I don't own one, but I like the idea

"Blue blooded. Cold. What happened to luxury? Where did all the personality go? The gusto? The glamour? We believe you can have it all. Luxury with lightning in its veins. Charismatic. Daring. Derivative of nothing. This is what fuels us. The reason we're not satisfied with blue blooded ordinary, and demand red blooded extraordinary. This is why we don't just make luxury cars, we make Cadillacs."

Alabama Shakes

a whispering breeze

beware, white man, of the friendly forest,

of the painted desert, beware of the singing water

lest you find your mother

and she pounce and devour you

--Jaime de Angulo

"Home Among the Swinging Stars"

Coming Soon

I recently spent a few days at a hermitage in Big Sur, or to clarify, a Benedictine monastery of hermetic monks. They make their living from renting out rooms to the wayward relaxation-seeker. They also sell fabulous brandy-soaked fruit cakes. I've got a thought or two about that I'm going to throw down here as soon as I type it up off my Moleskine.

Here are a few pictures of the trip to set the scene.

Om Chanel Om

Big Surf

Last week I witnessed some of the biggest waves I've seen on a beach-- well, certainly for sleepy Cayucos. A quiet half-fogged morning saw foam higher than the pier. So, I walked out on the pier. Where better to enjoy a coffee and two snickerdoodles (one of which was complimentary because "the one I gave you was not perfectly round")?

Obsessed

Haiku pour le Fin de l'Annee

Is this the right bus?

I'm sure the sign is correct;

Wait for the next stop.

Angeles Crest Highway, Downtown LA in the distance.