Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Rock on!

You know you've successfully slipped on the skates and cruised out of L.A. when the hum of alienation and social solitude ceases to harmonize with the traffic of the 405 freeway..., when the Song of the police Sirens sinks into the religious ravings of breadbasket broadcasts..., and when the local newspaper's criminal reports feature a stolen trash can and a goat who got his head stuck in the fence...

Yup, I've again left California for a road trip out to beautiful Colorado, where time is slower, afternoons more poetic and the Rockies rock!

...will try to get a few posts in should an internet connection be blown in on a fresh thunderstorm breeze...

Hasta pronto!

12 comments:

Dunzo said...

Tell John Denver I said 'hi'


Thanks!

kyokoshell said...

woah! i've been away from c's world too long. much has happened and much catching up to be done.

hope you're enjoying colorado!!! it's the home of my honey's heart, so if you go to Gunnison, ask around about a half-croatian story-spinning fisherman.

Cap'n Rich said...

Aw shoot. Damn. It's kind of hard to hang on your every word when you flit about so much. Are you eluding the law? That sounds like fun. Blog about it. I won't tell anyone!!!

dingobear said...

Hey c, enjoy Colorado! (If only I could travel as much as you ...)

Nico said...

Will you be flying solo through the land of rabidly rampaging goats and mysteriously misplaced garbage cans? Or will mystery Mr. E be keeping your feet warm at night? Enjoy the view baby!

-c said...

dunzo- Ol' Johnny sends a hi in g major back atchu!

kyokoshell- though I'm nowhere near Gunnison, I've been asking everyone I see about a "half-croatian story-spinning fisherman". So far, I've gotten a few blank stares, some grunts and a few crotch-scratches...

cap'n rich- Yup. With the authorities so close on my tail, it's a bit dangerous to get a lengthy post up :)

dingobear- ...and who's chasing Bjork in Iceland..?!

nico- still in the company of the great MysterE... and quite enjoying :)

Frustrated Writer said...

just got back from arizona, 8500 foot elevation, trout fishing, elk watching, cool breezes... man, it was great. I hope your road trip turns out just as sweet.

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