Wandering Seeker

Arcata is a place I like to describe as Portland and Venice beach combined into one but really Arcata is a place of it’s own. “Unabashedly Arcata” will be a series of posts that document the strangeness that roams Arcata, kind of like the Thailand series, “Perks and Not so Perky TITS [this is Thailand son]).

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The Incident of the Hippie Girl and her Two Dogs

Sunday evening Michael and I…

Grunge Art and Lora Zombie

Grunge:

“Something of inferior quality; trash” (Webster’s Dictionary).

Dirt; filth; rubbish.

Kurt Cobain, Docs, ripped jeans, black nail polish, baggy clothes, dirt, grease, grim turned art.

  During a time where everything can be created to appear perfect, photoshopped, digitalized, or realistic, grunge art is exactly the opposite. Similar to street art, tattoo art or pop art, grunge art…

Sometimes All You Need is a Good Scratch

        Meow!

20 Things I Didn’t Know Then But I Know Now

All my life I have heard, “I wish I knew then, what I know now.” And all my life I have been waiting to know “it.” I guess, imagining some sort of imaginary bubble of knowledge floating over my head and suddenly popping wisdom into my brain. Perhaps I’d have some Einstein-esque epiphany and write it all down, chalkboard covered in equations detailing the secret to life. Now, being older, I still…

But everywhere.

So just keep rolling

under the stars.”

-Kerouac (On the Road)

Where the Forest meets the Sand

“Wandering is the activity of the child, the passion of the genius; it is the discovery of the self, the discovery of the outside world, and the learning of how the self is both “at one with” and “separate from” the outside world. These discoveries are as fundamental to the soul as “learning to survive” is fundamental to the body. These discoveries are essential to realizing what it means to be…

Moody Barefoot Walks through the Grove

Michael and I obviously spend a lot of time together, he’s my best friend and I enjoy his company, most the time. Today, I had planned on taking Michael to wander around Avenue of the Giants to explore the magnificent, old lady trees, saved by hippies, towering the forest. Because after all Michael is a simple man. He loves few things, one being nature and another walking barefoot through…

On the second day of my being alone for the first time in my entire life I began to realize something. Obviously, I had been alone before, school, coffee shop study sessions, walks, but at some point of the day I had someone to go home to. I always had family, a best friend, or Michael.

Michael went on a camping trip to study…water? fish? um, something with nature and with his cohort for his grad…

Why Try to Change Me Now: Fiona Apple

I bought a ticket to see a band called The Watkin’s Family Hour. I had no idea who this band was but it was featuring Fiona Apple and a ticket was only 10 bucks so I figured why not? Turns out the band began in Los Angeles 13 years ago and they were  quite a talented folk band that covered artists such as The Grateful Dead and Patsy Cline. They are also known for their rather organic…

A Judy Garland Type of Night

One of the best songs that Judy Garland ever sang and in my opinion, one that truly proves her talent. From A Star is Born she sings “The Man that Got Away,” in such a beautiful scene. The tone and mood of this scene reminds me of a Picasso painting, something like, the “Three Musicians.”  The blue mood and shadowed figures that almost suffocate Judy in the emotional darkness, the slight shine…

-Joan Didion

Music Post: Amy.

I just watched the Amy Winehouse documentary. I was surprised to see that it was playing out here as I had heard it was only playing in select theaters and I thought that it wouldn’t make it this way. I never knew much about Amy, other than I liked her music and remembered her obvious drug use. The documentary was pretty heavy but it was nice to see her portrayed as someone more than just an…

The Discoverers: Redwood Photo Journal

Little Girl, Big Forest

Gypsi is the protector of the forest.

She walked in beauty and when she slept she dreamed of this seraphic place

In an Instant

By Michael Masinter

I was tired and disenchanted by the drudgery of the day and rain had begun to fall. It was late in the year so the entire town had gone dark at five-thirty. Every streetlamp and headlight was mirrored in the black pavement. I took a final glance, as I always did, at the picture of my wife on my desk before locking the office door. It was quiet outside, and cold;…

-Mae West