah, sounds delicious.

Oh did I mention the music? If you haven't heard of him already, check out casey driessen. He used to play with blue merle a couple years ago, and he's in a nashville band called wisechild. But regardless, he's a mind blowing fiddle player. http://www.myspace.com/caseydriessen

Ok, time to end this post. I didn't mention the flecktones or sam bush or the decemberists or yonder mountain or luke bulla or nickelcreek... But they were all awesome. Long live future man.

peace

my photo on whygo.com

check out this photo that was published on whygo.com, a travel website. i took this in humboldt county in northern california. take a visit to http://www.whygo.com - it's a cool site filled with daily travel quotes and pictures meant to inspire. my pic was published today, june 13.

speakin of traveling, i'm headed to telluride tomorrow for the bluegrass festival. check back for updates!

peace

ps: the photo is of the crab traps along a cove in the pacific ocean

donnie leaving on a jetplane

life plays out every day, and i re-realize that it's paying attention to what is happening NOW that makes life vibrant. when i'm paying attention to what's happening in the moment, aware of god's presence in friends, peppers, music, beer, everything... i live more deeply. living spiritually doesn't mean creating times and spaces to do rituals, it means accepting what i already have and embracing it and looking at the present with gratitude and hope.

which brings me to last night. see, my best friend donnie is headed out of the country for 2-3 months and last night was such an in-the-moment righteously kind joyful moment. it's embodied in the audioblog, check it out. it might be a bit fuzzy, but i guarantee that ramin and daniel's rendition of "leaving on a jet plane" is nothing like you have ever heard before. i'm talking about pure PASSION. bruce springsteen sounds like an 'effin smurf compared to ramin's vocals. this rivals anything that has ever been put to music. it's brilliant, and wouldn't of happened without us all being there... enjoying the moment and not thinking about tomorrow and all the things we've got going on in life.

also, donnie's europe world cup fly-bar (that's a glorified uber pogo stick) pogrimmage blog will be up soon. i'll keep you posted.

ps: the picture was on donnie's birthday - an epic (E P I C) night a couple months ago. the broker inn, karaoke, whiskey, getting kicked out of the sundowner saloon, need i say more? the picture is early in the night, which is obvious if you were present that night. wow